Last Windmill Tilting Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Last Windmill Tilting
Is truth that important,
or ignorance bliss
Your place on the Ferris Wheel,
roundly dismissed
What first must go up,
by law to come down
Gravity's joke,
if not Heaven bound
The yes from the no,
the right from the wrong
The good from the bad,
the weak from the strong
A circular stage
on which we perform
Whose show must go on,
to laud or to scorn
But why do we wonder
and worry about
A dogmatic treatise,
that one we can shout
The flow is unending,
catching all in its path
A current that's ridden
by yacht and by raft
The proof's in the pudding,
the cook still unnamed
Whose recipe seasoned,
to praise or to blame
One thing to be certain,
these words are not true
But then they're not false,
something old—something new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2020)
Up and down! ! ! Wrong verses right! Muse of life. 🤗 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A well penned poem of the day. Truly brilliant and superior. Congrats on your featured piece...5 stars*****
Excellent poem. Some useful truisms embedded in poetic embrace. Oh great poet you poeted the poeting pointedly and poignantly well.
The flow is unending, catching all in its path A current that's ridden by yacht and by raft....greatly written about the life; congrats for being selected this thoughtful poem as POD...from me always 5*****
I wrote the split image 'Medusa Turned Victims To Stone Dictators Turn Victims To Dust', and the poem 'Finding Needles Of Truth In Dictator Corpse Haystacks' inspired by the poem 'Last Windmill Tilting' by the poet Kurt Philip Behm and dedicated to Kurt Philip Behm.
Dictators Persecute With Insane Policies leaving scorched earth policies ruins captured deleted landscapes depopulated transported to death undesired citizens children cultures targeted hated selected racial groups dictators burn cursed invaded lands truth is important it gets you killed truth is cloak hidden to hide cruel realities ignorance is not bliss when it gets you killed Dedicated to the poet Kurt Philip Behm.
I wrote the split images 'Tilting Windmills Or Ferris Wheels' and 'Choice Do Don't Rules', and the poem 'Not All Have Windmills To Tilt', inspired by the poem 'Last Windmill Tilting' by the poet Kurt Philip Behm and dedicated to Kurt Philip Behm.
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really enjoyed this, not all have windmills to tilt, if you do not like the Ferris Wheel, get of the ride, some may love pudding, others prefer well cooked meat, some drink only milk or water, only vegetables will eat; we all make life choices stage what we seek, in a world of brutalities a lesser potion is served to the meek; rules make some slaves others brave but a good life ointment is gifted in the hand that saves