Poems from Kurt Philip Behm

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I put a saddle on the wind, and rode it through the storm   The bridle placed, the buckle cinched, the reins, my horse reborn   Inside each...
So far from where I started, I wrote my final words   And found a stream to fill the well, with verses left unheard   My last line most...
The temperature frozen Old sticks in the mud New tracks are untrodden Lost dreams from above The raisins in darkness All pits buried deep...
Fighting his very nature, disagreeing with himself again   Feelings demand what thoughts now command —leaving verse to make amends   (Bryn...
Christians killing Christians, politics trumping God   The Axis dared, the Allies fared —shared lineage facade   (Villanova Pennsylvania:...

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