Jerry Behr Number 2
Biography of Jerry Behr Number 2
Born in Amsterdam Netherlands and migrated to Australia as a kid in 1956.
Due to censorship problems I have created a blog spot at.
I had an ordinary education but I had a talkative mind. In my early fifties I started to learn about computers and word processing and that opened a whole new world for me.
I like Poem Hunter because it records the amount of hits
of people reading my work.But I find it's editing abilities wanting.
You can also see my work in
Privacy At Poetry Poem
and look for
Jerry Behr 'Dissidence'
There you will see how my poetry should be made with good editing.
Jerry Behr Number 2 Poems
A Letter To The Poet
Dear poet as a member of Poem Hunter I’ve really scrutinized the ins and out, the pros and cons of the web site. I started to down load my poetry on Poem Hunter since September 2009. One advantage of this site it records the “hits”
Cotton wool clouds continents shifting forces tearing them apart.©
Moving house is such the pits; all the old certainties that were there forever all to be packed up in boxes.Views out of most windows I look through, especially since the next door neighbour’s house was burnt to the ground.
The Dance Of Life
An exuberance of life is to dance once more the dance of life With your partner by your side. To once again see the sunrise and hear the morning's outside chorus. Feel the days vibrancy, the clattering of life during the morning's rise.
A Christian's Poem
In the Christian faith in eternity one gets to keep oneself. For where anyone goes he is always going to be himself. It is a powerful question to ask about oneself who he is, does he mind. Self judgment is there, there's the pointing of the finger and fault to find.
The High Chair
In the morning after breakfast, I mount my high chair, it is as high as the furthest adjustments will allow.
Suicide Of My Father
I received a phone call during February 1988 twenty one years ago. It was Hank a close family friend of the Behr family, he asked me to come to the family home right away. At that time my only transport was a bicycle so
Territory / Haiku
The cat prowled his realm
Blue Skies Of Australia
During the summer months here in Australia every day for weeks and weeks there was nothing but overcast skies and high humidity it drove me nuts. Now Australia is in the winter months and in mid May.
Thinking In Words
In the beginning it was never questioned, what it was, it seemed harmless enough. This thing of thinking in words, this self talk of the mind, a discipline which is tough. Mind ranging all over society for that matter all over the land. Australia with its diverse multiculturalism and ethnic diversity to understand.
Chicks / Haiku
Noisy Minors diligently made their nest chicks born in suicidal death house no bark around trunk
Shimmering Heat Wave
It is a hot day with a hot north-easterly wind blowing along the highway. The sun bounces off cars windscreens giving a look as if the cars have their
Love Is Blind
They say love is blind. But I don’t think so to be kind. I think love is more an understanding of the beloved faults and not grandstanding.
At night it becomes more obvious, someone then can see the ant trails. One trail starts on the M5, a ribbon of steel of ants, trucks nose to tail. Bedecked with Christmas lights, eighteen wheelers carrying shipping containers.
Dear Poet I’m writing this letter because I’ve come across some
problems which I suppose is common with all poets.
I love writing poetry and exercising my poetic mind, however, I
do have a missus and family in my life.
On some occasions there is conflict leading to strife.
Poetry by itself does not lead to millions of dollars.
Nor does it gain fame, the poet can’t get published.
For me I’m on line for free, not a dollar is exchanged.