Traveler

Jun 4

Kurt Philip Behm

Sound Bites: 6-4-2025

Lighting Tomorrow

Memory’s
lantern
near empty
unfilled

Each night
in the darkness
to flicker
until

Your eye
without warning
a flash
unexplained

Forever
relighting
and fanning
— the flame

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

Shamal Winds

Lost
in the deepest
recesses of myself
And happier
than I have
any right to be
The hidden
regions
my newfound oasis
A Bedouin
convert
— home among the sands

(The New Room: June, 2025)

Infestation

The American Dream
becoming
a nightmare ...
Conscripted
by strangers
new thieves in the night
Usurping
our freedoms
embedded among us
Invested in nothing
but
— what they can steal

(University Of Pennsylvania: June, 2025)

Leaving The Noise

He came into
silence
like fish
take to water

The only thing
constant
his being
alone

To wander
the alleys
of quiet
reception

The noise
and confusion
for others
— to drone

(The New Room: June, 2025)

Jun 4

January

VICISSITUDES

Sometimes circumstance victimizes you
and you just cannot do anything.
Whether you were at fault
or someone else culpable.
Whether in a single woosh of breeze
or it took a series of connected events.
At such times,
you just cannot do anything
you can neither justify
nor whinge about it.

#life #poetry #thoughts #feelings #youcandoit

Jun 4

vienna bombardieri

Silence Listens

Silence listens to the voices of the people
while on earth, a wisp of wind digresses
In heaven God listens to each silent call
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence breathes quietly at the crack of dawn
respiring softly at the ledge of twilight sunset
Silence sits at the nucleus of our souls and lies
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence is at the ear of the heart it does not speak
gently it leads us with a cupped hand to peace
It knows how to collect waterfalls and breezes
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence is my linguistic heaven, my favorite speech
it is my mantra, my Yoga Master, my go to place
When things overwhelm I go to Silence and live,
at the footfalls of Silence....

Jun 4

Maria Etre

In-the-Knowing

I knew nothing
till my knowing
fell short
the moment
I got to know
you

#poet #poem #poetry

Jun 4

Nyssa Jacobsen

Only Time Will Tell

I live in a past
you are doomed to repeat.
Are you sure about that?
Nothing is concrete

I swallow your present.
You are stuck in my orbit.
Your idea of free will?
That theory is forfeit.

I echo in your future,
a taunting voice on the wind.
Do you struggle to break free?
Just rejoice in my sin.

Those that live in the past
are doomed to repeat it.
Doesn't that depend on the past?
Could be doomed, could be blessed.

You cannot escape me.
I cannot escape you.
Do we want to?