Poems from Kurt Philip behm
The arrogance
of conscription
the blasphemy
of denial
Abraham
shouting high above
to dam
the bloody Nile
We speak with words
deceptive...
She whispers in the night
to waiting dreamers
She whispers in the night
where tears have shed
She whispers in the night
to hearts...
America’s
faded glory
the polo field
reminds
Of years
of fleeting greatness
and hopes that lived
in kind
A child walks
the ball field...
Heaven
has no doorbell
Salvation
has no ring
The call redemptive
from inside
Where Angels
— flock to sing
(1st Book Of Prayers: March,...
Able to take change
in smaller increments …
the total overwhelms
The pieces digested
in tiny fragments
absconding from the realm
—...