Favourites - Hello Poetry

Mar 2017

Kurt Philip Behm

Am I a spinner of Poetry,
  or a weaver of Prose

A seeker of truth,
  or a deceiver of both

Is the verse now in conflict,
  with the twice written line

Do the feelings transfer,
  is their likeness in kind

Do I always remember,
  which prayer I must pray

Does the magic get lost,
  when the wheat’s in the hay

Am I able to say once,
  what I need to say twice

To explain what I’m feeling,
—is the water now ice

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Mar 2017

Kurt Philip Behm

For Ever More

If music is the soul of art,
  then what can writing be

Is it the eyes, perhaps the ears,
  in printed reverie

Is music the stage whereupon,
  all other art encores

For if it is, all words rejoice,
—to sing for ever more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Mar 2017

Kurt Philip Behm

Not My Wound

I never wrote so you’d approve,
I wrote what I believe

How you felt as you read those words,
—is not my wound to bleed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Mar 2017

Kurt Philip Behm

One Last Line

The older I get,
  the more important words become

The shorter the days,
  the deeper the streams that run

With time closing in,
  I reach for the poems and rhymes

Into the twilight,
—for one last miraculous line

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Mar 2017

Emily Dickinson

Fame is the tine that Scholars leave

866

Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
Upon their Setting Names—
The Iris not of Occident
That disappears as comes—

Mar 2017

Gidgette

Black and Grey Rainbow

A fragment of mist contained within a black and grey rainbow
Drop of acid rain
Scent of sulfur on a sunny day
The thorn that ****** the finger of the rose given Lady
A speechless recording
Out of tune song, sang by crows
Hair on a starving mans plate
A childs screaming nightmare, at the witching hour
Golden haired sinner amongst the feast of all saints
Me
~A

An oldie. I really hate my work. Blah

#nope

Mar 2017

Parsavagely Kompenere

Four-Hundred [2]

I know when I'm lonely
All she has to do is hold me
And all of the pain fades away
As the rest of the world falls away.

I know when she holds me
She's never going to let go of me
We could run away
Just us, we could escape.

Then she holds me tighter
The flame between us brighter
Suddenly we're running free
Her and me: in our dreams
She's leading me to a fantasy.

Who cares about the storm clouds?
When this could be our breakout.
My hand runs through her hair
We could be anywhere
Because tonight
Is our night.

She's not a lighthouse,
I'd rather bask in her gaze,
She's my North Star, wherever we are
And she's pointing the right way
I'm following her
And when I'm her girl
I'll be home

Mar 2017

South by Southwest

I look at the sun

I look at the sun
and it's rays
make me shiver
Still I remain numb
in the rain

The pen and the paper
My Lord and my maker
Disintegrate
before my eyes

Like a song
pleads for it's words
A poet must be heard
Before the light
within is lost

It comes with a cost
One must be lost
Still the lines must
go on and on

Some day might
there be peace
Let happiness
increase
Still the words they
must fall like the rain

Each letter feeds
my heart
Let the words
never stop
I will be here
on the page

#greetings-to-all-the-poets-of-the-world