Love,

in the end

—betrays us all

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

Jet Stream Mother,

your prayers go unanswered

The beginning deflated,

the ending in sight

 

Dancing in place,

the four winds become mistral

Your children left orphaned

—adrift in the night

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

Differing from our enemy,

in one way the same

 

Our conflict in common

—to praise or to blame

 

(The New Room: May, 2021)

Days go forward,

 nights in reverse

 

Calling us back

—to finish our search

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

Trying to defend

what you cannot describe

 

All life on the edge

—to affirm or deny

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

Trying to escape…

we are who we are

Reality’s dream,

misleading afar

Time but a mask,

delusion concealed

The cover pulled back

—more truth to reveal

 

(The New Room: May, 2021)

We went through that night

like so many others

 

Waiting for the rain

 

And one more chance

to bring it all home

 

Hope to wash the pain

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

Life is most visible

in its imperfections

 

Cracks in the hourglass

—us wanting more

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

“By God anointed…”

religions claim,

then fight to steal His throne

 

Devotion pledged

in false pretense,

to become the greater known

 

A figurehead

to suit their needs,

they break His every rule

 

To seize with power

these ‘Chosen Ones’

—intentions harsh and cruel

 

(Villanova University: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

My verse is like

a bespoke set of clothes,

 fit the thing that counts

 

Each article worn,

 new memories born,

to tighten or let out

 

My head to my toes,

its covering goes,

whose message spoken clear

 

To tailor new moments,

each stitch a new thread

—bench made to endear

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm