The places I’ve been
all part of me now,
roadmaps of intention
tracking landscapes endowed
The history I’ve written
covers chapter and verse,
of promises made
and commitments diverse
The road ever widens
my scope narrows down,
the past out of focus
leaving town after town
Tomorrow unbeckoned
I search for today,
the future unreckoned
—the moment in play
(The New Room: March, 2021)
“In God We Trust”
the dollar we must
Two-headed coin,
minted unjust
“Fides in Deum,”
our fortunes to blame
The past purloined
—the future inflamed
(The New Room: March, 2021)
The
gambler’s
asylum,
a table
waits
in hell
Your last card
out,
your first card
in,
aces all
—pray tell
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Satanic delusion,
pagan confusion,
the darkest illusion
—redeemed by His word
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Adrenalin…
catalyst of fear
and desire
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
The answers
linger in the darkness
While questions
shimmer in the light
All reasons
alive with expectation
Open ended in wonder
—and delight
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
What I meant,
how I said it
The meaning sacred
—the words servile
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
The Poetry Channel when open,
its wavelength sharp and clear
Searching for me as it calls for my voice,
in moments dark but dear
The Poetry Channel if distant, remote,
streaming above my thoughts
Transmitting in silence, antenna to blame,
whose frequency I’ve sought
The Poetry Channel with static tuned out,
its bandwidth framed in gold
Quiet by day, amplifying at night
—to broadcast time untold
(Dreamsleep: November, 2015)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Better to be in Hell
for all eternity,
than in Heaven
—on borrowed time
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
I never chose to write like you,
it’s enough to write like me
My feelings live to shape each thought,
your passion foreign known
I need to use those gifts bequeathed,
while searching endlessly
And leave to you your native tongue
—and speak my words alone
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
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