The Reunion

The closer we get to yesterday,

the farther away I feel

 

The longer you stay within my reach,

the more distant I become

 

Memory lane a withering dream

from a time the past has claimed

 

Trading those things I used to want

—for what tomorrow brings

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: March, 2021)

Beneath The Cover

Judging you by what you wear

or by the car you drive

the words forever hollow

whose bees have left the hive

Taking stock while looking back

through scarlet colored glass

the vision false, the judgment worse

its memory to outlast

Forming all opinion

by what is wrapped or clad

deception in the present sense 

the view less good than bad

Stepping back while looking in

my eyes take off their shield

to see much deeper than before

—my prejudice to yield

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Statues In The Park

If we can’t tell stories

about our past

—the future stays untold

 

If judged by standards

out of time

—the fault beyond control

 

Our history always

both good and bad

—correction on the rise

 

What happened, happened,

as time rolls on

—and yesterday reminds

 

(Independence Square Philadelphia: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

The Curtain Falls

The tyranny of the majority,

democracy oversold

 

The power of the people to cut and paste,

 fat cats in control

 

‘Oh Ye Of Little Faith’ we are,

like rats inside a maze

 

Our government serving to best itself,

entitlement ablaze

 

The curtain rises for one last act,

this play now eons old

 

As despots steal the final scene

—where freedom’s bought and sold

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)