Kurt Philip Behm's Poems
Here's the list of poems submitted by Kurt Philip Behm — There are currently 3358 poems total — keep up the great work!
Divinitatem Hominum In the act of creation, we feel most alive Releasing the lifeforce —our purpose defined (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 17 days ago |
A Taste Of Honey Better to spend an eternity in Hell Than a brief fleeting moment —in Heaven (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 20 days ago |
Best Thing To believe or deny, enlightenment dares Our lack of acceptance, a three-legged chair We feel it and breathe it, and live it de jure As minds are left gasping at something so pure At this very point rejection sets in Our spirit’s attacked, the re... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 25 days ago |
Supernovae None of us get to stay forever, no matter how we try The fuse burns short with memory’s fire —into the bye and bye (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 26 days ago |
In Total The history of Western Literature is one recurring sympathy pain (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 26 days ago |
Left To Rot Not knowing the outcome, I’d hide in the field And wait for nature to turn out the yield Perception unharvested, the thick to the thin The fantasies rotting —all truth caving in (Stoltzfus Farm: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 27 days ago |
Love's Regret It’s hard to say goodbye when you know the time is dwindling In the moments you have left, what was given, taken back It’s hard to say goodbye when the words are lost and foreign Those looks you get with time beset —in everlasting sorrow (Vil... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 27 days ago |
Ingenio's Lair What genius can thus inspire, the mind will never know It takes more than a thought conceived, to go where visions go Angkor Wat or Taj Mahal, we only stand in awe And wish to go from whence they came —the artists Shangri La (Dreamsleep: Dec... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 28 days ago |
El Essentia What is the square root of time, what is a moment devolved from itself What is the relative quotient of dreams, tomorrow unspoken—lost inbetween (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 28 days ago |
Time's Betrothal Married to the moment, divorced from everything else my vows repeated over and over —this present forever to begin (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 29 days ago |
Vulcanus The spirit can never be suppressed its silent essence roars No government or despot’s reign can change its ethos pure Bottled up the pressure builds, like Cuba underscored The rhythm faint but always there —erupting force majeure (Deamsleep: D... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Formula One Talent versus genius, innate the spirit cries Surpassed by something undefined —old limits left behind (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Today's Gift Fading in the distance, years trapped inside the past The future just beyond our reach, its vacuum deep and vast Each moment to remind us, when looking North and South The horse’s mouth will speak the truth —when present here and now (Dreamsl... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Hiding In Plain Sight Tranquil and quiet… a walk in the park Until life’s Trojan Horse rolls in from the dark Cancer invading, you must parry back Each moment recaptured —a present still wrapped (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
The Best Thing To believe or deny, enlightenment dares Our lack of acceptance, a three-legged chair We feel it and breathe it, and live it for sure As minds are left gasping at something so pure At this very point rejection sets in Our spirit’s attacked, the r... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Through The Looking Glass We have only our perceptions, but how honest can they be Where one man sees the color red, the colorblind can’t see When trapped in three dimensions, we must push against the walls Until we’re free of all constraints —and clarity befalls (Wayne ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
A Higher Enchantment Is there anything language can’t possibly express Words falling short, all speech in distress Are there concepts so deep, they cannot be described To experience beyond any speaker or scribe A higher enchantment, a deeper enthrall The logic of... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Repudium I asked again for everything… she gave nothing in return A jilted strand of loneliness —unwoven and unheard (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
One Face I met a man along the bank, come back from Galilee He took my hand and spoke my name, which he was not privy His head was crowned with sunlit fire, his eyes like mine so blue And as we looked into the pond, one face stared back—not two (Dream... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Bread Of Life Christians flock into their churches, travelers hit the road Searching for what’s beyond their view in spirit overload To leave behind the past imprisoned, stilted and controlled The blacktop chanting “come what may” —a eucharistic whole (Dre... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Ten Miles South Repeating on and on without changing, the boredom settled in Lost in endless repetition, ten miles South of what might have been A broken record skipping, skipping, the groundhog’s prediction thin Burrowing out the same old hole —ten miles Sout... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Majesty Calls The view is always better from the highest road, the joy of looking down Vision bestows as gravity flows —beyond the here and now (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
More Than A Feeling Sometimes love just isn’t enough, as destiny calls within Orphaning passion, emotions untether, lost to Cupid’s whim Never requited, alone and denied, the search begins anew Feelings repackaged and searching for more —to do what love can’t do ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Endemicae The price of love is loss Its bill both old and new A cost that must be paid With feelings torn and strewn (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Eagles Dare You climb up a mountain for the beautiful view Its challenge seductive, a call to renew The higher it takes you the farther you see With freedom the distance —that lies in between (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Foreclosure I can no longer afford what my folly has purchased Return not an option —my bank account dry (Dreamsleep: December, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Six Ways From Sunday Up is not a direction, but an intention Down is not an intention, but a reflection Across is neither intention nor reflection Towards—a new connection better bred (Dreamsleep: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Road Kill Death failed to show up for work one day, the clock remained unpunched Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call, all coroner’s out to lunch Death took a holiday without checking in, the pecking order stunned Like a deer on the highway, all headli... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Final Call Punching in the numbers on the celestial dial tone Eternity became toll free —its area code my own (Dreamsleep: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Song Of The Nightingale Once was a time I was young enough, to know and feel the truth But the years laid claim to my memory, and the seeds to every fruit Today is but folly, tomorrow a fool, the past like fine wine ages true Where a nightingale sings in my dreams u... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Nostrae Vicaria The music called the dancers to the floor The poet waltzing freely —with his eyes (Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
A Son To His Father “A vision into your future “A mirror of your past” (Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Quare Why would it matter, why would you care Voices becalming, breathless unpaired Freeing the Dharma, released in the air Transcending today —immortality shared (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Religiosity Faith often hides an idolatry within Statutory mandate —harbinger of sin (The New Room: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Light Of The Despot Creativity… undemocratic Tyrants of insight, breaking new ground Vision on fire, effigy’s burning Painting’s unframed —all muses set free (The New Room: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Blood Of The Fallen Humanity is destined for being at war Attacking tomorrow, its fate still unsure New conflict resharpens the dullest of blades Where written in blood —new history is made (Valley Forge: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Umbra Live your days with purpose, and death walks by your side To constantly remind, what time will not abide Your choice on how to handle, ignore or then befriend That last step left untaken —where life begins again (Bryce Canyon: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Mistral Winds Humble before the sea Steady within the gale Intrepid among the waves Thankful —as tides return (Christmas Tree Island: May, 1991) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Letters In The Wind Changing the future—changing the past, a north south reprimand Each word rewritten—time bespoke, the present close at hand (Dreamsleep: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Salvaging The Past Many nights there were no new dreams, so I borrowed from the old Resurrecting the scaffolding of what lay unbuilt—untold (Dreamsleep: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Sine Nomine The largest rock I stand upon is anonymity Lodged within the silence of myself Calling from those distant lands in names left blank and mute Insuring my obscurity —unknown but deeper felt (Dreamsleep: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Sheep's Clothing Morons and liars, all facts to mislead Their wool to disguise —the truth unperceived (The Mainstream Media: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Angels On Mute Welcome loneliness my old friend, to mark the hours emptiness sends In the middle of the cold and dark, the vanishing call of a last meadowlark leaving me stranded, deep in the well Counting the minutes where time has conspired, lusting for som... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
"Perchance To Dream" We make our beds and lie in them —whether we sleep or not (Dreamsleep: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Android Analysis Is there truth without belief, facts left on their own Disconnected from themselves, answers poorly shown Can dogma live in vacuums, when empty of itself Will formulaic reasoned minds —conscript what goes unfelt (Villanova Pennsylvania: Novem... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Trails End Death is no harder than living —when there’s nowhere left to go (Lenape Trail: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Barren Hill The fire’s gone out in the last wooden hut Fresh snow has been falling, cold hunger abuts The Red Coats emboldened in far Germantown The wind carries stillness, with death all around A General stands watch on the farthest of hills His heart neve... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
My Liege How is servant to what In all I say —and do (Dreamsleep: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Just Out Of Reach Over the horizon a harp is playing Its call recurring, its tone Divine Beyond the swell, a calm is waiting Its breeze untethered —to flow sublime (Book Of Prayers: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Sweet Memories Music is to written words as icing is to cake Enhancing what you thought you read, to joyously partake A song can climb between the layers to make each serving fly Sent from Maestro’s high above —sweet memories bye and bye (Dreamsleep: Novembe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 month ago |
Half Life Laboring in obscurity, years behind the mask Wandering through the shadows, questions poorly asked Looking for one reason, to leave the past behind Echo’s howling endlessly —prophecy reminds (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Be Careful What You Wish For Victim of his own success… the treadmill calls, the hourglass broken —casualty of what time denies (The New Room: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
A Cold Wind In fear of your abandon, afraid of letting go Alone and feeling stranded, bereft—no kindness shown (Dreamsleep: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Le Mans 1955 Its history was written in tragedy The period to the last sentence —was death (The New Room: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
To C. West Standing redundant in an echoing wind, renewing your vanity with deference to all At home on the fringes where truth is an orphan, you line up your enemies canons shot at the wall A general of a malingering army, whose entitled thinkers lay trut... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Non Visceralis Knowledge is not a paradigm, but a bridge to something else Its path to stay unmeasured, when crossing into self Devoid of polar opposites, where beauty exits truth To steal away, a soul relayed —its burden stripped of proof (Saint David’s Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Shadows On The Wall How do we profess what we can’t understand The very nature of this takes on certain demands If it’s truly beyond our ability to know Something deeper is calling, where thought cannot go These walls that surround us, this cave that we’re in Fa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Hemlock Some would say, the danger portends Some would say, it all is pretend Some would say, the past wears a shroud Some would say, the quiet is loud Some would say, all love is for fools Some would say, to break every rule Some would say, toda... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
A Close Reach Raising thoughts and emotion, the mainsail was set Heading into the wind of tomorrow unmet All stays are in place, with tiller held fast Reaching for glory —the doldrums have passed (Hereford Inlet: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Herein & Hereafter Politics governs our temporal lives Religion conscripting eternity’s prize Together they’ve killed more than famine and war A plague that still haunts us —to shun and deplore (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Lost & Found The bridge to belief spans a river of doubt Whose rapids are raging, whose questions cry out Each step that I’ve taken, each tread that I cross Brings me much closer —to what I once lost (Montrose: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Dark Ivory Tower Hey Academic, throw me some facts Explain to me clearly each thought you attack Dear Intellectual, restate and rephrase Your version of truth, empty words in the fray Hello Professor, is the poison pill done Refilled with your venom to spread to... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Turning Leaf The pages of my life turn like falling leaves as autumn yields to winter gathering in piles of remembrance blowing and scattering to the four winds —never to return (Dreamsleep: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Unbetrothed Religion and science… never to wed Like oil and water, alone in their beds While science defends, ancient dogma portends Two voices discordant, to break if they bend For centuries long they have fought tooth and nail Refusing to budge out of ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
To Live On... Lines of immortality, words on the page Inscribing a vision, all thoughts to remain Death with her envy, corporeal greed Robbed of my legacy —alive with each read (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Preying Within Detached from my consciousness, the monster attacked Feasting first on my memory, the front then the back Now living inside me, all day turns to night Connection—rejection, devouring the light (Radnor Pennsylvania: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Counting Crows Sometimes money isn’t enough, the wheat rejects the chaff Wealth attained by winnowing gain, the scarecrow only laughs Sometimes money isn’t enough, the numbers rise and fall Interest accrues¬ as attrition renews —the richest count forestalled... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Aquilo The winds of disaster blow solemn and cold, sweeping away my heart From out of the North, reclaiming my soul —in torment to depart (West Campus: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Temptation Ladybugs outline the memory of my childhood, marking the pathway of my approach Orange and black like Halloween candy corn, tempting diversion—they lure to encroach (The New Room: November, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Stepping Out Of The Grave You have to be immortal to placate the gods Time reaffirming all memory of Creation, destruction, eternity looms For those who believe —appeasement exhumes (Calvary Cemetery: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Piercing The Veil Reaching into the maelstrom, my hands were consumed My spirit to follow —my will to assume (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Or Did It It didn’t matter what the titles were, but that I read them It didn’t matter what the author said, but that I listened It didn’t matter that his verse trailed off, the pages yellow and torn It didn’t matter that the world forgot —what one man p... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Leading The Blind Republican or Democrat, the wool has been pulled Over the eyes of a nation of fools The truth is just fine if we get it spoon fed In our favorite flavor self-served in our beds While off in the distance an Angel stands guard Bemused at the fo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
David His image eternal, the chisel portrays Beauty in its purest form —but one word to say (Villanova University: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Mesa Verde Shadows on a cave wall, eyes that look for truth Figments of what sight denies —dancing resolute (Durango Colorado: September, 2004) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
A=B=C=O Consensus… the sum of like judgment Judgment, the tool of conjecture Conjecture, opined observation Happening quite often —with eyes closed (Eastern College: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Petals Falling I took health for granted, my youth like a rose To bloom in the present, till thorns would depose Attacking my body, invading my mind The sleep I’d grown used to, much harder to find Not a cold or a fever for so many a year No matter the weat... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Those Fifteen Minutes The essence of fashion is ephemera Emotion and change dancing cheek to cheek The top of the mountain, a revolving door Those fifteen minutes… some to lose—some to gain (The New Room: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
A Dark Cloud The Shadow hovers… as I wake from my sleep Respreading its shroud from a future once bleak Its darkness portends what fear seeks to end All memory entombed, as wishes pretend (Ashwood Manor: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
In Summa Life is the culmination —of many small things (Dreamslseep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
The Final Act Is consciousness different than having a soul, reflection unhallowed—eternity trolled Does the magic within us begin and then end, finite conscription—one lifetime to spend And if unrelated, then what lies between what we feel and we ponder—perc... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Deja Deja Vu Hours screaming, futures pleading, eternity portends Voices crying, souls denying —as darkness comes again (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Raison D'être Why would I question, why would I care Why would I venture, why would I dare Why would I set out for places unknown If not to find something —my life has unshown (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Intrinsecus Centennial masterpiece, numbers subtract The prize in the wandering, years drifting back Memory indentured, the sour and sweet Pointing me inward —a timeless retreat (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Transactional Love I offered two nickels, she demanded a dime It wasn’t enough, her anger declined “Can’t you make change,” she then shouted aloud And while counting my failures, her voice reendowed But the count was undone, all divisors were shunned My offerings... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Tempus Ephemera Capsules of time… no beginning or end The view from without, the view from within Defining the space, transporting the hours Moment by moment —again and again (Haverford College: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Soren's Trials Sued three times… your wrath indicts Prostate, throat, and kidney cites Each time you threatened: “This is the end” I wasn’t ready, mistried again I kept my counsel and shut you out The jury hung to scream and shout Your will or mine, it’s ze... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Arbitrium Are we doomed to be unhappy, or does it involve a choice Do our feelings link externally, giving outside forces voice Do we choose the pain and misery, as they cross our beaten path Can they exist if our wills resist —muted and outcast (Dreamslee... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
But Either I’m right and you’re wrong Or you’re right and I’m wrong Or we’re both wrong —but we both can’t be right (St. David’s Pennsylvania: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
In Voltaire's Shadow Doubt is a troublesome occupation —certainty merely absurd (Radnor Pennsylvania: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Sensus The Veil of Perception, what lies beyond Our senses and memory, all time put upon Lying within or lying without Inherent by nature, shadowed by doubt Primary function, will scholars proclaim But second to that —our reasonings change (Bryn M... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Minor Plus Est Happy is he who is content with the least Whose hunger is sated in famine he feasts Happy is he who begins at the end And ends at the beginning —his fortune to bend (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
A Beggar's Song My last attempt to circle the square anger takes the throne Isolated no longer to share servitude alone Wandering unsure things left unsaid words to disappear Into the dark deserted forlorn heightening my fear The ladder broken every rung unab... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Cash Or Check Given facts and reasoned truth… Can't marry each other without changing their suit Some things our intellect tries to explain Can you turn off a light that turns back on again The reasoning sands and factual concrete From thin ice to thick, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Symbios Can you talk about good without acknowledging evil Could they ever exist on their own Can you go somewhere without leaving someplace else The answer fairly shown Simplistic by nature, linguistic in form Contrast rules the day Allowing for on... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Behind The Curtain Is something unphysical in charge of this world That lines every moment, unseen and unfurled Scientists say NO, breathing fire as they shout What is it then that scatters atoms about Darwin had his theory, well accepted—unproved That things c... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 months ago |
Limbus Puerorum Most of our lives are lived in an in-between world… yesterday and tomorrow the bookends to what has happened and what is yet to come ordering the mayhem in an artificial attempt at unity and control escape becomes an option for the very few who no... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Divinity Of Self Beyond every question… God is the answer filling in the gaps of our imperfection offering hope in the face of despair light to shine through the darkness and promise when abandonment is all we feel lifting the burden that covers our greatness reaf... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Last Stop Traipsing off to the cave with my feelings and thoughts A Hermit I’ll be, my last battle now fought Alone with my memories, together indwelt Eternity reckoned —transcending myself (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Pascal's Wager There’s nothing objective about spirit, in that lies its strength and its truth Unable to measure, only to feel, its critics profane and uncouth Science declares it the enemy, its formulas explaining away Why love has no bearing and within it w... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Down, Down, Down... The commonest denominator, stepping toward the throne His minions with their blindfolds on, about to be disowned The commonest denominator, laughing at their pain Another lie, stick in the eye —a life of greed and shame (Dreamsleep: October, 2... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Another Time Both old and new thou must review, changing pink to red Those poorly formed, to stay forlorn, hiding in their beds Begin then end, begin again, on chance the meaning fed Whose banquet serves another time —a feast eternal spread (Dreamsleep: Oc... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
All Roads Lead...To Spinoza Not in command of what happens next, only in how we react The world gets to pitch and we get to catch, in hope that our strikes are intact No matter how hard we struggle and fight for a sense of control Reality looms till fatality dooms —eterni... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Difference Animals think, and animals react Animals sleep, and animals attack Animals eat, and animals mate Animals fly, and animals wait Animals feel, and animals cry Animals sicken, and animals die Animals come, and animals go Animals watch, and an... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
About Face Can our spirits pray without God at the center Can worship pay homage to self Can divinity reign in each person ordained Revering what’s hidden —indwelt (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Hang On Diverting his eyes from that last final hour, denying death its due His conscience and awareness tight in his grip, ownership unrenewed Both arms around life, he’s forever rejected, blinded as time starts to bleed Meeting the end in a loss of c... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Consensure The laws we need most stay unwritten As tyranny runs wild without sanctions in place Minus shared common values can we ever regroup From this polarization —and dog eat dog race (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
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, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Account Cleared The funding of wisdom, bankrolling death Thoughts to withdraw from a ledger unspent Refinancing life, true folly indeed With memory cashed in —eternity free (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Circle Closes Happy endings, the folly of youth The aged alone to portend Distance a comfort, expiration afar Reality mostly pretend Death as a concept, corpse underground As different as night is to day Two ends of the spectrum, inextricably linked By ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Present Perfect You may not cross the darkness, the morning light unfound The promise of tomorrow —today is shining proud (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Tradeoff I was perfectly happy, a singular chime I was perfectly happy, alone in my mind I was perfectly happy, my world underscored I was perfectly happy, my feelings secure I was perfectly happy, adrift in my world I was perfectly happy, no feeling’... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
False Claim Demanding possession… nine tenths of the law Last bone to fight over —its marrow still raw (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Moveable Feast Be it good or then bad… defined after the fact Acceptance—rejection, a dog or a cat The goals of Centurions, or those of a Priest Different agendas, a moveable feast Be it virtue or vice, their adherents will claim Then shout from the rafters... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Verbal Crusade The newly armed Prophet, his heart beating strong An old disarmed Sage, living futile and long If words could bring victory, the benign would then reign But vows must be forged with steel edges of pain Intentions when noble, bearing witness t... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Unheard Cries Behind closed eyes, the future still to mourn Grieving in a blinded state —orphans left unborn (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Servitutem Indentured as servants, and not as our masters Words are conscripted —their meanings enslaved (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
One Lasting Wish Kiss me once more lovingly, than you have kissed before Tell me that our love is shared, and one plus one is four Kiss me once more lovingly, with time our hearts denied As death abates, new dreams await —forever’s wish to hide (Villanova Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Ticket Lost I’m back from war without my soul, having pawned it on the field Among the dead and buried dreams, whose futile prayers concealed I wonder where my spirit hides, as I sleep these endless hours With day as night and night as day, in loneliness devo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Urit Memoriae Caught inside a memory, with flashbacks of desire Your scent returns as lightning —my heart a copper wire (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
All Or Nothing If you’re not ready to kill the lion —never stalk its trail (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Caecus Plagam Knowing only what your path has shown —so little have you learned (Dreamsleep: October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Swampland Conjecture Entropy evaporating into itself Birthing an ending —singular truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: Tribute To Stephen Hawking October, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Singularity Reaching through the Biosphere, I touched the hand of God Who turned me around and pushed me back, inside my inner pod Letting me go with these final words, transcending into self… “Your search is to end where you began —your heart and mind to... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Jester's Court Backround information, footnotes of the weak Substantiating all excuse, data incomplete Reasoned explanation, wishful thinking’s tool For dilettante’s to build a stage —to dance and play the fool (New Hope Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Endless Cycle Delivering what we said we wanted, wrapped in dirt and mud The politician slashed and burned, and each time drawing blood He tapped into our memory, with fear and recompense Reminding what the past was like, with promises incensed He sang old so... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
You Made Me Love You I was twenty, you were nineteen, that day along the mall When I heard a guitar from deep inside, that round auditorium hall Up on stage with legends, Son House, Muddy, Johnny Winter too A red haired, freckle faced, blue e... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Final Vote Lobbying through Hell, the politician remanded To the Devil he stated: “Your program’s too thin “You need to refigure and turn up the heat “His word’s getting through, and the Angels all sing” “It’s not about numbers, Lucifer cried from the fu... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Transmogrify I sleep with Saint Anselm, but wake with Aquinas My dreams to envision what the morning will say Creativity’s twins, imagined then stated Epiphany’s birth —morphing night into day (Dreamsleep: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Liberatio Should I share my truth with you, or take it to the grave And bury what my life has been… the fearful and the brave Should I share a final word, before my name is called To pour your cup into that stream —that runs beyond the falls (Dreamsleep... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Ecclesia de Veritate Do we worship a concept we cannot define Do we dig for a treasure that we’ll never find Is the belief that it’s there, enough to forge on In perpetual failure, no words to our song Do we feel we’re the closest when the bottom falls out To be ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Tollway Prophesy, that sphere beyond reason Belief as its bridgework —faith as its troll (Dreamsleep: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Augustine Was Right Time an illusion, to make sense of reality Reality an illusion, to order and place Order an illusion, to all that’s a given What’s given Divine —indefinable Grace (Villanova Chapel: September, 2020) ‘A Tribute To Augustine’s 3 Tenses Of Time, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Wanton & Lost The suddenness of desertion, the emptiness of time Abandoning each moment, as clocks strike their chime And wherego the hours, once used and cast off Are there auctions and markets for each second that’s lost And who’s to recount the old wishe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Verbal Black Hole Tapping eternity, time rendered still Back looking forward —never until (Dreamsleep: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Benedictum A Poet’s ink… more sacred than a Martyr’s blood Each word divinely measured —all time in glory of (Dreamsleep: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Liftoff Phrases string together, letters front to back Birds of the same feather, in each other’s tracks Marching toward transcendence, words reformed and strong Flocking into unison —flying into song (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Too Late For Sorrow While bending the rules, and strattling the line I pushed every limit, calling it mine Tearing down fences, defiantly proud The direst warnings, rebutted out loud One last price to pay, its ticket to stamp Shadows concealing my spiritual ramp E... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Conversus Once free of the body, into the soul Majestic reversal, the minstrels have told A crown made of virtue, death in the past Whose regal foretelling —a message to last (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
From The Source Modern thought… a footnote to Plato Enshrined in our memory —recalled and retold (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Spiritus Vitae Short in stature, long in fight, the zealot stood his ground The odds unfavored, no end in sight, victory still unfound The daylight haunting, the body count, the field a sea of blood A bugle blowing for one last charge, advancing through the ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Nunc Perpetuum All of my life, living for today All of tomorrow, living for tomorrow None of my life, living for yesterday Lived as today —as today was tomorrow (Reading ‘The Portable Einstein,’ September, 2020) “Today was tomorrow —to all of yesterday” | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
For Something More I’ve crawled through the logic, but where’s the trap door The one to escape through, where there’s something more I’ve labored with reason, my notes here to show Its path ever narrow, restricting the flow Epistemological gods of my youth Now ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Stage left Auditioning for myself the lights went down the sound amped up my head turned round Auditioning for myself the handbill flew into the seats the chosen few Auditioning for myself last line unread the words reborn inside my head Auditioning for m... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Rx P Prescribed philosophy… medicine of the soul Brainchild of the gods —thoughts becoming whole (Newtown Square Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Elba Blues That unshared secret… a crawlspace of denial where shadows keep your heart at bay, lonely all the while To hide in darkened corners, as falsehood lends its smile your mind left cramped—all virtue tramped, banished and exiled (Dreamsleep: Septemb... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Sheep's Clothing I ran over the edge of uncertainty To convince you of what I didn’t know Falling into the abyss of deception Where the pretenders and charlatans go (Dreamsleep: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Bleeding Stops Physician heal thy body… virtue heal thy soul Wounds profane—blood reclaimed, whose sutured truth is told (Dreamsleep: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Oil & Water Yes or no, right or wrong, their truth so far apart Opinion versus stated fact, polarized and stark To give or sway conjecture, in light of what is known Weakness in consensus lost — black and white has shown (Philadelphia Ethical Society: Sep... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Verus Amor A painting will never love you back, like a woman or a child An opera may cause your heart to sing, then leave you twice beguiled Platonic zeal may fill the hours, a pleasant interlude But requited love will change your life —and end your solit... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Beyond The Garden Is knowledge just the memory of what has gone before Our current thoughts a window dress, in search of something more Are ideas in our DNA, and cellular as such Feelings lost within those thoughts, wading through the dust Is our soul but then a ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Plato Was Right Without exception, throughout all time, governments devolve Aristocracy, the Philosopher King, benign in his resolve Timocracy, the city state, landed and secure The Oligarch, his army placed, to rule in peace and war Democracy, each voice to ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
The Way Back ‘You’ll never step in the same river twice,’ the future now the past Motion the only constancy, beyond all time to last You will never see the mountain, by staring in its face Perspective shorn and vision torn, its image out of place You’ll ne... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Default What was, became you What will be, becomes you What could be, belies you What is —befalls (Dreamsleep: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Mutual Exclusion I said yes, you disagreed… no longer to be friends P.C. culture, zero-sum, misleading to the end (Rosemont Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 3 months ago |
Lost Voices What versus why, each millennium cries Man on the run, all truth in disguise Modernity reels from an ancient ideal Until time the thief —reveals (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Blood Oath The knife edge of verse… a verbal incision, whose sharpness cuts both ways Its blood groove runs heavy with truth dripping free —to mark the words unsaid (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Visions Troll Subject and Object, who builds the bridge From either perspective, to laud or forgive First person invective, third person retort The toll for each crossing —forever deports (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Garden Path Intention of action… inaction pursues Deflecting commitment, with roadblocks infused Intention of action… step one and step three Step two is the question —of what comes to be (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Dilettalia You dip your toe into poetry’s waters, but never seem to get wet Pretense showing, your measure unknowing, the surface as good as it gets Into the depths where fear leaves a shadow, you stare with eyes conjoined The moment upon you, time has b... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Wittgenstein Was Right The sum of all possibility, true nature of our soul To act upon or take flight from, virtues to extol What may or may not happen, to inspire or pretend The choice is ours, the will empowers —to flee or to ascend (Bryn Mawr College: September, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Pretium Amoris At what price, love, the Angel’s sing At what price, love, the joy it brings At what price, love, our spirit’s rhyme At what price, love —the word sublime (The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Tomorrow's Song Memories of the future, dancing in my head Recalling what will come to pass, joyous and unread Reflections yet to happen, vivid they befall Voices that still wait to sing —calling me enthralled (The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Right Side Of Tomorrow Some men are rich with a promise, to others—millions are never enough Fortune esteems what your vision can dream, contentment elusive as such (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Worse Than Death Stealing my dignity in the name of love, you took back all control The past and future trading in place, all memory untold Stealing my dignity in the name of love, child—father to the man Whose power has dwindled and wheels come off, with freed... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Truant Verse Finding fault with a vagrant poem, its message left unclear Falling short, while aiming long, to harken every ear What’s left unsaid, an unmade bed, the sheets pulled down and bare The words still truant, their search goes on —whose message all... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Lights Of The O.R. Dodging a bullet, the PET Scan loomed large… results both good and bad “Nothing today to worry about,” but tomorrow left unclad The moment secure, the future unsure… prognosis under siege The lights of the O.R. calling his name —with hope the ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Modernia Information… answers wrapped in questions, warped in dimension —to overload (Ted Talking: January 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Winter Count We die in the present, but live in the past Though the moment may claim us —our memory to last (Pine Ridge South Dakota: June, 1993) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Dakota Afternoon Can our culture live on, can its message be contained Will an eagle looking down see the joy or the pain Will our heritage run deep, like the river that flows To an all-consuming delta, and the life force who knows (Pine Ridge South Dakota: Ju... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
From Beyond The Grave I get along with my father now, better than when he was alive The walls have dismantled, the barriers down, a clear vision to inside The excuses we made, a pride that forbade, here buried in the ground As our spirits conjoin to sail on the win... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Joni's Circle Game The older I get the more I know, everything starts as a prayer The older I get the more I’m indebted to a voice that I can share The older I get the surer I am that life begins and ends The older I get the richer the words —that spoken live aga... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Joyous Epitaph Walking on His good side, each step was placed with care My direction set, intention met, new words to light the air Looking back I said goodbye, all strings there left untied Hands firmly placed in His embrace —eternity inscribed (The Book Of... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Airway To Heaven Poetry… my breath, my life Feelings inhaled, thoughts to delight (Dreamsleep: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Eagle Cries So much lost… so little gained Prairies in judgment, our destiny framed So little gained for what we lost Spirits now orphaned —tomorrow the cost (Browning Montana: Blackfoot Reservation - May, 1995). | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Grandfather's Song Our Father, life giving light, Redeemer of the plains Carry our offerings into your heart, remember, we serve in your name Spirit Redeemer, the mountains and hills, distant and barren in lore The drums have restarted, the chanting begun, the Pe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Oglala Lament: Decembver, 1890 We cannot eat lies or feast on empty promises No more than the bison, starving in the desert sand We cannot clothe our children as we run from the Wasichus Our teepees torn and freezing amidst the winter snows (Pine Ridge South Dakota: Late Se... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Do Over Revisiting places, a fresh pair of eyes All time reimagined —the how and the why (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
By Any Other Name... A watch is forever subservient to time As each day bows down to the sun Remeasuring infinity from end to end Orphaned between —and left to beguile (Villanova University: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Enemy Within If conflict is human, is violence a game The law of the jungle by some other name A mortal endeavor, to choose when we fight With nature in judgment —the wrong from the right (Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Whole Punched Imperfection keeps me fertile, like the storm upon the plain Measuring the distance, of what’s lost and sometimes gained With my thoughts I mark the hours, left uncounted looking back The choices made and prices paid —endorsing what I lack (Vi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Not I If reality is meant to change, Buddhists may be right The stops and starts of wasted dreams, to bury in the night With truth in self-denial, our awareness springs and grows The burdens of all conscious thought, released—once letting go (Villan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Devil's Ear Cheating death… the myth we tell —when life seems all the more (Villanova University: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Threshold My door is made of solid bronze but doesn’t have a lock Patina’d with the stain of blood from all the battles fought It swings upon a rusted hinge and creaks when open wide To welcome back the future-past the present safe inside (Bryn Mawr Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
On My Sleeve I know more things than I can tell The water deep within my well I wish for more than hope can stand Obeying Thee —my heart commands (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
One Last Drink On a barstool somewhere in a lost America with a stranger who calls me friend All options dwindling my fate in his hands —and nearly at the end (Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
All The King's Horses Logic destroys the natural state, as order rules the day To tag and label, weigh and chart, reality at bay A poet in the truest sense, I fall outside the lines Entropic freedom calling me —to all that I might find (Rosemont College: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Dodging The Bullet When death came ‘a calling,’ again thus denied The future remortgaged —payment applied (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Lakota Psalm The white wing of the wind blew down from tomorrow Carrying a message of hope —from beyond the unknown (Dreamsleep: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Limboesque Caught within the membranes of a lost tomorrow, time stood still No sound, no sight, no fresh vibration, as eternity waits (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Belighted Coming out of the shadows, reality struck hard Changing me forever —leading me away (Dreamsleep: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
X-Posed Don’t hate me if I struck a nerve, a tear now yours to mend The pain acute, denial slim —too late to then pretend (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Caught Between Waiting for yesterday, I stumbled into tomorrow —and found my spirit lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Inner Child A creative adult, a child who survived New toys in the attic —where time comes alive (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Dark Consensus Only talking to each other, academics expound And sing to the choir —no truth to be found (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Soul Foreigner to death Alien to mortality Gateway to transcendence Angel from beyond (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Fool's Gold A bigger fish, a smaller pond A greater truth alludes The water shallow, banks now void Of fishermen bemused (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Flotsam & Jetsam Do you strive to be poetic, while forgetting to be a poet Your words when forced an epitaph to what you never said (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Buried Alive Lost within the folds of my regret Trapped between today and tomorrow Taking what I could never give Losing what I had yet to find (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
To Love You More I don’t want to be the one who shies away and loves you less I don’t want to be the one asleep while you’re awake I don’t want to be the keeper of secrets you cannot share I don’t want to be the one you miss —until I’m gone (Villanova Pennsylv... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Night The wingless eagle went to the party of the owls with his own wisdom Intimidating the impostors of the night with his past glory Exposing the shadows of their dark indulgence —with a killers eye (Stone Harbor New Jersey: January, 1992) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Fidelite Divorce not an option, vows to remain The altar enmired, betrothal reclaimed Children all lettered, their offspring to spin My nuptials enduring —faithful within (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Honeybee's Die Are you rapacious with your poetry, avaricious in your verse Covetous of those words you read, jealous—maybe worse Do your thoughts deceive with what you write, does bad intention rule the day Those tracks you leave, the trap you’ve set —with y... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
The Mirage At odds with myself, those things you see Eyes looking out —feelings within (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Drawers Of Remembrance The furniture of my youth, bed posts of desire Armoire of a future wish —hope chest of dreams (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 4 months ago |
Beyond The Veil Hiding in the middle class, I made my way through life Looking like I had it made, no struggle and no strife Others couldn’t see it, as it metastasized inside A terminal metamorphosis —hidden from your eyes (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
The Abdicate Standard bearer, above the fray Others follow, trackless fields Trailing echo’s, dead and gone Then tomorrow —tomorrow then (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Fault Line Clothed in fraud, his disguise supreme Frightening listeners, confusion schemed His world inside, a caldera waits Armageddon trembling —the hour late (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Highway 61 Maintaining his distance, Dylan felt safe A musical drifter not born for one place His words once released, to live on their own The road calling windward —far from his home (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Chimeran Crossing Bridging the gap… hate falling away Into the chasm, fate tightens the stays Forging two armies, to now fight as one Entreating their union —Saint Michael has come (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Blessings Counted Looking down, I’ve been so lucky Looking up, still more to know Fortune smiles, the road still open Steeper yet —but blessed to go (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Magna Carta You once gave to me something, you now want to take back But its cord is umbilical, my soul thus attached The title to the future in invisible ink Bleeding free your reluctance —inextricably linked (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Lonesome Whistle Behind on my rent… the door slamming behind A beggar of memories, doomed to remind Last boxcar of hope on a railway of dreams From here to tomorrow —trapped in between (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
To Thine Own... Betrothed within, making love to ourselves Pledging new vows, to seal every tryst Promises buried, a marriage unseen Wedding bells ring —ever silent and deep (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
The Comet's Tail Chasing after the flame, in spite of the heat To bathe in the light —everything else is dark (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Going To The Sun Road Decisions that last forever… choices made every day To commit with our hearts, our heads in the wind —the difference for Poets to say (St. Mary’s Montana: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
First And Last The first casualty of war… truth The last casualty of war… death Truth fighting death, beginning to end Questions unanswered —gravestones contend (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Hourglass On the quietest of nights I can now hear its roar This current hides calmly what fate has in store Its crashing is consummate, my drowning awaits Last bend now approaching —the hour grows late (Villanova Pennsylvania: August: 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
The Future Of Our Cities “Violence broke out again last night in Gotham… “No arrests have been made” (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Falling Petals Asking for support and not your agreement, I looked into your eyes Seeing rejection, a stare blank and cold, all connection was untied Words became hollow, our rose only thorns, a new distance did we share Alone while together, the ending in si... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Time Bandit Has the future made a profit by selling out your dreams Marking up expectations, closing out self esteem Interest bearing hopes uncashed, wishes in arrears Creditors loom, the past foreclosed —tomorrow paid in tears (Villanova Pennsylvania: Au... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Ensnared If something isn’t true, is it necessarily false By the polarized abstraction, are we blinded to recourse In the either or equation and the depths of zero sum Is all meaning trapped forever —inside this web we’ve spun (Villanova Pennsylvania: ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Lifelines Reaching down or reaching up Arms extended —hearts to touch (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
A Returning Tide Revisiting oceans I’ve sailed before, my eyes now finally see Their currents deeper but softer felt, all doldrums blowing free As friends I greet them no longer strange, once passing in the night With anchors dropping inside my soul —to harbor ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
A Hobo's Last Prayer Hitchhiking along a highway that runs inside my mind Revisiting the roads I’d crossed while skirting all the lines My thumb held high and searching for what eyes no longer see Along this path that takes me home —returning unto thee (Villanova ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Blessing's Disguise Being poor… having no money Conjoined, yet not the same Faith in the wind, promises born Wings free —to be reclaimed (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Time Lies In Wait Attack, attack… leaving no room for fear Charging ahead, driving the past behind Fate in a coma, never really dead Lying in wait —for that final misstep (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
The Fleeting Moment You can only live in the time you’re given The past and the future, a false consorting Looking inside and blinding yourself —to tomorrow and yesterday The magic contained within each fleeting moment —until it’s gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Fantasia Are you bigger in your absence than your presence could command Is your memory that much stronger than your being when at hand Does the legend of your fancy stretch the truth of what you’d done The imagined and embellished —a false legacy becom... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Memory Lane The right to remember, the right to recall The right to uncover, the right to forestall The right to nostalgia, the right to look back The right to remember —the right to retrack (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Our Will To Answer Fear, the ghost of indecision where darkness stalks each day Confusion our ignoble master, bewildered we fall prey Terror caught in nightly doldrums, the walls start closing in As choices wait our will to answer —or die this fate within (Villa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
In Darkness The thrill is gone, but its memory remains in flashes that come in the night The names have all changed, but faces stare back forsaken, denied by the light The thrill is gone, but its price still to pay whose absence weighs heavy and long The r... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Dark Orphan The bigotry of isolation, prejudice of despair The future in your rear window —abandoned beyond repair (Villanova Pennsylvania: July: 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
To Glen Campbell With distance in his voice, he traveled on the wind Guitar case for a saddle, to ride each beckoning whim A folk tale left untethered, his melody to claim Each song an affirmation —his legend to refrain (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Tomorrow's Yesterday Paying the price for a life ill lived, my spirit torn and scarred Those things undone, weigh heavy now, old choices prey and mar I thought the past behind me sure, alas, naivete Each memory loose to track and hunt —tomorrow’s yesterday (... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
The Future Claimed Moments of clarity stop the clock, but time rolls on and on Unrecorded, to stay embedded in each wish unfulfilled Tranquilizing the fleeting doubt that truancy sets free Returning with the future claimed —to liberate the past (Villanova Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 5 months ago |
Storm Warning Markets are strong as bridges crumble Dividends fly while highways collapse Earnings per share define false adoration Gift wrapping burns —on the last empty box (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
In Hoc Momento Sitting neither left nor right but on the different side of things Polarity drifts off like the ending note in a forgotten song The past and future saying one final and lasting goodbye As time becomes a wandering orphan —and the moment set fre... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
Lost Inside Those who betray their dreams are forever old Living between denial —and what might have been (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
Legacy's Tale Will you be the hero within your own story Will you marry the present, dating the future and past Will your legacy document your truest intention Or falsely imply words abandoned—unheard (H.U.P. May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
New Book Title Science… explaining away the magic (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
The True Cost With nothing to offer but my own confusion, I wandered through the night Holding you close while letting you go, a darker prophecy claimed the light The end came too soon, the beginning was dead, all connection torn and lost In the distance to ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
Freedom's Portal Redefining the past for tomorrow Memory’s promise —reimagined again (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
The Quiet Roar Deafening thunder, cries from down under Voices of silence —lost in the wind (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
Gale Warning Name dropping success… a first name basis with failure Hope into the wind, heartache on the approaching storm (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
Following Storm The underside of dawn, a promise ill remembered Blue Hour turned to black —as night devours day (C&D Canal: June, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
Heat Blinds Are the truly enlightened able to endorse their success Driven closer to the flame —where heat blinds to reveal (H.U.P. May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
The Veil The future calls our name just once, hello awaits goodbye The past a veil to what’s been learned —the truth wrapped in a lie (H.U.P. May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 6 months ago |
Each Memory The past held victim to the future Each memory a shackle in tomorrow’s chain (H.U.P. May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 7 months ago |
Each Choice The moments of these days… the wheat from the chaff Each choice confirmation —the first from the last (H.U.P. May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 7 months ago |
To Count On The greatest times are the one’s that surprise us The greatest people are the one’s who don’t (H.U.P. May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 7 months ago |
Resonant Voices What are we afraid of if not ourselves What are those shadows that hover within What do we know beyond the joy and the pain Where resonant voices —start over again (H.U.P. May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 7 months ago |
Writers Taking the reader where alone he can’t go Onramp to tomorrow —new roads to be shown (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Till Thunder Breaks She only leaves me when it’s raining, to wash away the pain Clouds an ablution to her memories dark, drowning a past refrain She returns as the skies are clearing, to dry inside my warmth Our love in place until thunder breaks —again to chase ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Abandoned Tears I can’t cry anymore, or mention your name I can’t sleep through the night with fury and shame I can’t give anymore, stakes gone from my claim I can’t cry anymore —tears salting the blame (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Conjoined The Art of Creating, the Art of Living —YES (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
In Sheep's Clothing Disguising his attack, concealing his intent, deceit comes calling as a friend Smiling to your face, fangs in your back, the wolf approaching as a lamb (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Resonation Poetry, not read with the eyes or listened to with the ears —when spirited through the soul (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Reaching Out They just want to feel something… the audience again new They just want to escape time, for a moment then, or two They just want to know you care, after what the past has cost They just want you reaching out —touching something that they’ve los... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Seasons To Mourn And no summer came… the calendar frozen, cold winds still in play And no summer came… the birds and the butterflies staying away And no summer came… expressions of love buried under the frost And no summer came… the seasons to mourn every day... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Freebyrd Searching, I look for words to free the song The music, already playing inside my soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2008) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Mexican Hat Monument Valley, you whisper going through HOPING IT WON’T HEAR HOPING IT WON’T HEAR Whatever you say —never to be enough (Duchesne Utah: June, 2008) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Less Is More If only my wishes had come to me earlier Much less than I settled for —still more than I deserved (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Which Rose What’s in a title, what’s in a name What does it matter, praise—or to blame (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
In The End... Blue Collar—White Collar, choking the same Their difference endemic, as time casts its blame (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
To Look Back Before success, the work had more meaning Before success, with nothing to fear Before success, all floor and no ceiling Before success —the mirror was clear (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
The Reach How close can you get to the horizon, how far can infinity feel How near can you get to the distance, that pulls, but then never reveals (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
A Hurt So Good Writing pains my hand —as it eases my heart (Strafford Pennsylvania: November, 1976) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Lest We Forget The rock, stands against the wind in centuries old calm Counting the years until our baptism, sinking deeper still Stoic to tell lest we forget, engraved on a hill of blinding sun Of barefoot painted dancers, and children—future come (Mesa Ve... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Mourning's Roar Monuments of distraction, portals from hell The gates, the temptation, where the misguided dwell Three dimensions the material, where emptiness hides The lions all roaring from cages inside The pathways worn smooth, the comfort is there ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Vox A Priori A Poet first, long before the first word Musings inherent —crying to be heard (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Sold Unborn Give me back my kidnapped youth, distiller of the night Return the sun from whence it’s gone, expose this darkened fright Give me back the future-past, all memory on the run Return those days once sold unborn —to where my joy has gone (Villano... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Carnal Madness The prostrate lizard, hated savior, crawls the crooked road to the city Figures, sinking with the light, bending your prayers —watching the sun Light retreats as shadows leave, emptying space for a new awareness Its carnal madness telling agai... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Dark Summit The top of the mountain —how do you spell alone (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
A Wanton Barter Everyone’s life is tragic, but who calls out the score The Jester or the Hangman, the Undertaker sure Everyone’s nights are haunted, when sleeping with the Muse Each dream a wanton barter —your memories to lose (Haverford Pennsylvania: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Chasing Miles... Jazz without melody, an arm with no hand A heart without blood —a sea with no land (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Tip Of The Spear An army of lions… led by a lamb An army of sheep… led by a lion The fangs out in front first bite is the deepest A wound more than fatal —destruction sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Dreams Forgotten Whispers before me, echoes behind Voices portending, words to remind Sleepless imprisoned, nights linger on Shadows approaching —memory gone (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
22 Catch When you’re out of options —it’s no time to make a choice (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
When Looking Back I’ll rue the day, I can’t write angry I’ll rue the day, not alone with myself I’ll rue the day, the questions all answered I’ll rue the day, thoughts no longer felt (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
As Then Conceived Through the bedroom window in my Grandmother’s house, shone three lights—far off and red Vertically stacked, representing the distance, to a young boy fast in bed A distance that I was born to travel, my hopes as then conceived A distance... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
A Demon That Hides Fear is a thief stealing into the future, the past its lot to pawn A larcenous demon that hides in the night, from the gallant, intrepid—and strong (Dreamsleep: May, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Forever Now Every second, an infinity happens ... in relativity! (West Philadelphia: January, 1973) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
A Last Adieu The sentence was death, terminally sure, to pack my bags, adieu As reds have never looked so red, and greens, the greenest hue The wine the sweetest on my tongue, as birds sing sweeter still The children’s laughter I embrace, their joy I’ll kee... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Adieu The light gets richer approaching the end Warmth trumping distance —goodbye an old friend (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Lover In Armor A question unanswered, a wish unfulfilled A moment left fleeting, to wander until A maiden unmarried, a tryst never made A lover in armor, a husband forbade A day left to dwindle, the twilight to roam A promise indentured, enslaved and alone ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Vitam Aut Mortem Is this life we live, the life we know, really death from another plane Is the hurt we suffer, and the struggle we bear, the result of another realm Are the visions we see, and the insights unnamed, but a window into that world Is what we call ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Stronger Winds A dark cloud swept o’er me today, and visited but couldn’t stay It tried to blow my voice away, but stronger winds then had their say Poisoning rains lay overhead, whose black veil lifts in mornings glow Their invocation scoffed again —by every... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Wedding Bell Blues Married to a doctrine —divorced from the truth (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Nearer Than Far Writers treading water —the sound of the falls (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Liner Note Whisking away tomorrow in a velvety breath —to write once more (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Ames — 1967 The country was turbulent on TV, but not in Iowa The ‘Times Were A Changing’ for most to see, but not in Iowa There was more to sound than snippets or bites, back then in Iowa Each voice was heard when spoken and free, back then in Iowa The ki... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Trinity Blues Three in one, prophetic comes One for all, each heart enthralled Confusion proffered, diffusion reigns Salvation offered —all reason feigned (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
No Enmity Turning down every invitation… the invitations stopped Ensuring the freedom I always craved, alone inside my thoughts Misunderstood and misrepresented, my feelings misconstrued And needing to live within myself —no enmity toward you (Villanova... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Id Infinitum We live, have lived, and always will —live in troubled times (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Time's Reverie What’s written in the past, the shadows capture Those words saved for tomorrow, fantasy But what I write today, to live forever Alive unto itself —time’s reverie (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Jurassic Dreams Walking with giants, each step getting bigger The miles—the millennia, the search beyond (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Heaven's Chord The stairway to God is music Each step a string on the Angel’s harp (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Twilight Moments In days of fancy, you cared for me In days of challenge, I cared for you In twilight moments, our love renewed In night’s betrothal —our wishes free (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Naked In The Forest When you become a victim, the hunter turns to prey And the wolves now beckoned —call (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Embodied As an artist, you go where art takes you As a writer —you become the words (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Railway To Hell The Gypsy jumped from car to car, never getting off the train In Davenport through morning fog, the old town looked the same The prairies waited in the dark, the Rockies far beyond In Denver’s wind he heard the words to an oft-forgotten psalm ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Nusquam Omnino Running in circles, spinning in place Everywhere at once —nowhere at all (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
The Enabler I abhor… bigotry, dishonesty, hate and disloyalty, bias and jealousy, misogyny and tyranny But more than anything I hate weakness in all its forms, cowardice being the most destructive, which allows all of the things I abhor… to exist (Dreamsle... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 8 months ago |
Cheating The Night Ships pass in the dark, so near yet so far A hair’s breadth away —eternity preys (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Your Words For those who will listen, and those who can hear For those it will matter —your words to endear (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Laid Bare You have to be naked inside a Poem Exposed in its limelight, a baby new born Starving the doubt by feeding the fear Everything revealed —your back to the wall (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
For Those For those who will listen, and those who can hear For those it will matter —your words to endear (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Her Eyes There’s a power that only certain women have, a force beyond words to describe Where your breath is frozen, and your eyes are locked, with every move freeing her guise You surrender the only thing certain and sure, your downfall worth all she un... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Orphaned Shadows Youth, the perception —of what time throws away (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Looking Away You won’t get better with age Or turn more experience into a higher art By heading back down, never reaching the apex To where you first started —your eyes turned away (St. David’s Pennsylvania: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Unto Thee One last day to suffer, as silence endures One new day engendered, to motion toward A musical seamstress, to stitch me back whole A lyrical consort, inscribed to behold Each word as my seed, to lay fertile the plain Each phrase lost and orpha... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Each Voice America’s greatness… we don’t have to agree In freedom of dissension, a strong harmony Each voice draws a bowstring whose arrow flies high Carrying a message —that liberty buys (Philadelphia Pennsylvania: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Boys Elegant grunge… the Rolling Stones (Wembley Stadium: June, 1982) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Re: Warren 'Link' Draper “Once you’ve financed your passion —it’s time to quit work” (Valley Forge Military Academy: August, 1964) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Till It's Gone Time… our most precious consumable Buying each footstep —lace on the pall (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Before Goodbye Unliving your memory —unbreaking my heart (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
A Picture's Worth... Painting with words, poetry my canvas Hanging through the ages —signed with my blood (Ocean City New Jersey: June, 1969) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Pandora's Revenge Don’t pick it up if you can’t put it down A little bit pregnant —the world turned around (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Creases Folding words into a feeling The permanence was addictive The creases redefining And the transcendence sublime (Nashville Tennessee: 'The Bluebird' October 1991) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Viventem Et Mori Living right, death of no concern Dying right —life begins again (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
A Lakota Mother's Prayer ‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me, ‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name ‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me, reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered, as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Exitus Never writing to make the words pretty, but the thoughts pure Each breath a moment of time’s demise —tomorrow gone (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Deo Natus Est When man came out of nature's womb —God was born (Winnipeg Canada: September, 1992) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Journey Artists reach beyond themselves, to be more than who they are The journey never at an end, nor ever near—but far (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Mirage In The Distance Who’re you really” the Sage asked again, that look upon his face “It depends on who I’m looking at,” I said, his eyes now glazed “I’m never just one thing as you’ve heard often in my songs “Like the weather I am prone to change, from right—to o... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Where Dreams Elope I don’t remember where I was, when the Earth became my lover Surrendering herself to me, enticing all endeavor Canyon Walls and Glacial Cliffs, whose depths and heights I wander Memory folding in upon itself, my heart immersed in splendor I now ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
No Candy This Year The eggs had been colored, and scattered about The baskets were hidden, the children to shout… “Was he here mom, was he here?” they yell from upstairs “Come down and find out,” she says—nary a care Their little feet rush, taking two steps at o... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Light Of Ibalon Return to the sky, our moon, Bakunawa Masked Haliya has been called, the tree circled again Balyana is dancing, the heaven’s in darkness By the goddess of moonlight —you’re condemned to the sea (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Myself To Keep Social Distancing not so strange, I’ve been doing it for years The world a feelings length away, old lovers left in tears I shared what I shared early, with my short pants not yet off Trusting in my family first, I learned—but Oh the cost For ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Forever Alive Fighting against you, attacking with words, hatred my weapon inscribed Fountains of blood each chapter exudes, keeping you distant—forever alive (Penn Medicine Radnor: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Stolen Horse Why try to write like somebody else, by others passion driven A watered down copy, trespassing free, to alien words you’re smitten A copycat artist who mimics the sounds, your voice a toast unbidden While somebody’s pain and somebody’s joy —the... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
In The Looking Glass I would look through the window at feeble old men and secretly smirk and secretly pity Now the window looks back and its message is clear that old man is you and the picture’s not pretty (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Call Of Tomorrow Divorced from my shadow, estranged from the words My heart to philander —new innocence heard (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Breathless The lungs don’t work —when the heart is broken (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
No Longer Asking There’s a clarity that comes with age, confusion on the run The light much brighter deep inside, no writing on the come My youth endeavors, drifting lines, those hedges where I’d hide Have all been trimmed or taken down, left nothing to deny T... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Born & Bred Some words forever born inclined, others bred in shadows Verse conceived and left unread —to wander lost and fallow (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Fortune Of Words The writing, compensates itself in the writer Every word an inheritance, each phrase self-endowed (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Morphing In Time Remembering the present, forgetting the past Turning into the other —the moment recast (Villanova University: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Twilight Haze I wandered among the springtime trees, and in the stillness they reached out To touch each feeling within my heart, giving cover to my doubt My life sequestered as I walk alone, past memories deeply felt The social ramblings of a world at war, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Left To Weather Raping the sky of its luster, a new darkness began to imbue Draining the ocean—taking its salt, a pillar for Edith renewed Shearing the top off the mountain, its crater to hemorrhage and bleed Stealing the promise from every hope all faith left... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Until Night The Genie-us crawled silently out of the old clock, and climbed up the bookshelves at night The Genie-us then read from the pages forbidden, feeling shame with a lusty delight The Genie-us returned as the sun came up, crawling inside the tall... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Until Darkness The Genie-us crawled silently out of the old clock, and climbed up the bookshelves at night The Genie-us then tore out the forbidden pages, feeling shame with his lusty delight The Genie-us returned as the sun came up, crawling inside the tal... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Edge Did you baptize the moment, did you remake the night Did you give truth a name, did your secrets escape Did you forever divide, leaving zero to burn Did you dance through the flames —to the edge of goodbye (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Divinus Ambient poetry, truth on the vine Words of the moment —vintage divine (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
This Moment How real can you be… how prescient can you become How long can the moment last —to choose or to then believe (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Morrison In adolescence he created the myth That untamed —devoured him (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Spoken Air Thoughts inflame as feelings stir, words simmering yet to boil Unspoken sparks drift through the night, a pyre still to fan As heat restores the human soul, all prodigals return With hope to melt the frozen dawn, and free the Poet's hand Delphia... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Last Blind Ascent Climbing each rung of the rotting ladder, my wishes snapped one by one The beanstalk looming high above, its vines blocked out the sun Grounding my desires and aspirations, like a bird with broken wings My hope tried one last blind ascent —to w... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Glue The world your editor, each season your pen Heartache your publisher, verse to amend Days left to punctuate, nights misconstrued Memory the binding —time as the glue (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Words Forever Young As my body stoops with age, youth lulls upon the page Where words forever young, cry willful to be sung As daylight quickly passes, I greet night a friend at last With memories deeply grained —reborn in verse again (Villanova Pennsylvania: Dec... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Nisi Poeta Only a Poet can stab time in the heart, to bleed free and eternal —only a Poet (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Backstabber Are you happy spreading misery, distrust what you embrace More joyful when the skies are dark, than bright on sunny days Is truth a tool you wield and fling, a weapon in your hand Love what looms and threatens most, to never understand Are fee... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Those Minor Epiphanies He went in for a six-pack, and came out with a smile His heart reawakened, the old lady—a child (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Time's Fortune How lucky you are… to be a Poet The window to tomorrow left open All tracks into the past —to reclaim (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
She's Gone Tears from a straw, heartache from a tumbler Ice from a memory —fire from my heart (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Wasting Time Squandering what you never had And what you’ll never —understand (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Marlais Dying alone on foreign ground, death gripped his blessed hand Raging hard across the pond, Manhattan, his last stand An oak to fall on alien soil, all seeds to heaven thrown His words cast free into the dark, that ‘Good Night’ now his own (Vil... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Moments Left The Poet’s real enemy is time Alone to struggle —moments to rhyme (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The World Rose The world sneezed, the demon danced —the music stopped in time The world coughed, the demon choked —millions now entwined The world hid, the demon searched —new victims running low The world rose, the demon dead —nowhere left to go (Dreamsleep... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Bemused Rat-a-tat, Rat-a tat-tat, the mice crawl through the walls You hear them best when lights are low, the cat still yet to call Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat, straight up and overhead The world they know—the world you know, conjoined but never bred Ra... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Back Turned Refusing to ever say hello The coward says —goodbye (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Surrendering To The Muse Putting up the white flag, laying down my gun Turning my back on fantasy, projects left undone Unlike other enemies, she’s neither front nor back But lives where only she can go, where color turns to black Her voice becomes a mimic, ventriloqu... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Blankets Of Doubt Ovarian, Breast, Pancreatic, or Lung… there’s a look that is shared the same And staring straight into the eyes of time, all promises gone and reclaimed Each moment borrowed and leased from your fear, the walls crashing one by one Tonight no ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
In Search Of The Cream Is someone profiting on your wishes and dreams, renaming your parade Like a thief in the night they steal every wish, their own life at best a charade Is someone else cashing the check you just wrote, to pay for their larcenous schemes Has your... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Keeper Of The Flame Weaver of dreams, caretaker of the word Orator of the heart —steward of love (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Time Dispelled Always is a long, long time, today is longer still The beginning of what can never end, consciousness distills Tomorrow is the shortest time, when looked at from today And yesterday no time at all, whose notion drifts away Never is all time de... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
What Death Denies The artist dies again and again, but his art does not Bringing new life to the ages, turning his back on time The artist cannot last, but his genius can Living inside the spirit —of what death denies (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
The Devil's Son Off in the distance, he was whispering my name What started as a rumor, audible and plain My parking meter empty, the hour glass had run What life only borrowed, reclaimed—the devil’s son (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Death In Bloom It was the 3rd day of the battle, and thousands lay dying or dead Lining the edge of the smoke and chaos, the roses and daisies were spread The screams in the night were ungodly, sounds of cannon fire ruling the day With blue and grey bleeding... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Unredeemed Are you hiding inside your writing, making it impossible to see what you mean Camouflaged words based on muddled intent, to confound, confuse, or mislead Is it cryptic or gibberish in nature, your attempt to impress with your scheme Are your wo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
If, As Emily Said... Dying is a wild night and a new road” Then Darkness is passion untamed —on a highway to hell (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
What Every Moment... What every man would like to say, and every woman like to hear What every moment would then embrace —released to so endear (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
My Words Past moments segmented euphoric, notebook in the back of my jeans” It used to be a pocketed feeling, today it’s the air that I breathe They used to visit when I would invite them, now they’re my shadow unseen Blanketing my world with their lett... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Awaiting Breath The incarnation of silence, sound without tone Words embody in the night —crying to be known (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Spirit Wings If you live long enough… those things you missed will again return No longer wrapped in layers of disguise But flying on spirit wings the Archangels have endowed Bequeathed to the morning’s sunrise —your exiting dawn (Villanova Pennsylvania: M... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Mr. Bojangles—Dance The imagery of experience, the magic of verse Each word bought and paid for —to bless or to curse (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: 1971) ‘With Jerry Jeff Walker At The Main Point’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Verbal Quicksand You can’t argue or reason your way into transcendence Sinking deeper with each formula drawn —and truism proclaimed (Wayne Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 9 months ago |
Can CEGA The drum beat of eternity —keeper of the dream (Pine Ridge South Dakota: June, 2006) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Heaven's Ear When the spirit listens —the heart forgives (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2011) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Three Faces Of I I chased my selves down the hallway tonight, and called them both by name They stopped and wavered before looking away, turning their backs again Subliminal gravity captured the space, attraction thrice denied The fusion once splintered reuniti... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
A Voice Now Gone The night a killer with retinas that burn, all verses running mad Fists of silence coming out of the dark, opening up to grab Fingers choking the last vocal chord, strangulation by command The quiet finality of a voice now gone —gripped in my o... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
A New Stone Standing alone on the altar’s first step, apprenticeship dethroned Indentured anew, my eyes turn inward, disarmed, but not disowned A quarter to forever in the distance ahead, blank meadows still to quote The hour glass waiting upon no man, to ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Giving It Up Give it back to the night, give it back to the day Give it back to the moment, where time goes to pray Give it back to the future, give it back to the past Give it up to the present —forever to last (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Time Hunter Words of malice, curses flamed, hiding in the past No license needed to hunt through time —the present armed en masse (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Gabriel's Horn In the end… all we have left is the music And music, will be more than enough (Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Diametrix Poetry and Political Correctness —the ultimate Oxymoron (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Reckoning Storm With eyes that see and ears that hear, but hearts that look away Each child unkept—all life bereft, to rue these mournful days (Children’s Hospital Of Philadelphia: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Pitching Wedge To Hell The Country Club of walking death, calls out across the ferns The 1st hole starts with pain unmatched, its traps to flame and burn The 9th hole calls you back to life, just to send you down again The 14th hole, a dismal swamp, your demons there... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Poetry Too! Joni said… “If I tell you what the song is about, it won’t be about you anymore” (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020) ‘Watching Joni Mitchell On AXS’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
My Breath Debiting the bank of time —your dream my breath withdraws (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Two Fathers God made me a man… the devil a poet To argue with the Almighty of his methods and plan God made me a mortal, but divinely inspired Two feet on the ground —flaming the fan (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Current Of Dreams A river is but a witness, to what lay along its banks Carrying forth transcendent dreams, flowing stillness, giving thanks A river travels onward, while buried in its wake The current freeing motion’s form —offering escape (Dreamsleep: March, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Only Mental Can you remember the present, or only the past And what of the future, clairvoyant at last Are the walls artificial and the boundaries lame Is time only mental —perception to change (Rosemont Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
No-Stalgia You can’t go back —to where you’ve never been (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Prodigal Today, I fed a horse still wild, and asked him with my rhyme To blaze the silver meteor’s trail, to where the words collide I filled him with one final verse, to sharpen my refrain And mounted for that one last ride —to go back home again (Dre... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Anchor's Gone Clear the decks and set the helm A storm approaches, hatches closed Drop the main and raise the jib The anchor’s gone —our fate to sail (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Belleza Es Verdad Passing through its own reflection, eternity is beauty —and beauty is truth (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Fated Current Are you the latest one I’ve left alone, heart Shanghaied—no goodbye Are you wondering why as questions loom, the answers high and dry Were you sure you’d be the only one, to wade misfortune’s tide As that fated current pulled me back —to drift ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Literary Hourglass There’s just a set number of poems to write And writing the last, I’m done To die but alone, with my words as the pall Breathless verses —left unsung (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Torches Rage The past is but a distant flame, with reasons there disowned Where fire burns in effigy, to singe that falsely known The ages but a candle dim, its wick burned to the quick As torches rage from deep within —all time a kindling stick (Dreamslee... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
To Defy Beyond comparison, they rise when we fall Uniquely divergent, to impale and enthrall No reference or genre, descriptions confound Bowie and Jagger —alone in the crowd (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Minus Thine Hanging like a scapular, your memory haunts my dreams You clothe my thoughts in joyous warmth, my lonely voice to scream… “I live inside your shadowed love, afraid new suns will shine “The darkness my heart yearns to keep, all new light—minus ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
I Charge Within I put a saddle on the wind, and rode it through the storm The bridle placed, the buckled cinch, the reins, my horse reborn Inside each stirrup passion spurs, the present now in hand Behind whose mane I charge within —in search of who I am (Vil... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Dark Weaving Clothing the world in hate and destruction Shame is the loom that weaves damnation (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
A Baby Cries The bike broke down, my money gone, Beale Street calling —Memphis in my dreams The diner’s empty, last quarter found, the jukebox playing —Memphis in my dreams The waitress smiles, she’s off at six, her place a walk —Memphis in my dreams The ki... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Nothing More The Sage cried out these final words as he rose from where he sat… “There’s nothing beyond everything —and everything beyond that” (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Backhanded All you can be is all you can be,” damning with faint praise A lover, not a girl to wed —left hand falsely raised (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Till Fortune... Blood is thicker than water, what we had thicker than blood” All wounds long healed by memory’s salve, divined from up above Our bonding copper wire, wrapped round a thousand times Till fortune gets down on both knees, and bows—our soul’s conjo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Smashing The Mirror Do you wilt in someone else’s shadow Do you fawn in someone else’s praise Do you rise in someone else’s dawn Do you fly with someone else’s wings Can you break the chains that hold you Can you smash the mirror of regret Can you kill the demo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Fire & Ice Reading poetry to enhance your own, beguiling at the least An intention maybe well inclined, but it’s bread without the yeast Only fire and ice can make the Bard, to burn and melt within Your Muse to christen each child true born, adoption —... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Lines Impearled Is a poem ever really done, can the last word not begin The Angels voting lines impearled each phrase into a hymn Is a poem ever given back, to whom the words behold Each letter turned into a string, —a harp of heaven’s gold (Dreamsleep: Marc... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Your Soul To Wed Writing outside the body, in the control room of the mind The blueprints of our D.N.A., left for me to find The root cause of the madness, ‘where thoughts and feelings meet’ No blood yet spilled, no demons killed, free will lay sound asleep Th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Washing Over Moments in the present, hours in the past, wishes in the future —none of them to last Seduction by the penny, heartbreak by the pound, rivers flowing memory —waterfalls abound (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Eisai Who you are and What you are and Where your are and When you are is Why you are and All you are and All you are and… (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Before Tomorrow To love, to hate, fruition waits Which mood describes, which mood defies Those things you feel, those things you say Before tomorrow —beyond today (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
A New Ending Will you die, pretending to be someone you’re not Will you live, defending that someone you are Will you remember the last thing you tried to forget Will you return —to begin a new ending again (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Lyrical Kill Shot My words are a saxophone, my phrases a drum My stanzas a keyboard, my rhyming a gun The Muse is my bullet, the readers a shield The darkness my target —its bullseye revealed (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Fate Will Say... The Wicked Flee When None Pursueth,” proverbs tells us so The righteous stay in judgment’s light, to harvest what’s been sown Those prodigal delinquent souls, that life has cast astray Walk free the line tween right and wrong —till fate will ha... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Syntactxx Letter to letter once estranged, they mate in open air Copulants of a thought unloved, vowels conceived in pairs An alphabetic orgy, the first word falls in place Darkness changing into light —all silence to replace (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Time Dethroned Does memory store from front to back, or more like side to side Do childhood dreams seem closer now, than yesterdays goodbye Does memory scorn all month and year, a dimension of its own Remembering best what matters most —defying time enthroned... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
That Voice You Hear Is the fire escape of love still open does it go both up and down will it rescue you from the flames of possession promising only exit never refuge from the heat Is the iron railing molten as you step out on the landing is the air too hot to brea... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Only You I know what you are, but only you know who that is I know what you said, but only you know what that means I know how it looks, but only you know how it feels I know when you’re missing —but only you know when you’re gone (Villanova Pennsylvan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
T-r-a-p-p-e-d Running from everywhere, nowhere to go Your mask in place —forever alone (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
NME The enemy of my enemy —masquerading as my friend (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
With Every Dawn Wiping the tears from eternity’s past, placing the future on ice New memories lie frozen, suspended in time —to melt with each morning’s respite (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Essentia Omnis I don’t believe in Jesus, I don’t believe in Buddha, I don’t believe in Allah, I don’t believe in Zeus I don’t believe in Fairy Tales, I don’t believe in Santa, I don’t believe in Unicorns, I don’t believe Dr. Seuss I don’t believe in Proverbs, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Turned Around The wheel of life, the wheel of death, Involution breaks their hold To turn our consciousness inward —and directly know the Soul (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Spoiled Grapes Those who never take advice, insist on giving it To offer wine that never aged —from empty barrels drawn (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Deaf Ear Too craven to take his own advice, he stumbled over time A distant echo of what he proclaimed —an alien unrhymed (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Higher Ground I refuse to talk with bigots, does that apply to you And freely open up my mind, to greet the world anew Discriminatory and hateful barbs, divide and tear apart What poetry tries its best to mend, inside an honest heart Those few most vile hid... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Dreams Wade In You filled my eyes to overflowing, and quenched my thirsting heart You poured your vision into my soul, beatific to impart All banks you flooded as dreams wade in, and currents gently surge My spirit safe within your flow, re-baptized to emerge... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
New Hope Tears well shed rewash our dreams —of nightmares filled with lies (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Yes, I Mean You Scientific theory, modernity’s ego trip Its pay grade maxed, its mirror cracked —empirical ellipse (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Divinification The Universe, imagination God… existence Thine Each Soul, His essence passing through Individuality —Divine (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Siamese Endowment Keeping it to yourself, while giving it away Only poetry is split, and structured this way Keeping it to yourself, then passing the torch A deft oxymoron, as light is re-sourced (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Most Convenient Truth Where you stand tomorrow, based on where you sit today Your principles determined by what you get The ground below you moving, feet shuffling back and forth Saying this and saying that —remembering to forget (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Rest In Peace 'Will Rogers I see someone I love, in everyone I meet The wellspring eternal —its blessings complete (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Lost Or Found I write prose so I can write poetry, and poetry so I can write prose Never prose that calls itself poetry —or poetry that’s lost within prose (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Mirage The next time I see you —you better be gone (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Punk' Tuation I hate Periods and like most Commas, a Full Stop turns me off Quotation Marks I can endure, but Semi-colons not I love a good Exclamation Point, all Question Marks so so But my favorite is the Em Dash —replacing most of those (Villanova Penns... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Waiting For Me Still looking for that lost back road… a lifetime spent to find The one that’s waiting just for me, to travel it sublime It leads to my beginning, every twist and every bend To take me back inside myself —all travel there to end (Rosemont Penn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Camel Threads No off position on the genius switch No light to then burn out No cracks to form on Leonardo’s bronze No Frazier Ali rout The expectations stretch beyond What humanity can span The eye of the needle, the camel threads What always could —sti... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Only A Tiger (Nursery Rhyme #48) Only a Tiger will approach a Tiger, Lions never do To give him pause and make him think, “What will this Tiger do” All other beasts he rests cocksure, a meal they will become But faced with one of his own kind —to stay or then to run (Villano... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Tomorrow, I'll Get It Right Drunk in Barstow, waiting for a waitress, who gets off at 2:00 a.m. The crap game cleaned me, two bums on the pool table, snoring like a train Drunk in Barstow, third time this month, I just never seem to learn The waitress said, “My boyfriend... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Love Surrounds Persuading you with my verses Never convincing you with my yarn Your heartstrings twist in braided strands To mend my spirit, darned All shouts have turned to whispers New melodies resound A phrase to dance inside your head As love —each wo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Vietnam Some came home… but never came back Some came back… but never came home Caught between forever And what forever —had disowned (Vietnam Veterans Memorial: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Question To be, Or not to be A Poet… Who’s to say, Who’s to know —who’s to really care (Dreamsleep: March, February) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Tomorrow, I'll Get It Right Drunk in Barstow, waiting for a waitress, who’s working till 2:00 a.m. The crap game cleaned me, two bums on the pool table, snoring louder than a train Drunk in Barstow, for the seventh time this month, I just never seem to learn The waitress... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Thy Name Is Death The wound bleeds free —that kills the angry heart (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) From My Novel ‘Falling Into The Darkness’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Greeting The Dawn If I could start back over fresh, a songwriter I’d be The words inside the music, in joyful harmony If I could greet the dawn again, I’d pick up the guitar And strum my way into the night —toward that distant star (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
In The Wind God created distance, so the wounded could go home The searchers and the dreamers, the ones born bound to roam He then laid down the open plain, below a towering sky And set his voice into the wind —for pilgrims such as I (Villanova University... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Footnote Of Dreams If not in memory’s service, do we still write the words To leave the past unledgered —and by token paid (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Fallen Angel Silver lining, pouch of gold Last remittance, past unsold Blessing tendered, pearl gateway plain Fallen Angel —redemption claimed (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Loading Door #1 A truck driver passes through a hole in the sky His rig self inclusive, his load staying dry Eighteen wheels of redemption, the manifest signed Delivery as promised —his docking sublime (Dreamsleep: March, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Never Explain Once I tell you what it means, the cell walls isolate Other meanings locked inside —no hope of an escape (Inspired By Bob Dylan’s Comments To Dick Cavett) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Truth's Quarry Does your writing have a time stamp, or an expiration date Does it spoil in the open air, does it falter at the gate Will children still remember, when they have grandchildren of their own That what’s written once and meant to last —those words... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Lover's Mirage You left me before I found you, never saying why Your shadow my only memory —on the threshold of goodbye (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Indian Sign You never want to look your art directly in the eye For fear of having it look away —you orphaned bye and bye (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Death By Association I’ve yet to meet two artists who really like each other The cobra and the mongoose, locked in a mortal embrace They say the same prayers, as they swear the same allegiance While hating what the other does —and who the other is (Villanova Penns... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Bribing The Devil Leaving nothing to his children but cowardly shame, his back turned toward the light His memory the captor of a traitorous scheme, capitulating through the fight His legacy broken, his endowment recalled, his reputation scorched and burned O... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
What Once Was... I carry deep inside myself, a man once big and strong Who stood alone against the wind, that blew both right and wrong I carry in my heart and mind, those things that age inures Reminding of what once was mine —as memory endures (Villanova Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Mariah Calls Writing outside the audience, applause means something more Writing the words inherent, oblivious to the score Writing outside the audience, and critical acclaim Writing for time eternal —Mariah calls your name (Villanova Pennsylvania: Februar... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Your Memory Now, more than ever, my thoughts regale, the years as yeast, new spirits rise Now, more than ever, my woods on fire, old feelings simmer, my breath to stoke Now, more than ever, I walk alone, my words returning, time destroyed Now, more than ev... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
My Own When I was young, my edges raw, my feelings open, my thoughts my own Now that I’m old, those edges scarred, those feelings transient —those thoughts my own (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) ‘Watching The Documentary, ‘Sir George Martin’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
True Cost Forgetting to remember, destiny sold is eternity shamed Forgetting to remember, letters well placed still call out your name Forgetting to remember, providence anointed is innocence lost Forgetting to remember, what’s bought with your freedom —... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Captus Sentenced to the future, for those sins unpunished now Caught inside a fatal moment —breaking sacred vows (St David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Fleeting Epiphany The idea of God, eternal, complete The knowledge of God —elusive at best (St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Xcommunicado Suicide, the death of the self Consciousness martyred —bathwater damned (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Wealth Beyond... Richer than a platinum mountain, more wealthy than a Sheik The words I’m gifted lie bejeweled, a fortune by their weight No King or Titan, Earl endowed, could match my treasured chest Each word an ingot, phrase a bar —my verse the Lord’s beques... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
"No Man Is An Island" You speak to my spirit with logic, I answer your mind from my soul With words in two disparate languages, our discourse to never be whole Your left hemisphere sealed in a vacuum, when my right hemisphere comes to call Though Donne said, “No Man... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Each Day Buying into the future, without mortgaging the past Each day a new indemnity —a present made to last (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
This Moment A tumbleweed Poet, Mariah’s delight The wind for a mistress, the future in flight A rambling Sage with a heart full of why Forgetting the past —this moment defies (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Perdita Destiny sold —eternity lost (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Joy To children, time is lost The moment set free The instant sublime Joy —the only cost (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Mirrored Lens Epistemic Humility, the world adjusts its crown Reality filtered through the lens of who looks, when, and how (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
An Echo Divine I do and don’t believe in God, at exactly the same time A paradox like the Trinity, an unwritten verse that rhymes I feel him inside me with every step, while knowing he’s not there I carry his joy within my heart, though reason not to shar... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Equus Speaks Not what’s written… but what’s seen and felt —then heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
My Fate... On the back side of deliverance, our paths fated to cross Your road going toward the light, my direction all but lost You stopped and turned toward me, looking deeply in my eyes Pity mixed with latent fear —my fate so redefined (Septa R5: Febr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Mark Of Cain Designated driver, your road to end at last The choice was yours, mistake inured, your future now your past Designated driver, those high beams in your eyes A haunting name, the lasting blame —that night your dreams reprise (Villanova Pennsylv... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Outside The Womb My ego lost virginity, upon the critics throne Pregnant with doubt ectopic, its embryo disowned With labored forced delivery, and fetus left unsired A chastised unwed mother —giving birth to words bemired (Ronald McDonald House: February,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Beyond True poets are poets before picking up a pen True poets are poets before opening their mouths True poets are poets before their words are enshrined True poets are poets before… (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Those Things... To doubt what you doubt, but know what you know The difference inherent, its fire aglow To wish what you wish for, but feel what you feel Knowing and feeling —those things that are real (Villanova University: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Safe Harbor Leaving behind excuses, the reasons close at hand No longer distracted by the ism’s of truth, or what protocol demands Living outside the fences, no longer looking in The horizon waiting as my dreams set sail —safe harbor there within (Bryn Ma... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
First Poem One brisk Saturday morn, I left the house with glee To find myself within the woods, in perfect harmony (Rosemont Pennsylvania: May, 1959) Miss Annette’s 5th Grade Class St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Deep In The Heartache Staying up for three days inside of one night, the walls come crashing in Compression imploding, my mind exploding, all memory suffering Each hour like three, as day becomes night, the reaper at the door Waist deep in the heartache, his presenc... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
A Charlatan Of Verse An empty voice with naught to say, a barrel hollow born To spout and spew, pontificate, a hairless sheep forlorn With lines recopied, often stole, released, his name to bear A charlatan of spoken verse —embezzled words to share (Villanova Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Surrendering To Love All passion enslaved to Aphrodite, her chains beyond silver or gold Where time will forever surrender, to love—never purchased or sold (Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Love Demands Damned when we do, damned when we don’t, the end works out the same As love demands its pound of flesh —the lion never tamed (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) ‘Inspired By Daniel Turner’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Borderline I dare you not to read the words, I double-dare you true To live outside a sentenced life —your spirit unrenewed (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Until Then Until you really love someone, you don’t know what you’ll do The old rules self-abated, priorities renewed Until you really love someone, you won’t see past yourself Your life upturned, your role reversed —your soul to someone else (Dreamsleep... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
If It Ain't Worth Remembering Patches on the quilt of life, letters sew not rend Memory darning time to time, future warmth depends Words left tattered, words that bind, ragged breath portends To stitch it once and have it last —tomorrow on the mend (Villanova Pennsylvan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Sky Opens Like an exiting wind, voices leave from within As the feelings impart, verbal memories embark A last spoken refrain, to escape unrestrained As the sky opens wide —Heaven's breath to provide (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Devil's Torch You’re desperately lost, writing your way into the madness Each word a false beacon, your hopes to decry You’re desperately lost, searching the caves of your memory Delusion the caretaker, your verses to lie You’re desperately lost, as every ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Sleeping Dogs North Jersey woman, South Jersey heat Your past in abeyance —dark memories to sleep (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
In The Distance Wishes from the mountaintop, dreamers from beyond Shadows in the wind —trapped in memory’s song (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Death Comes Near On a silver platter of broken dreams Your nature changes, as death comes near The buffet wanton, a dessert of fright Served incarnate —café of tears (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
The Tomorrow Of Today Waiting for time to catch its breath, I wrote the words unheard My verses most unwelcome —the future untoward (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Time Unrequited Charging to the front, my words stay behind, an anchor in the drifting sand To live past today, to prod and remind —what time unrequited demands (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Before The Silence Terminal poetry… death by the word Selling a heartbeat for every breath Giving up life for each new phrase Buried —inside what’s heard (Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Till Lightning Splits Thy self a grand impostor, what other people see A bark that hides what fate ingrains, a cover that deceives It’s others held opinion, that pulp you hide behind Till lightning splits your trunk in two —the roots left undefined (Ronald McDonald... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Slimmer Than None Arguing with the Muse, spirit abused Arguing with the Muse, always refused Arguing with the Muse, soul to confuse Arguing with the Muse —destined to lose (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
With The Dawn No matter what you say No matter what you do It only matters that you care And one plus one leaves two Proof beyond the pudding Truth beyond the facts Whose promise rises with the dawn As love keeps coming back (Villanova Pennsylvania: February,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 10 months ago |
Feelings Sacred I don’t write for you, I write for me To dream each dream, in darkness freed All gifts unwrapped, my table set My voice as spoken, no regrets I don’t speak for you, I speak for me The trails I’ve bloodied, scars decree Each moment purchased,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Nothing And No One Nothing to believe in, nothing to hold dear No one to say what you can’t say, the waters all but clear Nothing to believe in, and that includes yourself You live in fear the truth will rise —an iceberg your umwelt (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: Febr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Non Grata I’ve made a veritable art form out of ignoring others Taken it to the highest level, its crown made out of thorns Turning my back and looking away, denying their importance A world where they do not exist —no insult could hurt more (Villanova ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Hail Athena Painting with words, sculpting with sound Letters to dance —spoken aloud (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
To Torch And Burn Masquerading in a church full of dreams, all parishioners in their pews The preacher straightens his mask and starts, a sermon old renewed Hellfire and brimstone come roaring out, words to torch and burn His face staying hidden as the nightma... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Entre Admission of weakness, beginning transcendence The cry of an Angel —a welcoming hymn (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Fortune Cast Writing my own ticket… a coupon from the past The numbers all decoded, my gate approaching fast Walking down the gangway, my seat by fortune cast The pilot sitting next to me —the flight plan mine at last (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Caporal la Violette Victim of format, prisoner of rhyme Inmate of vision —exile sublime (Monmartre France: April, 1978) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Glass Houses Closeted belief… atheist’s disguise Slings and arrows, boomerang’s surprise Empty of graces, desperate to fill Shot through the heart —their spirits to kill (Noon Mass: St. Thomas of Villanova Chapel, February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Three Words If you could lock up three words to keep forever, that were yours and yours alone What three would you choose that were not ‘I Love You,’ your heart to save and own Three magical words to live within, now yours forever more Three magical words ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Living The Dream Ordinary moments for ordinary people, living inside the dream Like comfortable shoes, a dog that won’t leave you, treasures to esteem Ordinary moments for ordinary people, the rest to scratch and claw To get to a place they’ll never find —conde... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Forever Calls A gathering of Angels, a welcoming hymn Escape and deliverance —call from within (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Passing Beyond I’m going to watch you die… but before I do I will foretell your story The story of the White Bird The Great Mystery and the Silver Seed The White Bird carries in its talons the Silver Seed of all mankind A seed that will allow you to move past... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Mjolnir Hammering the dark silence, Thor bludgeons the night Releasing with thunder —a storm gods delight (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
What Goes Around... Clapton’s first three chords, his last three chords, my words have done the same Verses once muddled, distant and skewed, now thunder down like rain The syllables left are short and pointed, their edges razor sharp To cut the remaining clingi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Heaven's Gate Science… mankind’s great attempt —to become Divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
...Or Not To Be Full time poet, part time novelist Full time storyteller, part time bard The difference greater than words will imply Hemispheric divergence —the why and the how (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
All The King's Horses Parenting is now a full contact sport No lines demarcated, no rules to enforce The children still babies, the adults still kids Diapering the future —attached at the hip (State College Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Acid Test Until you truly answer the question, “Why do I write poetry” You’ll never really wed the verse, —your copyright estranged (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Harlot Of Love He asked her why she acted so, her answer was “Why not” He asked her why her mood was vile, she said “That’s all I've got” He asked her then about their love, gone missing and in doubt She answered back while looking down, a whisper not a shout... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
When Voices Call Head unbowed, heart impaled Memory old, Celtic tales Allegiance sworn, fealty burned Voices call —freedom churns (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Epiphany's Light If only genius could be contagious, like chicken pox or flu If only brilliance could be transferred, like a bank draft overdue If only insight could be replayed, like a Mozart symphony Then epiphany’s light would shine on all —in communal rhaps... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
The Boat Rocks Nothing more defended than the status quo To protect and covet, never let go Attacked by outsiders, heels to dig in Rocking the boat —water within (Ashbridge Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Last Chance Dead to himself, he stepped on the ice Cracks beginning to form Transcendence rejected, skating a path In search of time forlorn Crossing each memory, forgiveness in sight Each step, a weighted cost Redemption melting, all hope in denial L... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Nothingness Calls Leading from today into the past Present state of mind destroyed The future an orphan, waiting disowned Hell’s pathway —to the void (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Heaven Waits Counting spaces between the notes, the music came alive The melody deepened, the band on fire, all bees had left the hive Breathing in one fast refrain, my lungs too full to stop An Angel melts his pearl baton, the Sirens blazing hot New sound... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
With Tears He who cries the loudest, suffers the most guilt The eyes of destiny staring back —the past with tears rebuilt (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Fried Oysters When I got to Heaven, God was gone His desk cleaned out, the Angels pawned Not one scant sign, he was ever there Eviction notice, pinned to his chair My ride had left, my ticket torn No place to stay, my hopes forlorn Looking down, I saw th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
My Words Remain In the company of Poets, I make my bed In the company of Poets, I rest my head In the company of Poets, my dreams congeal In the company of Poets, my heart revealed In the company of Poets, my thoughts are brave In the company of Poets, all t... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Opening Night Auditioning for life, a one-act play Rehearsing my part, to leave or to stay The audience waiting, the stage has been set Opening night, my birth or my death (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Enough I’m young enough and old enough And smart enough and dumb enough And rich enough and poor enough To laugh enough and cry enough But fast enough and slow enough To guess enough and know enough To take enough and give enough To think enough —... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
One More Smile Have I lived long enough, have I said what I came to say Is my spirit now to rest, has the toll-way back been paid Have I lived long enough, being willful, righting wrongs A last heartache twice forgiven —one more smile before I’m gone (St. Da... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Wasted Breath Bad prose masquerading as poetry, darkness posing as light Words stacked on top of words uttered in vain —narcissists delight (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
So Help Me God Religion has too many givens, the takeaways few, far between Questioning ravaged, intelligence savaged —the mind left to wander and dream (Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Verse My Heart My prose becoming painful, poetry yet a joy Explaining has deterred me, rhyme a favorite toy Sentences locked and muted, as couplets run and play New paragraphs unwritten —as verse my heart does pray (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Beneath The Masque Embracing the myth, I hide deep within More Devil than Savior, aboriginal sin Excuses my sacraments, grace bartered for lies Judgment internal —redemption denied (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
A Spirit Pure It hurt so much it robbed her soul, and drove her cross the line The men she knew, the men she loved, the pain thought once sublime The last man in, the last man out, now done with men for good Her passion torn, her body raped, a woman she now ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Bringing The Curtain Down I offered you everything; you took it all Leaving me nothing —no last curtain call (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
As She's Leaving Don’t you love her as she’s leaving, her memory still in place The times she lied, the times you cried, vacant and displaced Don’t you love her as she’s leaving, the pain her mission bell Tolling far into the distance beyond heaven—beyond hell ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Portentia Pieces of immortality, tinctures of rhyme Living inside the moment —wholly sublime (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Lost Moments Wasting time, life’s greatest pleasure Wasting time, life’s greatest pain Wasting time, beyond all measure Wasting time —bittersweet refrain (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Two Times Sometimes, you have to leave to come back Sometimes, the line needs to go slack Sometimes, the loss is more to be gained Sometimes, the past—twice rearranged (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Enchante Magic passes through you, though never yours to own Taking you beyond yourself —gifted spell unknown (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Wisdom's Tree Fruitions seed is larger still, get out your watering can Fifty past one hundred years, to shade what light began Wisdom’s tree the hardest wood, millennium to rise Truth ingrained, its bark unstained —transcendence once denied (Villanova Pe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Against The Wind Embracing indecision, abandonment confronts you My branches sharp and pointed, my roots all buried deep I pity your reluctance, as the forest casts you lonely A single tree in meadows vast —alone against the wind (Villanova Pennsylvania: Febru... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
In Remembrance If you say a man’s name, he’s forever alive Come hell or highwater, the reasons abide Losing someone’s greatness, losing part of our own Entombed in remembrance —shared forever alone (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Railway To Hell Everyone else has gotten off, how long am I to stay? The train unstationed, tender gone, its engine writhed in pain Did I miss my stop on the journey down? “an express” the porter screamed All light afire, ticket burnt —satanic nightmare dreame... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Borrowing Time The air I breathe, the blood that flows The light that shines, the voice that knows The question asked, the answer stoned Tomorrow sold —today on loan (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Dead Reckoning The devil in the details —hell the final sum (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Rising Above Poetry has no gender, it seeks a higher line Never selling out so cheaply —as the masses would define (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Strong Winds Cowardice often hides behind intelligence “Until the strong winds of conviction —blow it away.” (Quote From My New Novel: Sold Out, February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Dreamsleep If wishes were dreams —eternity could sleep (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
First Or Last The present in the future, the future in the past Each moment with a choice to make —starting first or last (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Calling Me Near With time, the beginning gets close to the end With time, I no longer need to pretend With time, the feelings stand on their own With time, the reasons are best left alone With time, the music alone mine to play With time, the words free to g... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
My Own Betrayal My voice is explicit… “You will never know me” But each word is my Judas —exposed and defined (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Tenets Of Honor Verbal contracts… commerce of indemnity Trading intention —marketplace sublime (Dreamsleep: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Engulfed All pretenders drowning slow, lungs to fill with every breath Casted off amongst the waves, nothing spoken to redress Treading water, spewing lies, legs to flail in wasted states Choking from each word unsaid —trailing death within my wake (St... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
The Devil Laughs An arrow from the darkness… rejection finds its mark The sharpened edge of jealousy, its point straight through the heart The bow retracts in shamefulness, its string left slack and loose One shot was made, a cursed fate —the devil laughs anew ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
The Greatest Harp My pen is like a blues riff, not always on the note I bend within the moment, new feelings reach for hope A eulogy remastered, the fire that he fed The Mojo dancing with the Muse, Marine Band his to wed My words to stretch and vibrate, a blind... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
The Long Walk Between his tent and his horse —a man divines his legacy (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Aρθρίτιδα In its grip, each bone to chafe and grind All joints, regifted vestibules of pain Motion stalls, as swelling wraps each limb Sleep the angry victim —time’s revenge (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
What Tomorrow Brings In Spring I searched through rosy playgrounds fair, and kept the meadows secret within my heart To wed the summer’s final wish to fall surprise —buried in the leaves of what tomorrow brings (Good Shepherd Chapel: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
The First Cut The Deepest Finally hearing your own voice… don’t ever, ever, ever —edit it away (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Tick, Tick, Tick Knowing the answer, excuses imbue The right thing for others, never following through A feigned double standard, the past in pursuit Reckoning scheduled —payment en route (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Harlem To Cannes Those living in Harlem want to move to Midtown The people in Midtown, to the Upper West Side The Upper West Side, to the Long Island Shore The Long Island Shore, to Aspen or Vail Aspen or Vail, to the Champs Elysees The Champs Elysees, to th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Darkness To Light It wells up inside me, but words will not come I reach for them desperate, the mood zero sum My insides are shaking, all peace is recalled The rumblings foreboding, complacency falls My mind is locked down, my speech has gone mute Like a gr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Neither A Borrower Nor... Collaborative Poetry… give me a break Words borrowed or lent, the Muse to abate What’s not in your memory, what’s not in your soul Can never be bartered, rented —or sold (Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Words On The Run Poetic intention, hiding in Prose Misplaced and misspoken, as every Bard knows A narrative run on, words littered about Neither beauty nor truth —masked in self doubt (Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Vitam Et Mortem We are what we do; we are what we say As day becomes night, and night becomes day We are twice begotten; we are twice betrayed Forgiveness in hiding —redemption misplayed (West Philadelphia: February, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Spoken Free Flying off the written page, words leave their script behind An inked stained palette of regret, dark figures to remind Voices soaring up and up, released in open air Imprisoned verses spoken free —eternity to share (Villanova Pennsylvania: Ja... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Dream Weaver Forty years shopworn yet still taut, the past a seamstress rare Her words reknitted, stitched and purled —to dress a future bare (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Vainglory The curse of public opinion, feigned history of the truth Generations of self interest, freedom—time abused (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Verbatim I’m a Poet —I need no justification (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Tasting The Past The rusting of years, the flavor of time Calling you back —patina unrhymed (Ronald McDonald House: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Fast & Loose Rumors, the carpet of deception The threshold of hearsay —lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Sentenced Glory Writing… not the beginning of verse, but the end Grabbing life by the throat, the birth of a thought —whose story begins Captive together, they walk word by word toward the jury Scars and accolades, joy and strife —in sentenced glory (Ronald ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Antigone Expressions of grief, the eyes of a child An ending in sight —all nature reviled (McCarran Airport: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Last Page Life’s an anthology… death written once The chapter elusive —last page on the run (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Unadulteration The purity of surprise —new moments set free (McCarran Airport: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Fading Into Memory This morning, my body stopped in to say goodbye Thanking me for the joy Forgiving me for the pain Fading into memory —one last time (Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Point Counterpoint No mountain more imposing than an idea No gun more deadly than intent No cruelty more powerful than love No lie more convincing —than the truth (Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Time Running Out Killer of hope, seasons of denial Perdition in the wind —damnation on file (Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
The Last Fancy Dancer Tis a witch out of season, on the seventh day And you hear reasons chanting, while running away from you from you In her brew stirs an answer, where memories lay And the last fancy dancer burns, looking to play with you with you Your destiny... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Future Bought A PhD in emotion and feel, licentiate of what lives within Professor of imagery, doctor of will, a Saint with a penchant for sin Explorer of evil with devils to hunt, the fire burns liquid and hot Degrees of atonement, diplomas unread —graduate... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Death's Tribute With memory escaping, you stare down the hall From that place where you hang, last nail in the wall You once were a sovereign, you used to be real What death left in tribute —your portrait conceals (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Leaving Again We’re born, as we start dying We change, while remaining the same We search, neglecting to find We return —while leaving again (Ronald McDonald House-Phila: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Timeless Things Locking up a feeling, its key now mine to own Flashing back a memory, its reborn image shown Wooing that one lover, whose vow unbroken lasts Time the evil mistress —these timeless things contrast (Newtown Square Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
The Emperor's Mask It’s easy to hide behind words, with the truth left abandoned and stark It’s easy to hide behind words, with your feelings sharp pointed and dark It’s easy to hide behind words, when the emperor buys you new clothes It’s easy to hide behind wor... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Father Once you had arms that held me so tight Once you had legs that stood up for right Once you had eyes that could see in the dark Once your strong hands plotted courses to chart Once we would walk and the birds would proclaim Once we would sing ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Dylan's Gone Dying alone on foreign ground, death grips his blessed hand Never choosing time or place, uncharted —the Angels plan An oak to fall on alien soil, all seeds to heaven thrown His words cast free to light the dark, that ‘Good Night’ —now his own... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Welsh Leftovers I swallowed hard the feelings scorned, to finish off my plate But filled I was in sated form a glutton postulate I bit off more than I could chew, with meat still on the bone My stomach full of fiery barbs —leftovers unatoned (Villanova Univer... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Dogma Incarnate Religion in practice… arms length from God Close enough to see, never to touch Single lens focus, vision for sale Dogma as deity —conscription at birth (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Hidden Embers To hide yourself in public, and turn your back on fame Choosing thence to be alone —the fire without the flame (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
Uneasy Lies The Head Eternally poetic, terminally bound Musing uncourted —death for a crown (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 11 months ago |
The Numbers Fail In Newtonian Mechanics, the future is the past What lags behind, what sits ahead, the Jester only laughs A one for one relation, its truth in bas-relief The numbers hail, the numbers fail —empirical deceit (Villanova University: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Grains Of Sand A gold mine under a closed saloon, empty bottle on the bar While we wait and while we hope, old memories travel far Its sidewalks float with the summer rain, nuggets rising through the sand What was once will be again —each grain of time at ha... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Albert's Folly Particles in the void, memories in the stream Lovers in the mist —time caught inbetween (Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
The Pigeon's Hole Science lays the trap, enlightenment the bait Tempting with its lies —eternity a date (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Breaking Through An unbridled affection for writing, an unfettered attempt at the truth An unbending rebut of excuses —a Sage lost in the promise of youth (Dreamsleep: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Alone I pointed my nose into the wind, my eyes along the skyline Waiting for a signal, the past to throw a bone I placed my ear unto the ground, listening for redemption Tasting all the empty years, bereft of touch—alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: Apr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
My Heart Revived Reconnecting with the melody, my life fell into place Those pieces that were missing, back home—a saving grace That spot inside most empty, the one I tried to hide Music filled above the rim, with joy—my heart revived (Villanova Pennsylvania: ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Politice Rectam Married to correctness, divorced from the ideal The truth becomes enigma, veracity to steal Facts bury in self interest, the cheaters run and hide All trysts a fated exercise —philandering with lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Excommunicado Death to ethical morality… —the secularization of the truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Trapped Within Myself With words to seal my coffin shut, I said my last goodbye To journey down and re-reflect, on what I said, and why It’s quiet in my earthen grave, no light to mark the time My flesh to rot with bones exposed —finality unrhymed (Villanova Univer... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
My Destiny Within I bent my will into the wind, a final last rebuttal And felt it rage against my soul, in anger that was total I pressed again, and then again, and waited for an answer It blew back hard, and harder still, its force a rabid dancer One last time... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
A Marker Abandoned A final remembrance, stuck in the ground an unspoken milepost, lost to be found Standing defiant, with time as the judge a marker abandoned —memory begrudged (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Beyond The Grave It’s all about being remembered, a legacy deeper than blood What death tries to steal, your words to reveal, reborn —on the wings of a dove (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Old Souls Old souls know about money, and run from it more than the rest They’ve witnessed the toll it exacts, they’ve witnessed the joy it rejects An old soul lives on a shoestring, tied to something that money can’t buy An old soul is not bought so che... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Freebird A Poets gathering… party of one The darkness invited —words zero sum (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
The Summit When you’ve been to the top of the mountain —you can relive the view from afar (Bear Tooth Pass: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
The Flow Silence… the channel to my stream Thoughts… the stream to my creek Words… the creek to my river Music… the river to my becoming (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
Beyond Today You’ll never get to paradise, by riding on a mule You’ll never lose the Jester, by acting like a fool You’ll never shed the darkness, by hiding from the light You’ll never see beyond today —entrapped in mirrored sight (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 12 months ago |
As Twilight Calls Before dying alone, our choices define us To love and be loved —to care and believe (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Last Setting Sun He defeated his family… this battle was won The war still in doubt, a General shunned The casualties lingered, fatalities mount Old reasons to fester, in spite of the count His Grandmother’s death, the last coup de gras The love of his life,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Hourglass I wish that I had cared enough, to mention once or twice That what I wanted now has changed, old virtues turned to vice The past left misbegotten, and future long disclaimed The present what I’m running from —its hourglass in flames (Villanova... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Blue Dawn If consciousness is emergent, where is it emerging from The dualists say… the naturalists say… but answers just won’t come As the blue hour seeds the dawn, before the new arriving sun One question hard, the self must ask —how consciousness beco... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Way Out The journey kindled, hopes ablaze, a future now unseen Moments of ecstacy, moments of grief, lost ashes inbetween Cowling on fire, time a slow burn, the stationmaster cries… “The tracks have melted, locomotive’s in flames —your ticket singed an... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Trap Door The only way to escape the jungle —is in self delusion (University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sighting In It’s hard to ask the right questions, their answers easier made The hammer cocked, the truth in sight —through crosshairs query bade (Radnor Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Behind The Veil Much of the time we’re faking it, the airs we put on most false Impressions made and set in jade, green onions the main course Our friends change out with stature, as silver turns to gold An alchemist’s dream, the grandest scheme —our hearts on... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Twin Peaks My right brain writes the Poetry, my left brain writes the Prose Separate but together —each voice the other knows (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Verbal Homicide Poetry in judgment, condemner of expression Poetry in judgment —killer of truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Falling Short He should have loved his children more than himself He should have shared his dreams with somebody else He should have left a trail that a blind man could find He should have been more than just —one of a kind (Villanova Pennsylvania: January... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Rebirth The older I get, the younger I become Each word a rebirth —my dreams to outrun (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever Lost I tried and tried to tell you, but I was lost in mixed emotion I tried to not offend your spirit, as I wandered looking for a home I tried to make you understand, the hard edges would soon come off But in the morning your fear returned —our lov... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Buffalo Jump Cars line the highways with their broken life inhabitants, coffined tributes to a last wish that got away, android druids in mock procession —racing toward the end (University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Till Dawn Is a promise left unspoken, the breath that holds the key Unlocking what the twilight brings —till dawn can set us free (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In The Pudding The best of Poets don’t explain, their truth the readers judge The best of Poets to remain, what time will hate —or love (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Nets Are Down Without rhyme, the words fade into the mist Without rhyme, the verse so begotten Without rhyme, all passages blow with the wind Without rhyme —so quickly forgotten (Villanova University: January, 2020) “Without rhyme, it’s like playing tennis ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Elephant's Ears They say to forgive and forget… in spite of the damage they’ve done A blessing sublime, someone better than I, could do both—I though neither one (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Golden Egg The world is an oven we live in With each scorching, its temperature grows Unable to stop, hands fall off the clock Left roasting —goose cooking below (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Math Murder Is science the killer of intuition Can feelings so easily be dispelled The numbers unchained, math murder proclaimed Our souls and our spirits —to quell (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Intellectual AIDS Academic Immune Deficiency, the intellect under attack Those powered to know, ivory towers enthroned, dialectic—its meaning hijacked (Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Double-Edge Humanities coin two sided, on the front eternal life On the back annihilation —on its edge we balance fright (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Delilah's Cry How many Poems must I write, to set my spirit free How many sunsets must I watch, to win my souls reprieve How many women must I love, to make Delilah cry How many visions must I chase —to catch the last goodbye (Villanova University: January,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Future-Past Writing not for current ears, writing for a thousand years Writing not for time undone, writing for the zero-sum Writing not for love or hate, writing not to legislate Writing neither first nor last, writing for the future-past (Villanova Penn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Devil Muse The tyranny of inspiration —a whip cracking within (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Inherent Devotion The jet fuel of perception is fear The reasoning behind logic is doubt The heartbeat of affection is love Their connection inherent —marriage devout (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Baby Born (short version) Science wants to father —what nature mothers best (long version) Atoms in the void, voices in the wind Long to be connected, where do we begin Science wants to father, what nature mothers best A baby born beyond their reach ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Music Began Not in comparison to anyone else (and) Not as a reference to anything else (neither) Judging nor judged, the music began (being) Uniquely created —the essence of man (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Baby's Laugh She brought flowers to the garden, water to the pond Fresh stripes to line the zebra’s back, and melody to song A background to the rising sun, brush strokes to the paint New breath to hold the baby’s laugh —and love to cure the hate (St. David’... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Therefore I Am If all ancient philosophy is a footnote to Plato Then all modern thought —is a tribute to Descartes (Villanova University: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Foretelling You have two choices in war… Turn into a psychopath, or suffer PTSD Becoming the former, may insure your survival Suffering the latter —and your world self destructs (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Foretelling Is being open to fate, a choice Accepting tomorrow, in lieu of today A foretelling that still can be acted upon A remembrance —the choosing at bay (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Higher Bred Language builds a place to stand, inside our own cognition Each word confirms what thought instills, in psychic recognition Are you the true informant, about what’s inside your head 1st person self awareness frees —a nature higher bred (Villan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Outside The Moment Consciousness can’t exist until you ponder… ‘what comes next’ Thinking outside the moment —frees the verb inside the text (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fusion Is consciousness a sponge, that ever expands Is consciousness a vacuum, where potential commands Is consciousness a gateway, to something beyond Our mind and our spirit —a fusion lifelong (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Will To Measure Degrees of freedom… a chance for control The will to measure —what choices extoll (Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heaven's Call Can you talk of your experience, or is language a gift recalled Without a tribute, silence reigns —you mute to Heaven’s call (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Married To The Voice I’m wed to my Poetry, betrothed to the fire Each word an incendiary, burned to inspire My voice the rekindling, fueling the scream The ashes my trousseau —a smoldering dream (Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Key Is language the key to consciousness, unlocking what we see and feel Do words and thoughts when so defined —make something other real (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Race I’ve finally arrived at the point in the race, where I reach for the baton All up till now the moment served —new life embarked upon (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Strangers Cry Out Often, I have to challenge the words, after they’re written Often, I struggle to understand, what the Muse is trying to say Often, I have to cede the ground, that buttresses my thinking Often, the voices calling out —are strangers to my ear ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Flames Like a moth to the flame we journey, forever wondering why Never knowing what but only where —our destiny on fire (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unquestioned Can imagination be taught, or intuition defined Can wishes be repackaged as hope Can children rekindle a dream never fired Can the past and future reverse Can what is and what isn’t, forever be Can a savior fall victim to faith Can tomorrow ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sensory Imprint Do our actions create the reality we see Do our eyes and our will fashion what we believe Is the dimension we look at, the one we take in Do our choices control —what our senses begin (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Uncertainty Sketching with words, the ink starts to run My page self-invaded —its image undone (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Laying The Track Are consciousness and memory linked, if so to what degree Do thoughts control what knowledge seeks, does reflection hold the key Remembering back through sense of self, trying to define If what is past now lays the track —that underwrites our m... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Lion Chases Is consciousness emergent, or de facto zero sum Is what we know about ourselves, a walk or more a run A lion knows to chase a deer, but not the reason why The truth inherent in abstraction, lost upon the fly As man continues onward, his psyche... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Truth Turning Black To pierce through the surface, none sharper than words A vowel like a razor, to shave undeterred Each letter a saber, that strikes to the heart All phrases an arrow, your will to impart Once spoken, each edge is eternally honed To cut through... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heaven Wrote I did not create the Poetry… the Poetry created me Each word I wrote from heaven sent —on wings to set me free (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Gateway To Eternity Don’t give away the best part of yourself to structure Don’t organize yourself into spiritual oblivion Keep the magic of the instant close at hand And the gateway to eternity —will remain open and pure (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Fate Worse Boring… that thing most fatal to become (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Divided We Fall Without shared values, what can we do Without shared values, who can we be The proof’s in the pudding, the cream has gone sour Our greatness now curdled —our future most dour (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Harder Problem The left hemisphere believes in God, the right hemisphere does not That physical split within the brain, what we are and what we’re not Temptation and judgment at war with themselves, all battles inner fought Confusion to reign, contradiction i... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Core Consciousness… foundation of the universe Awareness set in motion —building block of time (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Last Feather The arrow of time, fired over and over Piercing our consciousness, impaling our fear Our bow staying drawn, till the quiver is empty Last feather to soar —on eternity strung (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Yes Plus No Refrain Living between the spaces, of what never came to pass The light rays self-divided, the present from the past Living within the moment, no time to lose or gain The choices made inversely —in yes plus no refrain (Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Last Wish When I think back on all the times that were —and weren’t My mind rewrites the answers to the questions —never asked To set the time that’s left on fire —in joyful hope To rhyme the final ending line —with one last wish (Bryn Mawr College: Jan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Caught Deeply Within All discovery… but one grand paradox All reflection —caught deeply there within (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Spoken Treasure A history buried, uncovered gold Each memory mined —and then retold (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Inside A Bottle Stranded on the island of your professed beliefs Anchored in the promise of a new tomorrow Each wave a stark reminder of the choices that you made Your faith inside a bottle —the tide unclear (Haverford College: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Be Or Not To Be If Panpsychism were true —what could ever be false (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Free To Roam The mind and body dualist, his prison for a throne Confusion reigns where consciousness walks, where can it find a home The soul the prize that matters, the spirit up for grabs Proximity defining its own lie, positioning unclad But somewhere i... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Letting Go With every new belief, you have to let something go Each thought self-entitled —to reap what it sows (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Too Much - Too Little Understanding too much, feeling too little Our being unbalanced —and spirit restrained (Wayne Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Perchance To... We make the beds we lie in —to sleep or not (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Shouting Farewell Tripping over my shadow, guilt darkened the night The devil bespoken, fear burning bright Stepping into the darkness, one chance to look back Light shouting farewell —as panic attacked (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
For The Determinists Self-preservation… our most basic law Suicide proving —that free will exists (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lost Memories Define Traveling the world in my mind, ghosts linger behind Traveling the world in my mind, each flashback a sign Traveling the world in my mind, space harder to find Traveling the world in my mind —memories define (Presbyterian Hospital: January, 2... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Vanishing In The Mist The visionary Poet, blind to the word Framing the consciousness of a thousand lost days Riding the emotion of a memory set free Escaping the entrapment of description’s pretense Vanishing in the mist —like a rewoken dream (University Of Pennsylva... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Payback The currency of time —is blood (Dreamsleep: January, 2020) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Deep Emptiness In the information age, we know too much about each other Too much good and too much bad, that sets our minds to wander No longer touching what we once loved, no longer finding what we once held in our arms No longer listening to the sweet voice o... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Doors Lock Stripped of his future, outrunning his past The doors locked within him —first to the last (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fore And After Married to only what’s on the page, each word I wedded The cheers and accolades silenced, my vow applauded Spoken or read each line was reborn, within the covers That blanket the fore and after of time —betrothed to forever (Villanova Pennsylv... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Ken Kesey & Neal Cassady If lost in yourself, there’s no need to be found As the self-disenfranchised, circle around They question and lecture, and spew out their grief To lure you within, their false broken beliefs “You really don’t get it, man,” they sing from their... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Riper Day Like wine, Poets age with every year Tattered labels stained, vintners unclear Bordeaux, Merlot, or Cabernet, words mellow in the dark Where time ferments a riper day —its richness to impart (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Absence Of Malice Nothing, is of great value —when it replaces something bad (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Bows When the ages rock, all divergence reverts to type And time bows to the inner voice —of eternity (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Each Look Back The persistence of memory —the dilution of time (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hidden Fantasia Objective, Subjective, which side of the coin Will the story end up on, its truth to purloin “Dimensional borders” the physicists scream As life’s hidden fantasia —plays out in a dream (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Here But Gone The present once noted, is really the past A thirtieth of a second, perception if fast Most people are slower, the flash that accepts What our psyche affirms —now gone and reset (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Baptism Of Denial No power can break a man’s grip on his own throat Or offer redemption with belief unproclaimed (Dreamsleeep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Above The Tree Line Mountains make poor receptacles for dreams Oceans are better at that The elevation reminding of all that’s forbidden Primordial—the higher you climb (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Emotional Bondage Most days writing filler, the Muse to appease The words poorly chosen, no ace up my sleeve Each phrase a fulfillment, old promises made With feelings in Limbo —my pen to enslave (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Spirit's Transform Theoretically, we die from the moment conceived Functionally, we die when beset with disease That space in between… the land of our dreams Where spirit’s transform —our souls to release (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Body And Soul My life is a Poem, not one chosen line And travels within me, each mountain I climb It dwells symbiotic, between body and soul To hearten each moment —keeping me whole (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lifeline Religion levels the playing field, money replaced by hope For those destitute with hills to climb salvation—heaven’s rope (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Winter's Night How many sunrises will I see, how many poems will I write How many Spring’s to then deceive —until Autumn surrenders to Winter’s night (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Spitting In The Wind Death is not a failing —only its denial (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Guardians Of Tomorrow All history must we study, but not enslave ourselves As we forge on in tribute —intrepid to foretell (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Looking Back — Moving On Are you lost inside nostalgia, blinded by its call Self convinced the past is king, old romance to enthrall The facts proclaim much different, in science and the arts Awareness of what we’ve become, the most illusive part What you bought for f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In The Distance A man can walk farther than a horse can run Fate not in the speed —but in the distance zero sum (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time's Harvest In the land of my once fallow youth, old phrases bury deep Where seeds of time regrow the rhyme —their crop my soul to keep (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Uncertainties Throne The power of induction, truth insecure Foundations and principles, whispered demure We take that next leap from uncertainties throne To leverage our doubts —from what’s presently known (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sight Incensed The color of trouble —the smell of goodbye (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Crashing The Gate We searched through the desert for a welcoming sign But the truth was a grave marker —our fate so inclined (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Masks On Display Can talking about things, ever make them real To describe and define, what we then try to feel A mirage of old theories, their masks on display Do ideas have substance —beyond what we say (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Last Laugh Outside the backdrop of the given world, the emptiness fled And deep in the recesses of what’s never to be, contradiction fed Far beyond meaning and stated intent, all reasons turned to dust With nothing to prove and less to embrace —the laugh ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Until Gone Old memory written, new words to a song Forgotten, remembered —sung once and then gone (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Washed & Scrubbed Intellectual hygiene… the Poet declines That dull antiseptic, that deadens your mind Once washed and then scrubbed, the truth a charade Academic consensus —the Muse in her grave (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Couplets Of Rhyme An agreed upon history… fables abound To share in the memories, what’s lost and then found Our story rechristened, linked moments in time New legacy written —in couplets of rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Yesterday's Past Hiding behind his writing, he went from day to day Whispering memories from yesterday’s past, the truth in disarray Buried in moments now borrowed, the clock running shorter than long All words out on pawn, tomorrow in hock —his message forgott... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Sage Seeing truth… in the blindness of others (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Patchwork Of Tailors A stitching of parables, a weaving of psalms Whether ancient or modern, the truth plaited long The story we tell, with one pattern beset A patchwork of tailors —whose needles profess (Villanova Pennsylvania, December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Moments Unfold Hear what your eyes cannot see, smell what your hands cannot touch Taste what each moment unfolds —love in the simplest of things (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Precious & Dear Money’s most important purchase —time (Dreamsleep: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To My Face Punch me in the mouth… don’t stab me in the back The truth in play most clearly —when honestly attacked (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beyond The Border The borders of space —where limits go to die (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Too Bright To Dim It’s not about Poetics, but the meaning it involves The meter, rhyme, and format, just tools to then resolve Great thoughts need little structure, their light too bright to dim By any academic mode —that chokes the voice within (Villanova Penn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Epiphany Relayed Caught up in the great “I don’t know,” my mind refused to learn Moving into the “Maybe so,” my thoughts began to turn Morphing through each “To and fro,” the options marked my days Spreading what was “Mine to sow” —epiphany relayed (Villanova ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
More If space is not eternal, what happens when space ends Can we define what emptiness is, its borders to portend Is there a hidden permutation, for what dimension has in store With the end of all beginning —infused with something more (Villanova ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A New Hand Is mathematics a pre-school for searchers, quantum physics grades two through four Is what we now hold as absolute truth, just a stairway to something much more Are the numbers and letters so basic, like the oils in Leonardo’s paint Is time its... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Unsung... Every battle has its heroes, most will go unnamed True glory in their willingness, to shun all praise and fame With minds and spirits unified, their hearts steadfast and pure All destiny within the fight —they ask for nothing more (Villanova P... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Last Beginning The spirit travels where facts can’t go Past the borders of what’s to know Equated speech, its truth unrhymed Dogmatic, to amend in time But freedom calls, its voice impends One last beginning —that seeks no end (Villanova Pennsylvania: Dece... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Eyes To Close I love the isolation, God help me but I do Being alone inside my words, neither old nor new The rumbling of the moment, the sound of distant drums My eyes to close upon myself —time now zero sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
End Of All Ends The bloody footsteps of man, EXTINCTION A different kind of death (Dreamsleep: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Spoken Left Consciousness is split in two, the left side has a voice The right side listens mute aware, the left side has a choice Two conscious beings inside one brain, split left and right distinct As knowledge shared is spoken left —each time you stop a... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hope Afire Faith is stronger than its outcome, an end unto itself Where souls enmire in hope afire —to light the dream indwelt (The Book Of Prayers: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hollow Drums Disco burnout, fever rampant erosion Empty glances, mirrored hollow drums Bleeding, starving, passive alertness Madeup, putdown —treadmill run (Woodlands Hotel: Wilkes Barre- January, 1980) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
All Verses Called Back Will your writing change when death comes to call, knowing it’s time for goodbye Will each word become richer, each memory dear, in the limited by and by As finality beckons, will conviction resolve, each day meaning more than the last Your fa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Joker's Curse Does life resemble a deck of cards, shuffled back and forth On brighter days with Ace’s high, dark days the Joker’s curse And what about that Wild Card, that one you can’t be sure If it will serve to win the day —or fold your hand once more (V... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Left Unsung Do you see yourself inside your dream, or chasing close behind Is your love unquestioned, given free, or bartered, contract signed Are your lyrics empty without applause, audience on the run Will the future ransom a past still lost —the moment ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Call From Within Each mind is a filter… the wheat from the chaff Each vision dissected, to cry or to laugh Each chance in the moment, to live or to hide Each reason a marker, to vow or belie Each leaf that has fallen, the price that we’ve paid Each morning re... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lost In Refrain Do you have enough stories, have you told enough tales Is your life overflowing, with a need to regale Have the roses you’ve smelled, lined your heart or your mind Is the path that you’ve chosen, ahead or behind Is your life worth a novel, or ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Many As One Many faiths, one hope Many questions, one plea Many voices, one vow Many wishes —one dream (Dreamsleep: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Nexus Enlightenment… where humanity and intelligence cross (Dreamsleep: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Angry Lion A jungle of circumstance… preying on the silence Each verse a whip to crack the dark —and tame the angry lion (Dreamsleep: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Voices Of Hope Fans screamed, the future cried Freezing the moment, truth underlies Freedom on fire, music bespoke Silence irreverent —voices of hope (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
On Borrowed Time Ability to free, impossible to seize The moment but on loan past-future to deceive (Dreamsleep: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Haven Safe I write for the aberrate visitor, that stumbles upon my words A buried shaft for them to mine, a voice that can be heard Each poem baptized as a child, redemptions holy source To comfort those in pain and loss, escape from their remorse A sec... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Never To Yield The miles I’ve walked, the verses I’ve rhymed The demons I’ve fought, the mountains I’ve climbed Each word as a sword, its meaning a shield To ward off the darkness —and never to yield (Dreamsleep: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Chime Above Contradiction… a mortal trap Looking forward, while looking back Direction frozen, a timeless clock To chime above —life’s paradox (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Know, Therefore Self awareness, freedom’s chain Mirrored judgment, harbored pain Descarte’s premise, inside out To know oneself —eternal doubt (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Eternal Embrace Rushing into the arms of time… embracing eternity Making love to the moment —its destiny mine (Dreamsleep: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sight Unseen It’s 2:00 a.m. in the darkness, and I’m lost in who I am The night little comfort against a dawn, that waits for me again It’s 2:00 a.m. in reflection, the past chasing a future dream All memory conjoined, controverted, the morning—sight unseen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Glory Unsung Victory is a song unwritten, whose words beget the score With truth in play, all time relayed, past battles, future wars Yesterday winless, tomorrow tied, the moment zero sum The hour prescient, each second dear —glory still unsung (Villanova ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heaven Proclaimed Be in awe of yourself, ever struck with delight Gift wrapping your thoughts, in the goodness of life Treasure the memories, letting go of the pain Releasing the wonder —as Heaven proclaimed (High Point North Carolina: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Will... My eyes unleash upon the world before me, where Heaven wrests all darkness from its reign These sights my fortune gladly spent on freedom, to rise and fall as sun and moon both share The seasons press their head and tail foreclosure, to trail th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Devil Mute Virtue when expressive, deafens bad intention Its voice to live beyond, excuses and retort A minstrel plays a song unsung, as sages rise to dance All words rephrased in lyric tones —the devil mute and gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Calling A gentle fawn weeps where God has taken a step The forest his cathedral —pathway to rebirth (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Borrow Answering with phrases loaned… a paradox recalled The choices, nouns and pronouns, all verbs to rise or fall Old questions freed, all doubt besieged, defined and then dethroned The power in each chosen word, to borrow—not to own (Villanova Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beck & Call Is your greatness unendorsed by godly symbols old and new Is your strength contained and held within, as broth begets the stew Is your message clear with no defense, either martial or sublime With freedom at your beck and call —all stricture ca... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Remember... The heartache gone, but still remembered Its pain —the shadow of my soul (Dreamsleep: October 10/25/2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Captive Domain Can knowledge surpass a belief you hold true Diametrically prescient when thrust unto you Is faith but the jailer of transcendence restrained With truth serving time —in a captive domain (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Regret Do you justify your own beliefs, to force upon your will Or skip instead the whole charade, with truth left to distill Do you wander aimless in the night, in search of what you’ve lost As darkened hallways call you back —regret the only cost (... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Last Charade Woefully, the footlights dim, the magic fades—the chorus grim A curtain falls as memory fades, the ending near—one last charade (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Empty Spaces Running from themselves, the shadows broke away Light newly orphaned with no endorsement Tracks of remembrance, forgotten and bare Space filled with emptiness —connection denied (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
When Springtime Calls The Autumn Wind leaves summer in denial Winter’s invitation sent, but yet unstamped Memories through the trees, fall distant, left untitled That fate will name —when springtime calls again (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Don't Look Down Respect for time, Disdain for time, The double edge —the narrow ledge (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unsigned A fresh diagnosis, waiting to die Time now unmortgaged, foreclosure in sight The documents present, endorsement unsigned Appraisal—reprisal, the path freshly limed (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Inherence Genius… beyond definition —truth redefined (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Chase Dreaming in the shadows, by the light of the moon My feelings chasing words —that can speak for us all (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Freddie Mercurial freedom Beyond sexuality Love trumping weakness —truth beyond lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Rock Legends There’s a certain type of age that can’t get old Death caught within the road signs of its bartered weakness Where voices cry a fevered wish to all who listen And legends write their epitaphs —on hearts afire (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Another Chance I like hitchhiking because it’s clean… Its ending not restrained by false beginnings The future more indentured than the past With freedom wrapped inside this very moment Each car another chance —to say goodbye (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beyond Blame Ironic… what we forgive in our heroes Their faults, tragic badges of fame Our glasses, colored rose without brambles Their legend —sealed in myth beyond blame (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Before The Storm The wildness of nobility, the fire before the storm The question with many answers —the substance within the form (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unholy End Religion is a license —whose fee is death (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lost Swans Apollo en garde, my prose to re-verse Where Swans freely sing —the Raven in search (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unfamiliar Ground Does loneliness strike when entering a new space, that we choose, or is chosen for us Is the isolation a door to where we must go, a new portal, our spirits in flux Is being alone the price that we pay, breaking through, old walls to come down ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Devil's Betrothal Without hope, condemned to desire Without dreams —all courtship is death (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Conflicted Intellectual emotion, emotional logic Distinct, or one and the same The mind seeks control, the spirit rebels In conflict—prescience regained (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Portrait Of The Artist As An Old Man What once held me captive, now sets me free My wanderlust blowing away The clouds and horizon, that buttressed my world Meld, as the night into day Those words never chosen, survive on their own Verses dry, all wings taking flight What used ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Too Young You’re too smart, to be so stupid Too warm, to be so cold Too bright, to be close minded Too young —to be so old (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Innocence Skipped The blonde playing hopscotch had a tattoo In a collision of eras, her ponytail flew As innocence skipped, the ink started to run A bastardized image —of time overrun (Villanova University Campus: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Front To Back To start at the front, before the beginning Just to finish arear —in back of oneself (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Darker Hues True palettes of nature, our souls are reframed by difficult things The hues growing darker —forever to color the struggle within (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
All There Is Will there come a time, not very far off When all that you have is what you believe Will there come a time, now closer than far When what you believe —is all that there is (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Inner Thunder Silence —often the loudest voice of all (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Last Choice If you live your life truly, death walks close behind There to whisper… “Time is not on your side” Your choice pending darkness, to ignore or befriend And embrace —or forever to deny (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Free & Clear I’ve lived just enough to die instilled My history paid —all debts fulfilled (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Each Moment Pointing his thumb, two feet close behind Direction untethered, new mountains to climb Hitching tomorrow, to yesterdays past To ride in the present —each moment to last (Presbyterian Hospital: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Vision On Fire The hidden Angels of my unconscious mind Their vision on fire —all wings flying blind (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Agony Of Riches The ultimate indulgence… blind acceptance All standards rescinded —all judgment forlorn (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
But A Beggar You see a wall, where I see a door You are imprisoned, I am implored You spend your fortune on relics that burn I, but a beggar —last verse heaven earned (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Emptying Hourglass There’s a voice inside that’s killing me, slowly day by day Each line I write, each word I speak —is paid with time reclaimed (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Subservience If absurdity is the only reality Time is the new servant —to what lies within (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Yesterday's Sand I buried my memory in yesterday’s sand To live in the past —beyond reprimand (Dreamsleep: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Fly Alone, without being lonely In love, with the air and the sky In tune, with those voices now calling Released —and forever to fly (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Left Fleeting Walking blind through the corridors of his imagination All vision was fleeting —the truth beyond (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Last Bell Senses untamed, spaces to reign Bodies that die, spirits to fly Length or by width, time is a myth Dimension aground, essence refound Eyes looking forward, eyes looking back Eyes looking inward, soul reattached All that was spoken, providenc... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Pittacium Labels… crutch for the unenlightened Support system for the crippled mind (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Legacy Of Fear Would you rather die than be embarrassed Rather destitute than shamed Would you rather set your heart on fire, than barter out your name Does your reputation matter, will your legacy endear Does what others think, release the pain That haunt... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Destiny Astride I rode a painful trail, because not doing so curtailed Biting hard on Areion’s bit, all else in life assailed With blinders on I forged ahead, whose route my will complied Its ledges steep, all fear below —my destiny astride (Villanova Pennsyl... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Eternity's Seed The exhaustion of passion… the beginning of wisdom” A souls inner vision —the true meaning of life (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) ‘Answering James Hilton’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Assassin Of Time Have you murdered the future by destroying the past The present to judge —sentenced at last (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Bleed Free Is there a higher art than Martial Art To live or to die —all wounds bleeding free (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Truth Flowing Free Wrestling with time, an illusion supreme Its trinity empiric, three masks to deceive Past, future, and present, our dreams undefined Outside of their stricture, new presence unrhymed Rejecting convention, short sighted and slight Imprisoning ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
If Not Truth What good is a poem, if not to incent or inspire Just flowering verbiage, growing out of the mire What comes from our verse, if not truth yet released Each word to enlighten —in beacons of speech (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
University Dogma Five thousand sermons, one point of view The message sole branded —the damned in the pews (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Polar Extremes Explosion / Implosion, caught in the din Forces once pushing, now pull from within The physicist cries, as the mockingbird calls To see past tomorrow, today in freefall A binary motion of polar extremes All consciousness split —dark hole of... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Here & There His words in transit, world travel unleashed, the world his page to run Alone in his chair, both here and then there —the distance misbecome (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Neither Friend Nor Foe There’s a haven beyond all praise and blame, where true writing can repose All time on the run, consensus lay shunned —the truth neither friend nor foe (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Moment Reborn Waiting for the world to come round to him, his words got stored away Waiting for time to admit its mistake, the needle in the hay Lying in wait for a moment reborn, distilled in silence aged The devil in fear of the truth coming out —eternity ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Nothing Left To Lose Writing to a standard, embattled in time, his words both sparse and dire All targets in sight, his focus most dear, new readers to inspire His argument made, with phrases reborn, the verdict theirs to choose All time on the run, his will to att... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Longer In Doubt Pushing his will against the status quo, all time began to move Scouring through each ominous lie, veracity behooved Giving with nothing left to give, his soul turned inside out Tomorrow dancing openly with yesterday’s dreams —today no longer i... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Limbo Fighting his very nature, conflict raging inside him again Feelings demand what thoughts can’t command —neither enemy nor friend (Dreamsleep: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Left In Song Be somebody’s hero, give more than you get Reach for something bigger, cast a wider net Be somebody’s hero, your name to live beyond The casket and the headstone —your memory left in song (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Pot & The Kettle Democrats run on problems they contrive Republicans run on problems they deny One as bad as the other, together much worse As the status quo suffers —awaiting the hearse (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lost Horizon In her clouds of mystery, souls recalled Where voices cry out —from Shangri La (Dreamsleep: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Absentia Sometimes… our greatest pleasure is the absence of pain As often… the best thing that can happen —is nothing at all (Dreamsleep Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Visceralis Veritas Can you see that it’s true, but not prove what you know A problem physicists and philosophers share Hints all around, results to confound As the questions unanswered —ensnare (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Paul & John Popular music, and popular verse Their power intrinsic, listeners search Beyond even Mozart and Longfellow’s rhyme A gift to the masses —in presents of time (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Incarceratus Letting his past determine his future Old voices in charge —all memory in pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Impaled Again A sword slices through empty space, the air bleeding as sutures trace To pierce not once but pierce again, your breath scarlet, its stain portends A breeze sharpens—all time erupts, seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt The wind incited—torn by... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hidden In Rhyme A poem, a riddle An answer to find A Sage, a gamester All truth undefined What’s hidden, most treasured Its fortune to mine Tomorrow awaiting Sequestered —in rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) Watching ‘Final Portrait’ A. Gia... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Veracity's Throne Truth before beauty,” the Sage said with a scowl “Aesthetics a vacuum, devoid of its howl “The beauty of truth is that truth stands alone “Eternity’s mirror —veracity’s throne” (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Transformed Intention is to fact, as water is to ice Its truth in transformation —the naughty and the nice (Dreamsleep: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever To Feast Regurgitant youth, digestive age All life a buffet, serving up on the page Chew before swallowing, savor each piece That first you ingested —forever to feast (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Zero-Sum Enigma Is honor sum total, or dolled out by degree Can it live through confusion, and your failings to be Are those moments of weakness, made up when you strive To become more than just living, eternal—alive (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Last Payment Remiss When should you get ready to die… When you’re old, and the signs are in letters so big? When should you get ready to die… When you’re young, with it’s messages trapped in the wind? When should you get ready to die… When it’s winter, and th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Verbal Abuse The mouthpiece of ignorance is gossip The wellspring of gossip —is lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Distant Cry Losing all faith in miracles His wishes went to live astray Where hope becomes a distant cry Lost memories —in the wind (Dreamsleep: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Big Picture Tease Bogged down in the details, truth is undone Swimming through the corn flakes, milk overruns Looking at the forest, seeing just trees Life micromanaged —big picture tease (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Soul Elektric Each Poem wrought, another day of freedom bought Each verse proclaimed, one more abandoned night renamed Each line unleashed, new light is shown, old shadows hide Each word I speak, my soul elektric —truth alive (Villanova Pennsylvania: April,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Not A Child In Sight A stitch past nine on borrowed time, memories come rushing back The Wolf is feasting in Grandma’s bed, Red Riding Hood a snack A Cow gets ready to jump again, but the moon drops from the sky Humpty Dumpty a mess on the floor, Tweedle-dum start... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Is Near The leaves are falling, birds in song Memory lingers, tomorrow gone A promise spoken, solemn vow The present honored, faith avowed Years enlighten, age sets in Youth remembered, deep within Gates now beckon, pearl’s endear Hearts unburdened... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
New Morning The gray dawn baptized, lost child of the night Salvation ransomed —new morning’s delight (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Only Shame Man’s inhumanity to man, knows no country, religion, or race Man’s inhumanity to man, the only shame time cannot erase Man’s inhumanity to man, as constant as the spring driven rain Man’s inhumanity to man —rising over and over again (Villanov... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Dilettante To no one in particular, but everyone out loud What you portend as Poetry, should never make you proud The words are so revealing, of what’s not inside your head Your heart lies soundly sleeping, there forever in your bed The words you do diss... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Horse Every scepter, every throne, reverts again anew The god’s, their will divided, in Iliads of truth All wars of good intention, paved avenues to hell Honor shamed by Zeus renamed —that horse where judgment dwells (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Last Goodbye Who can measure the speed of fear Who can filter the strain of lies Who can weigh a lost ounce of love Who can package —a last goodbye (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Libertatem Community college intellect, Ivy League soul Questions lie subservient —feelings in control (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sacrificial Lambs Hiding their poison, colleges feign Promising sunshine, delivering rain Knowledge infected, politics vile Lambs to the slaughter —Athena defiled (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Discoursed Better to slip through than run over Better to finesse than to force Better to persuade than to dictate Discretion —all meaning discoursed (Dreamsleep: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Entrapment Classic intelligence, built on complexity Layer upon layer, a spidering web For us to get caught in, for us to be trapped Its capture most fatal —not living or dead (Dreamsleep: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Title My words —speak only for themselves (Dreamsleep: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Visceralis Writing doesn’t become immortal, until you leave the words behind Feelings left to light the way —in moments undefined (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Gray Dawn The gray dawn slaughters the promise of Spring, Winter’s desperate last goodbye Its poisonous haze mocks a sky forsaken, the sun again denied Its blanket lowers in a shroud of judgment, its verdict darkly stained To deluge its exit in torrents ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sages And Broomsticks The temperature frozen Old sticks in the mud New tracks are untrodden Lost dreams from above The raisins in darkness All pits buried deep The moon shines unfaithful Recounting of sheep The doctors watch broken Your time shorter still His prognosis... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Amendment Fighting his very nature, disagreeing with himself again Feelings demand what thoughts now command —leaving verse to make amends (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fraternal Melee Christians killing Christians, politics trumping God The Axis dared, the Allies fared —shared lineage facade (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Death Warrants Paying for their own execution, the collegians trod on Trapped inside their smart cellular phones, in groups, but still alone The administrators harken back, slave owners long outlawed And charge the most outrageous sums for ‘knowledge’ truly f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Monument Row The traveler journeys His ship has gone far The doldrums eclipsed With the light of new stars The lands seem foreign The people are strange But always they smile And call you by name You run, and you run, and you run From it all Charts lost in the... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Courting Truth Do you intimidate yourself… If you do You need to go back to work Mining the fear Destroying your ego Intrepidation courting truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heaven Made Does an animal have a sense of itself To once question why things are this way Does it think about freedom beyond our recall As it lives and then dies —heaven made (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Hydra Still holding onto yesterday, tomorrow calls my name The comfort of what time has blessed, my life within its frame Those two directions—front and back, a hydra running loose Do I embrace what’s in the past —or what is yet to choose (Villanova... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Every Moment What do you use to measure success Is it gold or a memory that shines Your wealth in a bank note or choices now free Every moment —more precious with time (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
I'm Gone All those years, you didn’t hear me All those years, you seemed so sure All those days, you laughed it off All those nights, I wanted more All those lies, that dug our gravesite All those tears, with feeling gone Now at last my closet’s em... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Those Moments Is the end something different than goodbye Can death extinguish doubt, beyond all questions why Is the melody in parts, forever sung in vain Are those moments once infusive —now breezes through the rain (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Blindfolded Dying the slow death of political infection, it hides within our words As we try to run, and try to hide, its plague a constant scourge Poisoning the water, despoiling our thoughts, all freedom it commands Directing the folly, conscripting all ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Betrothal A ring on his finger —ribbon around his heart (Dreamsleep: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Double-Edge The better Angels of our nature… the Devil only laughs Laying traps as yet unseen, in virtues aftermath Reluctant aspiration, free will a double edge That takes us high while honing doubts —of falling off the ledge (Villanova Pennsylvania: Aug... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Silent Night Where would we be without language, still naked around the fire Trading bones with a grunt or moan, very little to inspire How could we live without meaning, every question held at bay Our futures dark, discovery stark, all knowledge yea or nay... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Love's Toll The shortcut to a heart’s desire, where roads and feelings cross Destiny maps, direction on fire —love’s toll the only cost (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Muted & Gone Dying alone, a forgotten song Last lyric unsung —muted and gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beyond Perdition From the Devil’s stable, I picked the fastest stallion And rode beyond perdition —through eternity’s flames (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Path Stepping stone Nirvana, a pathway through the maze Temptation churns between the stones —each tread fruition laid (Dreamsleep: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Wisdom's Tooth A young poet is to an older man As an old poet is to a younger man When young then old, when old then young The future borrowed, the past twice sung The old man’s knowledge, the young man’s youth To bite the deepest —with wisdom’s tooth (Vil... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Nulla Universitas Behind ivy thoughts and mortared speech, my soul cannot be bought As I worship freely deep within —the truth forever caught (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Raison D Dimension, Stretching itself Reaching the unknown Feeling what can’t be felt Unnumbered Not counted or named Para-atomic Time abandoned Intention free Returning without Returning within, Dimension (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Exposed Does verse reveal the litter That left strewn, clogs up your mind Does poetry uncover What the prose tries best —to hide (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Last Line The older I get, the more dear words become The shorter the days, the deeper streams run With time closing in, I seek poems and rhymes Into the twilight —for that last magic line (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Surrounding Our Being Is consciousness God… his church the sublime As we look incorrectly, ever hoping to find His very existence, the womb that enwraps Surrounding our being —all sentience trapped (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Twin Pillars Of Fate Too good for himself, and the place he was in His lover reminded, before leaving in sin Her path was left open, her exit his gate To stay or to leave —twin pillars of fate (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Cosmos Expands You can forever buy in, without hanging on The moment anointed, to reign till it’s gone There’s a time to hold tight, and a time to let go Veracity final, in what it now shows When that comes in question, the cosmos expands New truth taking o... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Defiling The Unknown There’s no bigger threat than what’s still left to know Its backbone religion, as it sits on its throne What cannot be stated and proven as fact Evangelists kidnap and wear on their backs With prophecy wrapped in their folly misled What’s sti... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Disavowed Neither left wing nor right conservative or liberal, he goes about his day Living outside the parameters of deception, hell in heavens way While living as dead he vanquishes time, each moment present now Defying your judgment refusing to choose... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Neither Borrower Nor Lender Be The past is left in mourning, the future still unknown The present disavows them both, not borrowed—never loaned (Dreamsleep: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Imprisoned In the commercial age, money captures time Depleting awareness —a prison unto itself (Dreamsleep: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Times Shadow His final words to the mirror… “You must now set me free” All time a reflection —of what’s never to be (Dreamsleep: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Optimus Amicus Is your best friend a dog, a thesaurus is mine As yours wags its tail —mine forever sets me free (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Muted Sirens To recite it in a Poem, or sing it loud and strong Their union an espousal, one by measure, one by song Division cast adrift, muted sirens fold their wings This moment reinvented —words and melody one thing (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Renewed Wishes Blue skies glisten, the morning sun kisses A Robin announcing the day The sweetness of spring, to all lovers it brings Renewed wishes —the fresh promise of May (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Eternity Unknown Did you try to take it with you, did you really think you could Did your journey end abruptly, as you never thought it would Are those things that you acquired, much of comfort to you now Are those dreams left uninspired, parked on someone else... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Doubt Betrayed Is it in the heart Or in the eyes For all you see To then despise Is it anger first Or love at last Can you judge the future By the past Does the meaning change With every choice Your words return Another’s voice Last wish you make One vow to pray... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Our Presents Lay What determines genius… an endowment or a choice Is there destiny in all of us, waiting for a voice Is to reject your epiphany, most used as an excuse By those who pull the shades down low, the darkness theirs to choose Was Van Gogh so enlight... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Orphaned Moments Do your lies hold as hostage, every truth you never told Has your heart become a stranger, to the wishes it unfolds Is your past if then forsaken, free at last of its own self Orphaned memories never spoken —orphaned moments never felt (Villan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Love's Reality—Unreal Your lies much more exciting, than any truth you never told Stolen moments of pure delight, the future your cuckold Touch betrays what your eyes still hide, my dreams you come to steal As your body moves with time divorced, love’s reality—unrea... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Devil's Talk The threshold of lies is hearsay The jailer and killer —of truth (Devil’s Tower: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Past That Place If words were notes upon a score, would the melody play beyond… Each phrase a chord, each line a hymn, each paragraph a song If words could sing harmonic, as their letters drift away Would music take you past that place —verse forces you to s... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Rebegin As you age and days get shorter, do you reach out for the source Whether family, friends, or lover, is the pull a constant force Is the attraction of returning, going home to shed your sins The final stage in your progression —to refresh and re... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Devil's Smile A pat on the back, smoke up the rear Shake with both hands —perdition is near (Dreamsleep: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Voices Silenced Rushing waters, bleeding hearts Autumn winds, the past departs Voices silenced, the coming rain Ice forming —to freeze the pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fear Stalks The Night Making sense of it all… our grandest myth Wisdom born of age, bleeding youth’s betrayal Questions dry unvarnished, cold naked in the night Darker darks reface the cliff, all edges sharper cut Two images, clearer than before, preying in deadly ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Rise Above Closer to words than I am to people Meaning, in place of love Heart felt recital, truant revival In script —to rise above (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
His Shadow You don’t have to die to linger in hell You don’t have to go hungry to starve You don’t need the darkness to find yourself blind While the devil —his shadow endures (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time's Grip Trapped inside a wasteland, dying inch by inch Slave inside a rusted heart, feelings chained then lynched Later now than yesterday, earlier than goodbye Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn, the needle asking why But time contorts, reversing... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Treasure Heaven Sent Wrapped inside a moment, reasons tied the bow Excuses thrown into the trash, where wasted pleadings go The gift of time majestic, when given free of tense A present there beneath your tree —its treasure heaven sent (Villanova Pennsylvania: Aug... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Be A raging success or colossal failure Anything else —isn’t worth your time (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Set Free Honoring our history, respect must be shown The present uncertain, the future unknown The past our foundation, the roots to our tree The key that unlocks us —our spirits set free (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Himself Famous only to himself, his legacy waits A servant of the moment —time left to abate (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hidden Jewels One can be too many, a hundred not enough When truth battles fear —all diamonds in the rough (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
If It's Not One Thing... First it was rain and then it was snow, if it’s not one thing it’s another Once in the dark and now in the know, if it’s not one thing it’s another The journey long, the destination obscured, if it’s not one thing it’s another Redemption the pr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Renewed Squeezing out a different meaning, with each new moment passed The choices honed, all time dethroned —no instant first or last (Mackinac City Michigan: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Spring Did you not love, as flame the fire, when springtime came in view Your soul to task, no futures past —the world again anew (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Poet's Gift The most precious gift a Poet gets —true knowledge of himself (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Cowboy Never... A Cowboy never says goodbye, it’s not in his nature A Cowboy never says goodbye, the prairie his teacher A Cowboy never says goodbye, the wind his closest friend A Cowboy never says goodbye —his heart to only lend (Hays City Kansas: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Coming Back In the middle of nowhere… the center of it all Coming back to my beginning —one choice to recall (Fargo North Dakota: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Through Tears She wiped the tears from the eyes of tomorrow Her present uncovered —her vision refound (Superior Wisconsin: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Edge Of Tomorrow A Poet sits on the edge of tomorrow, waiting for today Notebook in hand, new words to command —what time has yet to say (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Wind To Know Lost in the miles, lost in the smiles, the road calls out my name Throttle in hand, a beckoning land, no two days then the same Direction unmapped, my nose to attack, what’s never been before Fate rides ahead, making my bed —the wind to know fo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beyond All Within the depths of all I fear, a voice holds me at bay And clears a path, my soul to roam, to stumble on its way The darkness lures, a light unshone, new words to keep me strong As legend steals what fact denies —beyond all right or wrong (V... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Last Message Death courting life… inextricably entwined Most star crossed of lovers their hatred of time Death courting life… new beginning at the end Last promise to make —final message to send (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
All Within Poetry is a journey… each word life’s misstep When placing them together, one voice binds and sets Its map inside a puzzle, to point beyond the wind A road that’s never ending —all travelers within (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Haunting Voice From deep in the shadows of Tin Pan Alley, the Sage called out my name With a voice that haunted and eyes concealed —she made her only claim (New York City: West 28th Street- March 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
From The Muse... Abuse yourself if you must My Son, but you are never to mistreat your words “Untainted they connect your feelings and thoughts —your true legacy still unheard” (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Writer The only way to become a writer —is to write (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever To Deceive Step out from behind your ego, see what others see An imperfect vacuum caught in time, a drum with empty beat The mirror lies habitual, to pose as your best friend A single letter does conspire, whose “I,” your will portends That monetary ward... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Living For Today Living within our given time, happiness —a present state of mind (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Guide And Delight My reality secure from the attacking winds Sheltered by experience, a fortress hard won Neither fortune nor danger can force their way in All entrance is barred, a mystery respun An Eden contained, in a legend foretold Where peace and solitud... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Two Thoughts From Before Mankind Alone Reality… humanity’s myth (Des Moines Iowa: January, 1992) Samsara The music of the soul… is truth (Des Moines Iowa: January, 1992) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heavenly Sham With every religion… to share in the blame Masking out God, in costumes of shame Seeking to own what they can’t understand A covetous folly —a heavenly sham (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Look Remains There’s a look… That look In a persons eyes, When they’ve Transcended Nationality and race, Social position And wealth In silent visits They come to pray, Their bodies No longer Controlling their spirit, But that look, That look —remains (Villan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Standing Alone Can you have without owning Can you embrace what’s on loan Can you give without taking Can your love —stand alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Tomorrows Past It’s not about your last move… it’s about your next move Forget about tomorrows past —and live your dream today (Wheeling West Virginia: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Made Of Stone Saying goodbye, never saying hello All doors locked behind me —their keys made of stone (Indianapolis Indiana: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever Waiting Unknown The West changes you… its wind blowing distant and near A promise you had always meant to keep A feeling better gifted than kept A memory forever waiting —unknown (Limon Colorado: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Zion National Park Where words end —Zion begins (Zion National Park: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Once Breathless Our love has gone from hard cover to soft The words between us typed, no longer scribed The moments counted, that once were thrown breathless in the wind Our feelings stilted —with words to just describe (Kanab Utah: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dancing In The Meadows Forests of green call beyond the darkness Where rivers flow and verdant colors rhyme Our hopes and wishes dancing in the meadows Calling us to a new —and better time (Kanab Utah: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Clear & Free Searching for, not running from My mind clear —and spirit free (Page Arizona: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Itinerantur Begging for space Borrowing a feeling Stealing a memory Beartooth Pass: July 22, 2019 | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Source Before I started asking, I was too busy living The questions still in limbo —the answers undefined (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
At Last Writing the words, owning the words Prisoners and Minstrels, sentences heard Writing the words, owning the past Chains coming off —freedom at last (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Truth Still Ends Were you at one with yourself while writing it Did the beginning have an end Did each word describe, or then inflame What light can only bend Did you gag on meaning bundled Were you trapped behind its door Were you—are you self-professed Do... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Only One Can you experience a lifetime, inside of a minute Can you say with one word, what used to take a book Can you thank those you love, with just one smile Can you see the truth in everything —with only one look (Dreamsleep: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Or Both Did you do it, Did you write about it —or both (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Headed West In the darkness last night, I heard Crazy Horse call The wind through the willows, new horse in my stall His words my direction, the hail in my storm… “Your brothers await you —the council fire warm” (Dreamsleep: July, 2019) Motorcycle From Pa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Melody So Right Stepping over the line, in pursuit of a song Could a melody so right —ever be so wrong (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Your Smile I want to know you… not about you The devil in the details —all heaven in your smile (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019) Dedicated To Nina Simone | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Seduction You strive for complexity, missing the truth Your thoughts trumping feeling —ego seduced (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Past Reclaimed I didn’t know it at the time, but my misspent youth was planned The training ground for what I’d write, then hard to understand The many schools, the teachers chides, expulsions my reward Postgraduate work for future truth, all voices untoward ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Longer Hot Is there disappointment in arrival… anticipation the crown jewel Are the accolades left hollow, uncertainty what’s new Is acceptance yours or theirs to own, all badges keyed to lock Does your soul ignite once past the flame —your words no longe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Final Window What know ye of the truth, that final window left to close Who calls thee to its breast, a suckled vision —heaven shown (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
If Never What is this one life really worth, the price of many sins What is that one last question asked —if never to forgive (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Candle Burns By facing death, we embrace life more We see the limits, each minute core Seen as a friend, all life betroths Each moment treasured, our loved ones close And when we face that final day A voice more gentle, bids us sway Into the dark, one ca... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever Beguiled The voice of a Poet, the breath of a Child The curse of the Devil —forever beguiled (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Kingdom For A Poem I imagined myself rich, I saw myself poor From the suite to the stable, my soul cried for more The sweeter the temptation, the more dour the gain A kingdom for a poem —my treasure renamed (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Life's Greatest Gift The tragedy of us is that we couldn’t overcome ourselves To become who we were meant to be —sharing the greatest gift of all (Dreamsleep: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Thresher The reality of who we were destroyed what we were —as the thresher kills the rose (Dreamsleep: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Behind The Mask That’s the way life is… greatness wrapped in a tattered box, lined with regret compliments laced with a negative refrain, hiding the truth Fear and delight masquerading as one, chanting behind the mask —that’s the way life is (Dreamsleep: July, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Claimant When you love someone, you claim part of their spirit Trading affection —as the emptiness fills (Dreamsleep: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hiding Inside Most of our lives are spent icing the cake Covering the substance where meaning partakes To coat and embellish what we most try to hide Distracting, misleading —shrouded inside (Dreamsleep: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Not To Last I survived the 60’s, can I ask the same of you… With soul in tact, my body wracked, and conscience split in two My parents now have I become, these days of future past With bloodshot eyes and memory owned —by that decade not to last (Villanova... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Another Paradox Will you Or won’t you, Can you Or can’t you, Another paradox Unclaimed (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Lead The Way I found my voice Beyond all choice A waited friend Beyond the wind I found the words Once cast astray To line my path To lead the way (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Deadest End The finer you draw your measurements, the further away you fall Each number squared and time compared, deafens out the call Your techno-dialectic, data piled upon itself A trash heap at the deadest end —where folly stacks unfelt (Haverford Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Words Endeared Over the years, and all the times I’ve cried Through all the tears, remembering the lies One thing was clear, as truth laid claim again Whose words endeared —remain my only friends (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hopes & Wishes No one knows anything… it’s just hopes and wishes in the rain (Dreamsleep: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
And Be Gone You’ll know when its time… you won’t fight it or struggle, you won’t lie to yourself —or try to hang on You’ll let everything go as it’s time to unburden, your mind and your spirit, your heart —and be gone (Presbyterian Hospital: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hawks Into Doves Why do I like things I can’t agree with Why do I listen when I don’t want to hear Why am I attracted to things that repel me Why are my reasons more muddled than clear Why do I often begin at the ending Why do I hurt the people I love Why ar... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unoriginal Sin Did you flavor it with Hemingway, or season it with Thoreau Did you structure it like Eliot, or was Melville more your go The rocks you choose to stand upon, supports to look beyond As you add your face onto the mountain, new words inscribed in... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Most Are Lost Are you the movie or the commercial, the story or its cost The question quite subversive —in its drama most are lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Shadow That laughter you hear in the background —death following closely behind (Villanova University: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Verse The magic sublime —is rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Nothing New The Devil not to be believed, even when his words are true Intent to spin ‘que es verdad’ old tactics—nothing new (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Words My Own I’m not collaborative… my greatest strength —my greatest weakness too My words my own, as others thoughts —to them remain as true (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Only To Remind You’ve got the how but not the why, from heaven so ordained For that one moment under God, times fugitive proclaimed You want to know the reasons past, but not those left to find A crown of thorns and peasant robe —serve only to remind (Villan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Whose Key My Grandfather was a Poet, my Father was a thief Their spirits fight to own my soul —my Son in cradle sleeps My Grandfather spoke of beauty, my Father spoke of sin The truth now locked within a voice —whose key I leave to him (Villanova Pennsy... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Divinity Chosen Do three dimensions, preclude a fourth Does pointing toward South, prevent being North Is now just the midpoint, between future and past Does the freedom to choose, leave all nature aghast Is one and one two, if one is in doubt Are the whole... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Save A Poet In addition to the slogans... "Save The Whales," "Save A Tree," and "Save The Oceans" We need a new one... "Save A Poet" (University Of Pennsylvania: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Lament Of The Cowboy A scant twenty years, grieved a century or more Poetically perfect, in spirit and lore A man and his horse, alone on the range The cattle his instruments, and music to play Civil War veterans and blacks from the South Through dust and dark cl... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Emotional Correctness When I want to express anger, I get madder than hell When I want to give love, how deep is my well On those times that I covet, how green I become And when wrestling with hate, the result zero-sum When my face blushes red, I wear it with pride... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fear Self Indicts Victim of passion, purveyor of lies Betrayer of talent, bending the I Captive obsession, perspective now gone Fear self-indicts —when right turns to wrong (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Biggest Lie Religion… Translator of spirituality Interpreter of that never felt Templar of the self-absorbed Deceiver —of those searching and lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Finish Her Song Polymath Siren, her flower returns New stirrings to write new melody to learn Renaissance memory, its present announced Freeing your psyche, past-future recount Polymath harlot, love pledged again Petals now varied, spread from within Bouque... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Five Strangers Five strangers walked into my dream, arm in arm, all different versions of my deceased mother They looked at me one by one, with that look—her look, that had been gone for so long The first whispered to the second, then the second to the third, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Choices If you stop where you are, you’ll die where you stand Those choices you make —to forever command (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That One Reader I don’t write for other poets, God condemn me if I do My words all gifted freely, to those searching hard and true I don’t write for academics, as they archive others thoughts I write for that one reader —whose emotions can’t be bought (Villan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Quest A thing itself is cheap… its knowledge though is dear The journey worth a thousand times —an arrival most unclear (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Two Thoughts The Better Option Better to be liked and not loved Than to be loved —and not liked (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019) How Little It’s not about how much it takes to make you happy —but how little (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Politics Never about what’s ‘right’ Only what’s ‘right’ —for you (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Garden Wall Climbing up the garden wall, the questions loom —the answers small Climbing up the garden wall, the past retreats —the future falls Climbing up the garden wall, a distant voice —your name beyond Climbing up the garden wall, a minstrel plays —fo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dylan's Gone Dying alone on foreign ground, death grips his blessed hand Never choosing time or place, method certain —the Angels plan An oak to fall on alien soil, all seeds to heaven thrown His words cast free to light the dark, that ‘Good Night’ —now hi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Forever Amend Trapped in the meter, a prisoner of rhyme My spirit indicted, destroyer of time A minstrels disciple, epistle in hand The sound and the rhythm, my souls contraband New couplets my jailer, their sentences terse The key to their freedom, locked... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Without The Flame Is morality an end point, or a journey to begin Are right and wrong just bookends placed, or what then lies within All Ethical persuasion, to attain or just desire Whose end result will never come —enflamed without the fire (Haverford Pennsylv... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Today Today was all you wanted The past now fraught with pain The hurt was set, you could not forget What our love could not rename (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Spirit Reclaimed Crossing Montana for the first time… everything was changed My heart no longer my own —my spirit there reclaimed (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Reasons Sublime Living in the present past—future combined The excuses get cornered —reasons sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Life's Contract Borrow someone else’s truth… but there’s one you need to own Whose lease runs out as time grows short —life’s contract yours alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Turns To Song The words all come together, their meaning front to back Like birds of common feather, they follow the same tack Existing for each other, alone their context gone All strength inside their union —where memory turns to song (Villanova Pennsylva... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To No Avail Is a lie in its intention, or its desired end result Is deception ever lessened, if the harm is never felt Can you skate by blame or judgment, if your evil plans then fail Or are you even more at fault —when you lie to no avail (St. Davids Pe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Love Yourself Bless yourself, before blessing others Forgive yourself, before forgiving others Understand yourself, before understanding others Love yourself —before loving others (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Deposed Writing verse, I dally forth Hours more stole, than loaned Prose to suffer, and wait in line Time once more —deposed (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Reach Out With Your Spirit You call it a particle He calls it a wave They call it energy —I call it light You’re locked in physics He’s locked in quantum They’re trapped in theory —blocking all sight Let go the dissection Let go the mechanics Let go the empirics —your eye... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Symbiosis Poetry, collaboration of one heart and one mind Written symbiotic, for many voices to sing (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Love Disowned As days split off and drift away, their dreams remain with me Words as jewels and treasured pawn, whose tickets cancelled—flee The nights adopted orphaned suns, those times you woke and lied My heart left bare myself to wed, your wound still de... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
There's A Line Like a wounded dog, who never forgets This memory will not fade My warning stated, “The Ice Is Thin” Where my sun turns into shade If I told you once, I told you twice “There’s a line, you’re not to cross” But your love trespassed, with pa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Each Unwritten Word Is there such a thing as unadulterated goodness Unattached to fortune and the fame it wards If there is, I’ve yet to see it with these naked eyes As I continue to hope —with each unwritten word (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Eternity's Hymn A song yet unsung, my prayer in the wind Its blessing assured —eternity’s hymn (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Anchored And Whole Drifting off untethered, until caught by my soul Redirected to providence —anchored and whole (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Future Heaven Loaned The only way to cross eternity is in a poem As words fly silent and words fly deep, beyond a future heaven loaned The light speed meteor trails forever the verses timeless wake Distance not measured in miles or years —epic ballads to restate ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Betrayals Past Money, is not as powerful as revenge The Dollar, can never buy back a vendetta Fury, cuts sharp into a monetary corpse Bleeding red, the green trails of betrayals past (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Angels To Sing Poetry… the music of writing Written unspoken —for Angels to sing (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Envy Sits Alone Death in comparison, a covetous dispatch Jealousy reflected, its courtiers attack An emperor left naked, his crown a vacant throne Jesters flee the castle —as envy sits alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Eternity's Glow Salvation rises, from the depths of the unsure Its light ablaze, exposing fear it must cure Redemption hovers, death’s pestilence below Casting all there reborn, in eternity’s glow (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Reborn In Verse As my body stoops with age, youth lulls upon the page Where words forever young, cry willful to be sung As daylight quickly passed, I greet night a friend at last With memories deeply grained —reborn in verse again (Villanova Pennsylvania: Dec... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Past Foreclosed Nostalgia, and future wishing The present —foreclosing on the past (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Past To Forsake As I lay dying, let go of my hand Bid me farewell, my words to withstand As a last wish, your love may I take Into tomorrow —the past to forsake (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Harvest Of Light Words are a garden where Poets can grow Each verse a thesaurus of phrases to know A greenhouse of riches a potters delight A bounty of wisdom —a harvest of light (Dreamsleep: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fill In The Blank? My truth —the words Your truth — (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heavens To Own Some will tell, others describe Feelings of bliss, hearts that decry Phrases bring life, to words once alone With meanings immortal —heavens to own (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Clothed In Prison The Emperor jailed in wishful thinking, where only he could be As I escape inside myself —a prisoner running free (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
An Ounce Of Hope A pound of silver will only rent today What an ounce of hope —can buy tomorrow (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Comedy Of Errors Tweedledee and Tweedledum The fairytale of George W. Bush and Barack Obama (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
All Letters Gone The new Millennium… love with a small l mistrust with a large M honor—with all letters gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Dessert At some tables… Time is a dessert, that is no longer served (Villanova Pennsylvania: December 16, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dual Birth Tears of sorrow, tears of joy Meld together, laughter’s toy Tears of sadness, tears of mirth Wellspring one —a dual birth (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Hour Late Stepping off the ledge, out of the fog —I cast my fate As time again dared, all blinders off —the hour late (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
This Life I Live I don’t know if I’m good or bad, but I’m not for loan I don’t know if my words will rise, but these thoughts I own I don’t know if the questions asked, will in death rename I don’t know if this life I live —will the past reclaim (Villanova Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Shout Divine Each phrase a gift, mine to unwrap The Muse bequeaths, when spirit lacks Each word a jewel, to cut and shine Together placed —and shout divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Color Space in meters, words in rhyme Life in color —truth sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Its Orphans Dead The future blocked, by words unsaid The pasture torn, its furrows bled The future blocked, by words unsaid The present cries —its orphans dead (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Left Unsaid Charging into the waves, the wind at my back The horizon clear —its truth left unsaid (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Diamond Of The Soul May your reasons bejewel in truth —the diamond of the soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Fire's Burn Can you understand without thinking Can you know more than your mind can learn Can you overflow without leaking Can you see —beyond the fire’s burn (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lost—Unfelt Beyond all critical thinking, above what’s right or wrong There’s a different understanding, where words turn into song With a deeper sense of freedom, light shines upon itself All reasoned dialectic, left abandoned, lost—unfelt (Rosemont Penn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Truth Is God does not exist… existence a material term Transcending all dimension, His presence wholly burns Not temporal or timeless, His light as knowledge gives Not forgiving or forsaking —the truth in God just is (St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Its Unrest Can you ever prove a negative, have you ever really tried To show that God does not exist, or love not verified ‘To Be Or Not To Be’ is then a half-truth at the best Belief a claim you can’t defame —with logic its unrest (St Davids Pennsyl... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Different Whole We live between the beasts and the Angels” On this topic Augustine was right Our intellects bear what our impulses share Separating the wrong from the right We live between the Lord and the devil Each claiming a stake in our souls As primat... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Across And Through Crawling across the desert, Running through the wilderness, Walking across the ice —searching for the truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unclaimed A Poetess schemes A Poetess dreams In the thick afterglow Of what’s never to know Her feelings unsure Her words premature Her voice still unnamed —her suitor unclaimed (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Threatening Kobold Escaping the prose… I hid in the verse My mind to compose, instead of converse Defying description, I sang through the notes And placed my inscriptions in lyrical rote I chose to hear music over reasons again To dine with the mystics, where f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Last Orphan Immersed in dark matter, it fights not to hide A target blood red, and covered in lies It cries out for justice, it cries out in pain Until an arrow strikes deeply, truth firmly ingrained Its point bringing light, its shaft driving home A mes... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Not Dispelled If God and Heaven don’t exist, their facade is fine with me The simulation of a thought so pure, will satisfy my needs So take your theories and quantum math painted corners left to dwell I choose the beauty of a life divine disproven—not dis... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Jester A Prince of Life, A Prince of Death, two courts for him to flee One horse disappears under a ransomed moon, a drawbridge now unseen Eyes close tight and turn within, all royalty disowned As the King calls once and the Queen calls twice —the Jes... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In My Dreams Days and nights, all yes and no —indecision in my dreams (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Trapped In Entropy Going from the past to the future Is a theoretical abstract There’s no timeless reason we can’t go From the future to the past Our perception trapped in entropy Keeps the order one direction Our search for meaning stacked upon —a theory not to las... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
As Answers Flee Is the Poetry in the thinking or the writing Is the message in the reading or the hearing Is the feeling trapped between what’s spoken and the silence Is the spirit released as answers flee —from questions yet to ask (Villanova Pennsylvania: D... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Nowhere Left Age now walks beside me, a reminder of the past Not a shadow or a mirror, but a debt come due at last Each step it locks in cadence, my denial zero sum A reckoning before me —and nowhere left to run (Villanova Pennsylvania: June 20, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Enemy Found Screams to their naked advancement, fire—the truth to resound Cannon to their darkest intention, death—to all enemies found (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Searching And Waiting As a Poet I’ve been everywhere, while living in the void As a Poet I’ve written about time, while living outside its deception As a Poet I’ve watched your hopes and dreams, fade into dark memory As a Poet I’ve searched and waited —for what... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Heart Denied Love freely given, no heart denied A soul on fire —the heavens cry (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Before The Void To be forgotten —you first have to be remembered (Dreamsleep: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In The Look First I write the story, then I write the book Related but still different —not to be mistook First I write the story, then I write the book The first is in the telling —the second in the look (Barnes & Noble, Kansas City: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Voice When I was starving, poetry fed me When I was sick, the verse made me well When I was homeless, words gave me shelter When I was lost —the voice led me home (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Refusing To Kneel I abhor weakness in all of its forms My words gaining strength through many a storm Whether sleet in my face or rudderless keel This pledge I do anchor —refusing to kneel (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Glorious Welcome Unto a rose, flower so sweet Petals like velvet, fragrance so deep Up through the concrete, lining many a field Its glorious blossom love’s welcome—revealed (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beyond Your Grasp One of life's challenges is to find your own speed Where travel is constant, destination in sight Too fast, and yesterday abandons your future Too slow, and memory stretches beyond your grasp (Airplane to Richmond 10/14/2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Only Thing In the end… the only thing left —is what gets remembered (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
On The Run (Blues Poem #14) Gonna roll me a reefer, and smoke the past goodbye Gonna empty that last bottle of gin, and kick this bye and bye Gonna drink that woman away, Lord, if I have to turn to rum Gonna smoke that reefer till my fingers burn —her memory on the run (... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Way Out Drowning at the bottom, the top so far away Lifeline snapped, memory torn —reasons unbelayed (Dreamsleep: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Both The Future And Past Do you want education, or just to get high To reach your potential, or pie in the sky If it’s learning you want, then take off the mask That laptop you worship —deceives future and past (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Mojo Within (Blues Poem #13) The Blues fills my memory, all emptiness gone Its Harp laying claim, my soul to belong Little Walter cries out ‘that same old somethin’ again Jimmy Reed to remind us —of the mojo within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Mask Do you synthesize your anger, do you cauterize the burn Do you anesthetize the wonder, as your dreams are drugged and scorned Is your judgment tempered badly, with emotion fiery hot Is your vision colored madly, by your choices—sold and bought ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Scorched And Burned Seventeen children on a highway to hell Thumbs out—noses down, perdition rings their bell Seventeen children, their backs now fully turned The piper calls them blindly —their futures scorched and burned (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Threads The tailored line, bespoken Poet With needle sharp, to hem and sew it Where thoughts as threads, stitch out as whole Whose words once seamed —contain my soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Thy Lord Where fixes the point of no return, fixes the point assured Where fixes the point of no return —it’s there you’ll find thy Lord (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lost In Dismay Do you spend twenty percent of your time acquiring your beliefs And eighty percent of your time in defense Do you have blinders on about what you conceive In fear of the critics pretense Are your views narrow focused and then water... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Our Choices Your say download I say upload Diametrically opposed I look up While you look down The truth now juxtaposed I step forward You step back Our choices thusly shown I remember You forget —the difference mine to know (Villanova Pennsylvania: Jun... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Stars Is it a memory that pushes the future away As wishes embody our souls Is it a promise that opens and closes our hearts All hope to then console Is it a longing that reigns over friendship now lost Of times once sorely blest Is it the s... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Voice From Beyond Poetry often answers —a question never asked (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Emergence Sublime Existential—transcendent, my words free to leave Though rooted inside me, their seeds He conceived They shape and they fashion, a will of their own Each moment unfastened, a prison disowned Existential—transcendent they come and they ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Matter The Cost Democracy is messy, thank God that it’s not Tyranny once embedded, all freedom is lost No liberty for the indentured, conscription for thought Free speech for the patriots —no matter the cost (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Voice Who Calls I believe in Jesus I believe in Buddha I believe in Crazy Horse —divinity shared I believe in grace I believe in enlightenment I believe in tomorrow —the promise it bears I believe in man’s ability to rise above his nature Religion a j... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Create With Your Heart Are you technically perfect, but spiritually weak Are your words so well crafted, your soul cannot speak Are your rhythms unmetered, your feelings unrhymed Are you stuck in a format, that kills the sublime Do your stanzas all end, th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Whom You Pray I reject all your religion, in favor of myself Those spewing virtues dogma, often kill, with little felt I reject your revelation, with the truth inside my heart I surrender your salvation, from your guilt I live apart I challenge your... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Poly Sci Yesterday proves… “There is no science, to Political Science” (Election Day: November 8, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Ignite And Amaze Can you purchase tomorrow, with yesterday’s wage Can you eliminate sorrow, still carrying your rage Can you call out the answer, with the question at bay Can you set a reminder, while forgetting your way Can this moment unchosen, be ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever Wondering Some men remain conflicted, some men are justly bad Some men are deemed to stay confused, some men forever sad Some men will strive for fortune, some other men for fame Some men will choose to be alone some live their lives in vain So... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Power For Sale Politics brings out the worst in us, if in doubt—turn on the news The denominator sinking low, false prophets in the pews All lust for privilege, fairness damned, as old as man himself Truth getting buried inside the deck, as the bott... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Don't Blaspheme Don’t talk to me about form, when the feeling isn’t there Don’t talk to me about substance, when experience is rare Don’t talk to me about insight, when reflection is ignored Don’t blaspheme an epiphany —in the presence of the Lord (... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hand In Hand I don’t like money I like freedom And in this new Millennium It’s hard to have one —without the other (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Emptiness Within Are your words predictable, are the feelings staid Is the truth rehashed, the same pavers laid Is your verse now tired, its veneer worn thin Whose mask barely hiding —the emptiness within (Dreamsleep: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fated Divine Have our brains developed because of our minds Is it thought over matter, free will to consign Who gave us this power, to till and to sow All fruit thus comprised, in our memory to know A physicists nightmare, their theories contrive... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Take Note Never become a footnote —to a history lost and gone (Dreamsleep: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Casting Darkness Aside May words be courageous, with thoughts on fire This pen as my shield, to smite the ire The darker the cave, bigger demons to hide With truth as my torch —casting darkness aside (Dreamsleep: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Longer Store Bought Professional Poet… to cringe at the term A lonely consensus, so much to learn Days writing couplets, nights dreamed in verse Feelings when gifted, mine to rehearse Professional Poet… to run but not hide Resisting the accolades, c... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Alone, In Search Of You I see the world in shades of gray, where has the color gone My faith erodes with each new day, a weakness growing strong I sense a feeling deep within, it spreads and reaches near And tighten my coat against the wind, a buttress to this... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Wishes Live To Hope The more I think I really know, the less I understand The further out to sea I drift, the more I miss the land The stormier the days repeat, my soul to chase the sun The rules I once thought hard and fast, denounced and on the run The ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Even When Half the time… you don’t know where you’re going —even when you’re there (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Gifted Free All faith inside this present moment, it’s light my treasure—gifted free (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Magic Exposed We fell dead like a mystery unraveled —the truth of its magic exposed (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Half Way To Memphis Wasted broke in Kankakee, down from Montreal I’m half way to Memphis, with no one left to call Guitar strings bust or missing, motel clerk at my door I’m half way to Memphis, bathroom window as before The years have run their distance, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Immemoratio When emptiness replaces memory The wind… forever ceases to blow (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
First Light To Keep The first cut sharp and burning red, don’t edit away its fire Keep the wound both fresh and raw, never cauterize your ire The horizon breaks just once each day, a new dawn—cold hearts aspire Rays burning deep, first light to keep —ol... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Still To Dance Not always understanding… I write out the words Lost in comprehension, till wonder returns Each line a new postulate, no phrase left to chance Last metaphor a song —my mind still to dance (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Draining Our Spirits Like an open wound That won’t heal The current political situation Bleeds out… A hemorrhaged polarization Inside a malignancy of lies Draining our spirits —of all life giving faith (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
False Hope Before you fall, you’ve got to stand Your voice once stalled, fates reprimand The paradigm floats, on swamps that drain Where praise cries out —false hope again (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Your Touch I like the idea, but not when it’s real Your love in a letter, to read but not feel Lost in conception, affection belied Your words I can handle —whose touch I deny (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Its Light Shines Truth has a power, exclusively its own Beyond opinion and verdict, its nature is shown Through good times and bad, its light shining through A frame to the vision —whose picture renews (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Thing That Lasts Can your intelligence wound your spirit Can your mind entrap your soul Can your hopes and wishes, logic kill Can damnation be the toll Or Can a promise wed tomorrow Can the future slay the past A lifetime spent, a m... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Don't Look Back When staring death in the face… never look back over your shoulder” (From My Novel: ‘Death From The Sky’) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Turning Me Back My pen would be dry if the world were the only cry for more But Laura’s voice from within, asserts with solemn command Kindling my eternal fire—stoking the questioning cord Burning away the doubt —turning me back around (Villanova Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Inspire Or Explain An apostle of verse, a peasant of prose To inspire divine, to explain—Heaven knows (Wayne Pennsylvania: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
It's You It’s you I like… Not your lifestyle Not your sexual preference Not your political persuasion Not your skin color Not your nationality Not your choice of religion Not your lineage Not your wealth or poverty —it’s you I like (Villanova Pennsylva... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Place To Hide I harbor a mean spirit but not in my soul He roams through my consciousness as havoc and pain Trying to break through to that place where he’s banned Trying to break through to where my innocence lives Again and again he forces his will But it... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
New Blood My Poem still an open wound, unstitched by edits snare Running free on a endless page —new blood for all to share (James River Writers Conference: October, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
As You Speak Your audience may not be able to listen, in the fashion that you speak Your readers may not be able to discern, those meanings that you preach Your lovers may not be able to hold your feelings in their hands Your future may not be able to... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Bleeding Free The wound bleeds free —that kills the angry heart (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) From My Novel ‘Jumping Into The Darkness’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
By Others Felt Am I at all responsible, for what occurs outside myself Is it at all defensible, to ignore those feelings dealt Is my world then co-dependent, on what happens somewhere else Are the answers free to self-sustain, or conjoined—by others f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Illusions Foray What side can you judge infinity from, the front or then the back If it’s never over, or never ends, how then can you protract Can infinity stop and start again, would it be different or the same Can judgment ever qualify, what it can’... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Pathway Is there a direction to the universe, without the polar caps The equator gone as space expands, looking forward—looking back Does today become tomorrow, as tomorrow self destructs Are the questions left by law unasked, when the answers ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Yours Alone Transcendence—reality, the power to choose The physical burning, the spiritual hue One leaves you ashen, the other alive The choice begets freedom —yours alone to decide (Dreamsleep- June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Back To Thee Let me take you on a journey, to a place inside yourself Not the body mind connection, but true consciousness itself Before you walk a darkened space, a light must first go on Not tasked with anything other than, an awareness set upon ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Pick Your Poison Booze—Broads—The Bible, which poison will you claim The one that numbs, the one that thrills —the one your soul to shame ‘Captain Tony’s, Key West: June, 1971’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Short & Dear My life, dumped onto paper My love, deep in the beer The years, a fateful mirror With time now short —and dear (Memories Of The Main Point: November, 1972) ‘Dinner With Jerry Jeff Walker’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Searching Free verse… a forest without a path —a direction without an end (St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Calling Us Inward The logic of life… illogically pure In search of itself, last problem to cure Synapses relapse, science reclaims The form with the formula, washed down the drain Structural weakness, obsolescence defined The clocks after midnight, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dissolution Money, divorced from fame Divorced from talent Divorced from blame Feelings, divorced from logic Divorced from judgment Divorced from pain Words, divorced from reasons Divorced from praise Divorced from gain Divorced from the moment Divorced f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
All Roads End Laboring in obscurity… my pen a vagabond Hitchhiking through my consciousness, my thumbprint worn and gone Wishing past the hoping, spitting into the wind All roads end in the desert —darkness my best friend (Dreamsleep: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fait Accompli A gift or obligation, the Poet signed his name A promise wrapped in silence, decision masked by pain One choice among the many, within salvation lies The victors lay unspoiled —with truth to live or die (Dreamsleep: June, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Self-Implosion Until you escape your own cognition, you’re a prisoner of your mind Your spirit waiting to lift you free, dialectic far behind Until you can leave all reasoning trapped, and let your thoughts go free You’ll never be able to self implode ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Wish Distilled A sweetness comes with age, like fruit that’s finally ripe A Poet then a Sage, on this journey into night A wish distilled from all regret, its seeds to be resown A sweetness comes with age —that buried youth will never know (Villanova Pennsyl... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Is It Time Are you ready for forgiveness, has that time finally come You’ve done everything else in life, holding back on just that one Is it time to say “I’m sorry,” for the hurt and pain you’ve caused Is it time to shed false glory, and end this... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Hope With chaos on my doorstep, reasoning befalls With heartache as my calling card, love though distant calls All questions left unanswered, with time their holy grail As seasons march to heavens step —my hope to then prevail (Dreamsleep: ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Field Theory If you can choose the battlefield —you can determine the outcome (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019) Adrian Simpson in ‘Falling Into The Darkness’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Wings To My Flight A quarter of a million people read my poetry last year Five hundred thousand eyes, five hundred thousand ears I write every day with the humble knowledge of this To offer some solace, to be never remiss They guide me much more tha... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Most Often Missed Some things are unknowable as they are, and need an alias to come true Some people only known through someone else, and you must look hard to see through Not in hiding, but contained within, symbiotic they exist To live and die within som... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Is There Is there a truth too big to tell Is there a lie too big for hell Is there a choice that can’t be made Is there a time —that can’t be saved (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Walking With Verse With each step that I take, words jostle and form Inside me they cluster, deep down where it’s warm At nighttime they visit, in moments of peace Defining my feelings —extending my reach (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Humbly I Pray Tonight through the darkness, I wander and crawl The faces all ghoulish, my past to recall Unsure of direction, I listen for sounds To possibly guide me, as fire abounds I look to my left, as hooves thunder past I look to my right, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hope Detour to heaven, back road to joy Change of direction —hope redeployed (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Reckoning In all things there is a bitterness, that time tries to hide In all things there is a loneliness, coming from inside In all things there is a telling, where tomorrow may be shown In all things there is a reckoning —where truth ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Kingston Mines If all Philosophy is a footnote to Plato Then all Rock & Roll —is but a tribute to the Blues (Chicago Illinois: August, 1994) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Inferno Life is memory Art is pain Time a liar —feed the flame (Wayne Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
On My Writing I write the first draft, and paint the second But the third draft —I get to sing (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Symbiosis Reborn You steal my breath, as I borrow your words You fill my eyes, as I empty my fear Your heart beats in my chest, as it breaks in my soul You begin where I end —symbiosis reborn (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Back To The Past Sharing blood, but nothing more, family slipped away Into a memory locked in steel, old thoughts safely at bay All contact denied, memory entombed, though close their bodies stay Life journeys on, my back to the past —until my dying d... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Make A Decision Be smart… stop trying to act smart Be alive… stop talking about life Make a decision… stop fearing the possible outcomes Pick a direction… —stop spinning your wheels in space (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Great Grandfather John I love you but I don’t know you, I miss you, though you’ve never been here I long for what the years have stolen… a vacant memory so dear I feel you across the hallowed spectrum, of death and then beyond Where our spirits write the words... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Emptiness Reveals Loneliness arrives for breakfast, anxiety for lunch Rejection for my dinner meal, desperation left for brunch Passion came and passion went, the nighttime thief did steal And darkness all that’s left to bear —the emptiness reveals (Dre... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
How Much Joy Having everything you need, how much richer could you get Feeling everything God given, how much luckier even yet Knowing everything presented, how much smarter might you be Your life shared with then another —how much joy could you for... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever To Be Like an arrow shot free of its bow, thoughts become sighted and free Whose words when laid down on the page —their meaning forever to be (University City Philadelphia: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Vilest Of Lies Political correctness… the new dirty word Meaning perverted, excuses now heard It masks and it covers, what it most tries to hide As it preys and then smothers —with the vilest of lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One's Own Breath The joy in the writing, all reading to construe Spoken loud with one’s own breath —a vanity so true (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Charge Of The Night Being close to the right thing Is farther from the right thing Than the wrong thing is from Being right To see and not believe To look and not touch Much better to be blind —and in charge of the night (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Never Explain Within every verse, many meanings reside The reader determines in which couplet you hide The words both descriptive with colors aglow The eyes as important as what the ears know When backed in a corner, don’t ever explain Words beck... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Proffer Religions survive through subjugation Without it, they are lost Wielding guilt as a weapon, they proffer salvation Enlightenment and freedom —their cost (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Before His Throne We have no idea where it goes, when the spider leaves its weave We have no idea what’s left to dream, when the sandman robs of sleep We have no idea the day nor hour, when our maker calls us home We can only hope that the love we’ve share... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
An Empty Reference Are all notions of time a trap… The perpetual present The greatest one of all Are all capsules of existence Just graves we dig for ourselves Each shovel full of denial Burying us deep —within an empty reference (Villanova Pennsylvania: Septemb... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Pre-Ordained If every day to matter If every moment counts If every word to chant and sing If every phrase be stout If every coin pound sterling If every debt marked paid If every feeling dubbed divine —salvation pre-ordained (Villanova Pennsylvania: Septem... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beyond The Thunder A whirlwind to the ages, I gave up on today All voiced precipitation, for someone else to spray Writing above what’s forecast, for readers yet unborn My words beyond the thunder —to ride on distant storms (Villanova Pennsylvania: Sept... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Deja Vu The Future… is but the past unloved (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Free Of Doubt Back in their nests, birds chirping out loud Retreated in bed, a boy dreams ‘what if now’ The moonlight not finished, what it started before The church clothes all hanging, alone on the door What once was thought ended, began then again... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Last Traveler The end rose up to greet him, the last traveler undisposed Its final words, the last he heard —as the past and future closed (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Truth So Intoned The Piper of destiny calls from the unknown Without lyre or harp, his truth so intoned All sirens left deafened, tumbling over themselves As a choir of Angels —from his flute are bespelled (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Formless Question Is beauty connected, or to a vacuum condemned Is truth then required, for it to enter within Can beauty be measured, by the heart or the mind Can it chase, or displace, or replace what it finds If beauty is truth, let all reason be s... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Past Beyond Trying to be present, I gave up the master plan Sacrificing what’s past beyond —reclaiming who I am (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Kurt Philip Behm As warlord of the ticking count… time marches uncontested Avoiding every scrutiny, defending every lie All seasons caught within its grasp, each day a slave in training Order becoming disorder again —complexity denied (Villanova Pennsy... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
...Is Love The truth of hope is faith —the hope of faith is love (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Locqui Veritas Words of conjecture self destruct —when veracity holds its sway (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Arcs & Angles Is randomness designed, can the dice roll more defined Is entropy a map, less complex as time adapts Can ignorance be renamed, as a home for knowledge gained Can the circle then be squared —arcs and angles still to share (Bryn Mawr Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Nothing More Not a student of Poetry, more a student of life The words fell before me, stepping-stones of delight Not a student of Verse, but of musings inspired My days withdrew inward, the years stoked and fired Not a student of prose, but its... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Prophecy Reclaimed Alone with my thoughts, together in this moment The light cast off its shadow —all prophecy reclaimed (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Rhyme, Rhythm & Song Rhyme… the alcohol in your cocktail the octane in your gas the connection in the words you speak fraternal sounds that last Rhythm… the tempo of your heartbeat the joy that slows you down the shuffle in the words you speak that dance ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Turned Back Into Song On my own terms, I lived my life Giving and taking, both day and night On my own terms, I lived my life Some then mistaken, some often right On my own terms, I lived my life Last right of refusal, the one holding tight On my own ter... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Only Thing We Trust Are space and time much too similar, and maybe in the end exactly the same Our angle of perception the only difference, keeping them separate and dually named If they are distinct where is their departure, does its sensing begin and end ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Light Of Its Message Poetry should always be given away, and never ever sold Its message to open all heavens gates, not translate into gold Poetry should fly on the wings of a wish, with hope its guiding dove The light of its message to guide all intention ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Mirror Never Lies Science would like to abscond with Philosophy Claiming propriety over truth falsely shown Measures and numbers its weapons of choice Never looking beyond —what its theories bestow (Wayne Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Prose A metrical escape valve, letters in the maelstrom Lightning on the horizon, second child of the Gods Sacrificial waterfall, its current overflowing A literal dilation —of the verbal supreme (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
His Legend Calls A Poem reborn posthumously… its Poet comes alive Death to grovel at his feet, words not entombed, survive A Poem reborn posthumously, each phrase a breath divine Its voice once heard, the ages served, all seasons left to rhyme A vers... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A False Bottom The darker side of morning, the drier side of rain A memory left forgetting —a spirit uncontained (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
School's Out Breaking through the titled ceiling, my voice survived unnamed Unleashed to save the future past, with words their truth proclaimed All time bereft of judgment, all feelings self contained Diploma mailed but left unsigned —its seal in f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Introductory Poem To My New Book... (An Anthology Of Perception Vol. 3) “I write the first draft and paint the second “But the third —I get to sing” (Villanova Pennsylvania, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Your Soul's Release Can a phrase rule over a paragraph Can the right word stand alone Can a thought be held within one breath Can the truth in short be known Can you single out the future Can you paraphrase the past Can you release the hope inside... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Only One There are many futures —but only one past (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Voice Heaven Sent Never writing for the masses, just writing for you One lone set of ears, to share life anew Never writing for consensus, my words not for rent To call through the ages —with a voice heaven sent (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Wish Still On Loan Making love to remembrance, I see her walk past Blonde, eighteen and tan, and this decade my last A memory comes back, as new feelings release Of a field in September, when our hearts were at peace And I think of you fondly, as I wa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Wasted Dreams Delay success for as long As you can… Living up to an image Will only cloud your judgment Stealing what you can least Afford to lose Dragging you into the illusion And myth That could take a lifetime To rail against Dragging you into the Vicario... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Melody Of Sages Prose and Poetry came together In a marriage of infusion —each wanting from the other what they could not bring —each vowing to the other words they longed to sing Birthing a new music of epic proportion In an infant now ti... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Literary Genetics The DNA of language is Poetry The DNA of Poetry —is love (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Death's Quota The flowers all have scattered, borrowed feelings cry out loud Mock funeral of celebration, grief false beneath their shrouds The mourning congregation, to the tavern marched in step A ruse to the departed, with each toast his memory we... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beyond His View Writing about life… he was powerless over death, life was what he was good at Death, a combination of all he would never understand and all he would never accept It was a major failing, never to bring closure or a period to the end o... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
What's Now In Front Is it Aerosmith or The Eagles for you, Republican or Democrat to vote Is it Chinese takeout or Italian bistro, or the prose or poetry you wrote Is it bland or spicy, thick or thin, as you struggle yet confused Is it yes or nor, or God for... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Turkish Mother To The Kaiser (WW1) How many sons have we lost How many demons have we found How many graves must we dig To make the ‘Fatherland’ proud (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In The Wine Starving within the memory of a feast uneaten My bread forever disappearing —in the wine (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Imperfectly To Song Like me, my Poetry is far from perfect —a verbal oxen gored Like me, my words are often frail and broken —still crying to be heard In me, the message has found its student —to humbly expound In me, the truth can accept a birthmark ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Turned Into Song How open is your window, how tall is your door How old is your virtue, how slippery your floor How fresh is your perception, how broad is your scope How clear is your reflection, how real is your hope How strong is your commitment, h... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Immunity I’m a Poet… —I don’t have to explain (North Wales Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Living Inside Those who are truly great belong to all of us Living inside our memories —shaping what’s left of our dreams (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Singular Refrain Questions are often bigger than their answers With horizons wide and spacious, timelines unrestrained Questions often lead to other questions With answers left to wallow —in a singular refrain (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever Carried Away With prose… I saw only with my eyes, as the words left my hand With poetry… my eyes were abandoned, leaving only my heart But in the distance played a lyric, freeing what my words could never unchain And hearing its melody, my heart forev... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Coloring In The Spaces Trying to understand why you marked up your body —I stared at the ink The memory of your open promise still inside of me —unfulfilled Retracing that promised memory with new symbols —stained forever You colored in the empty spaces... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Love No More I lifted you into my heart But one arm was missing As single wing and one handed I carried you inside All the while, you pointing at My lost absent limb… You told me you’d love me If I could find that one misplaced part The part that would then M... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Silence Unclaimed Dropping its bomb, always missing the mark Your echo implodes, a sound hollow and dark Answers unquestioned, all bombast enflamed Drifting abandoned —in silence unclaimed (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Ink From Within You tell me… “the structure gives strength to my writing” I tell you… “it’s nothing but crutches in waiting” You tell me… “the order brings a beginning and end” I tell you… “the sequence does feign and pretend” You tell me… “the form—th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Difference Within The universe orders the questions and answers Eternity caught —within their difference (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
It's Harder It’s harder to lie in verse or a poem, than it is with dialog or prose It’s harder to bend the truth over a feeling, than around what you or someone else knows It’s harder to feign an eruption of light, or the isolation of being alone in th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Channeling A Melody As the music inflates, like a David Bowie video My voice is set free for the words to diffuse Floating above the unwritten verse like steam escaping And drifting free as the pressure expands It cries out the release of a lyric unsun... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Darkness All I See What’s left of my remembrance, now all that stokes the fire What embered in the springtime, the winter does expire To douse not once but then again, that spark which set me free My wood left burnt with forest bare —and darkness all I se... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Laura's Captive Fifty years a poet More than that a man My spirit held in ransom Laura’s captive once again Fifty years a poet And all those years a boy The written word a treasured gift —my soul’s most precious toy (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Missing The Dream For a mountain to be high, a valley must be low But inherent in both, one truth is to grow Dimensions and colors and polar extremes Self-serving the obvious —while missing the dream (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Transcendent & Divine Science will never prove The existence of God Science will never disprove The existence of God Its physics pre-emergent Its logic self contained If anything, a tool To measure what’s at hand But like the foundry never Retaining the artists spirit ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Higher Given Belief and knowledge, master and slave The truth higher given, facts rearrange Belief and knowledge, cursed to define The weakness of reason —transcendence divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Call The dirtier the world, the cleaner the verse The need becoming greater —when the call most perverse (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Final Hour With age, My sword Is deeply scarred But its edge Honed twice as sharp With age, My words Are penned in blood All flowing From the heart With age, I embrace what Truth reveals And am humbled By its power With age, My light burns Free at las... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Timeless Path Present past and present future Holy Trinity with the here and now Three states that bind all known creation Defining when but never how This very instant the past calls forward The future answers from a timeless path Where all ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Doorway Locked inside my indecision, death opened up the door And let me look inside my fear, which I hated and abhorred The view not half as frightening, as the deception and the lies And its arms extended toward me, standing frozen—eyes on mi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unholy Marriage Lunacy… the unholy marriage of laughter and fear (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Dark Road Revenge… a desperate stepping stone —on the road to perdition (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Ladder Appears Stuck on the broken landing Of a stairway to nowhere My mood no longer elevated My spirit remiss of song Looking over the railing Into a history that I buried A ladder appears above me But when I step—its rungs are gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Passion Enflamed Don’t get ahead of the feeling, never forget a memory unlearned Don’t think and kill the passion enflamed, forgoing the moment—all time left to burn (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Windless Sea Opinion, shapes the aftermath of what once was free A commentary of detainment, adrift —on a windless sea (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
New Memories Converse Deeply hidden within thoughts that linger A centuries old message to know and then feel Remembrance crying out from the darkness now passing In a voice so familiar—our fortune to steal It calls to us silent, as it waits for an ans... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Echoing Silence The farther your emotion gets away from your art, the wider your canyon becomes Creation echoing off a towering wall —coming back as a silence unsung (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heavenly Known Art must be transcendent to justify itself It must leave its creator and go somewhere else Directing itself onward in a life of its own Its form to become formless —once heavenly known (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Something Beyond There’s a sense beyond five A catalytic one that ties The five together as one In their mix an explosion An auspicious moment Allowing something to remake Allowing something to become timeless Allowing something —to escap... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Will We Ever Learn Liberals with a credit card, Debts they’ll never pay Mortgaging our future, The present now ‘in play’ Conservatives with a checkbook, The balance no concern Hope now bouncing downward —when will we ever learn (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
It's More My strength Is that I am Fundamentally Unscientific Not subject to the Dissection Of consequence Or category And not at the Mercy Of the scholastics And nihilists Who spend their days Trying to reprove That the whole is equal To the aggregation O... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever At Home Giving up the money for a chance at transcendence The words became sacred, all time was disowned Chasing that one thing that if caught defies memory At one with the truth —forever at home (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Devil's Details Physics over Metaphysics, the cart before the horse The chisel praised, the sculptor blamed —the tool the icon sourced (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Loss The only winner in a war of attrition —is loss (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heaven & Hell Do your words sharpen, as your feelings dull Do your actions harken, what’s still to cull Do your wheels spin faster, as you sink in place Does the meaning retreat, as you blindly chase Do your moments forecast or serve to remind Do... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Forgotten Wish Every word not spoken —the lost child of a forgotten wish (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
101 — 401 Poetry 101: “Write what you know—write what you feel” Poetry 401: “Write what you know—write what you feel” (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Freedom Dealt Obeying any moral law, reason wills unto itself To play the game the way its staged —all freedom thusly dealt (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Reality's Hymn Be-bop, shu-baby-bop, the blues on fire The strings an accelerant, the harp but a pyre The melody unseen, its heartbeat within Be-bop, shu-baby-bop —reality’s hymn (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Legacy Of Endowment Borrow from the least, but steal from the best The larceny of endowment —your legacy’s quest (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Once Tomorrow Is Gone Will eternity have a yin and a yang Will the forces that govern applaud and harangue Will the blessings have value if damnation moves on Will it all even matter —once tomorrow is gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Now Unfelt Twas once a time you owned my heart, then Laura stole it back Through all those years our hearts on fire, she waited and she sat She hoped one day our lives would part, to never meet, as then… Her voice so soft had cried at night, “I wa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Ablution Your love to bathe in words rephrased With hearts not young —or old (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Eternity's Twin As of late, I have developed a new best friend It’s my younger self coming to visit my end I look in his face, and I see a new truth I look in his face, and I see more than youth Now more like my father, I more like his son The begi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
"I Baptize Thee..." Am I so entitled, is it there in my name Is the water redemptive, my salvation proclaimed Does the Rock Of All Ages line my river with stone Are the words mine by birthright, not borrowed or loaned Is all time but a servant, flowing ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Enemy Within If there’s anything more dangerous than a terrorist —it’s a corrupt politician (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
New Love Does the chemist succeed without blowing things up Were you ever in need from a bout of bad luck Does the tree need to shake for the apples to fall Does your heart need to break —for new love to then call (Villanova Pennsylvania: July,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Choking Of Angels Night erupts… The maddening glow Of a closing minute Of a final hour Shines pale Against the frozen concrete As the drumbeat starts And the chanting starts My last broken link Forever lost Forever lost Salvation, The calling card Of a new Abyss M... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Too Many Cooks To let other Poets into your kitchen —a true recipe for disaster (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Rapture In Flight I’m a two-winged poet not just single-wing And would never clip one to fly into this wind As one wing goes up the other comes down Until both work together when flying most proud A zero-sum landing with talons not right Only short... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Words You Will Find With the years not yet lived to determine what’s right You fake it with documents that block out the light With experience weak, and its lessons still thin Your words only scold venting anger within What you want is in sight though b... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Ancient Sins Saturn burns, as eight rings turn Its truth on fire, no lessons learned A gas filled magnet, for solar wind Where ice and rock —hide ancient sins (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Duke's Wisdom All of life happens —between the crest and the trough (Molokai Hawaii: February, 1989) ‘Tribute To Duke Kahanamoku’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Past September What are words if not remembered What are feelings never spent What is time if not then fleeting What is love not heaven sent What are gifts beneath the wrapping What are wishes beyond all hope What is love once past September ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The 'Cafe A chat room for dilettantes —singing to the choir (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Without A Dream Show me a man without a dream —and I’ll show you no man at all (Train To New Hampshire: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Truce I don’t make excuses, and won’t pretend But I do attack, and will defend If your argument’s weak, with reasons thin No mercy shown —or truce to win (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Words Left Where are the voices crying out from the din Where is the blood you spilled from within Where is that Siren who once called your name Where is the fortune promised by fame Where is the promise you made to yourself Where is that demo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Devil's Hell To be judged by fools —where Devils go to burn (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Zero Funds Just a broken poet, at an A.T.M. His stomach cries out, words hunger within The nights are the longest, cold darkens and chills Fresh words on account, new credit distills Pushing buttons while bent, with hope standing tall An answe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Your Swinging Door I answered with love, you questioned with anger and pain I held you close, but your eyes failed me again I told you truly, as my wishes dropped to the floor Your smile my captor, my heart —your swinging door (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Nightmare Awoken Avatar Queen The mask or the screen, What’s never to know What’s never to see Avatar Queen Your name to mislead, One more cryptic posting That always deceives Avatar Queen Both petty and preened, The bees in your bonnet No stinger foreseen Avat... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dancing Freely All of our passions border on sin The reasoning gray, the line often thin All of our joy dances freely between That Angel above us —and a Devil unseen (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Never To Last All time shattered memory, and faces now past Stare back as I dream —meant never to last (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Words Unspoken Have your words stayed unspoken, to mislead or confuse? Those phrases kept distant, the voice of the Muse? Have your words stayed unspoken, as you’ve traveled in vain? Your mileposts painted, with fury and pain? Have your words stayed... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Clever I hate the word clever, it seeks to demean With hidden entendre’ and devious schemes I hate how it sounds, as it rolls off the tongue To strike from all language —if my power was sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Seasons Recouple There’s comfort in knowing, things come and they go The wind brings a newness, whether lilac or snow There’s joy in all laughter, freely accrued Music in words, spoken only by you A place to be born, a moment to die An ending begin... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Last Drop Should a tree be cut down, for missing a branch Should the wounded be chastised, for taking a chance Should the cup that’s been broken, forsake its last drop Should a man be accountable —for what he is not (Villanova Pennsylvania: Jul... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Camp Cookie Sings... The Camp Cookie could be heard singing… “Cowboy: You can’t wrangle the future, till you stop rustlin the past” (Dewey Wyoming: July, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Father To The Man You can’t play with something you don’t own,” said the father. “But father, that is the truest definition of play,” said the Russian boy. “What is not owned is not worried about, and what is not worried about sets you free.” (Villanova Pennsyl... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Captured & Slain Where have all the Poets gone, has time then captured and slain Those heraldic writers of messaged truth —whose shields once bore their names (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
For Better Or... Committing to joy, committing to moonbeams Committing to hope, committing above Committing to sorrow, committing forever Committing to heartbreak —committing to love (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Easily measured, not clearly defined Often lamented, more often unkind Its loss we all mourn, searching heaven to find The time to become —a new past to rewind (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Lie Your arms lift me up, as your words take me down And I’m caught in-between your smile and frown Your eyes making promises, your words yet to keep My spirit in limbo, my heart left to weep A soul now in turmoil, my mind double dealt ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unbaptized Words Certificate unsigned, pen firmly in hand The bliss not for barter, its insight free-stands Faith and acceptance may go where they please To my grave and beyond, the verse teaches and frees No savior I ask for, forgiveness I shun Red... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Its Reckoning Comes Is God to interpret, and religion the why Is forever too heavy to pledge bye and bye Does the Devil provide balance to a concept in stone Is he laughing inside us, mocking all that we know Is the Lord left to children and those pure... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Magnificent Silence Not to argue about Poetry or justify Prose Not to discuss their many virtues or interpretive flows I choose to remain quiet, and let the words carry on Where in magnificent silence —they turn into song (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Vow To Myself I asked for your blessing, instead you explained What I should be paying to garner acclaim You told me if only I’d do it this way My words could have meaning and influence—sway But power and fortune are not what I sought If influenc... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Unfolds In my heart I knew little of the world and all its parts As I drifted idle and wandered blind, through constant fits and starts My mind reached out beyond its grasp, with the questions close behind As time unfolded upon itself —each mom... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Constancy Redeemed Colors overtake me one by one, as they fuse within my mind To paint their ancient messages, prismatic and sublime The past is but enigma, tomorrow still a dream This moment’s image all that lasts —in constancy redeemed (Villanova Penns... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hearts To Impound What is the difference between a fact and the truth One limited in time, the other free and unproved Language and formula, the great deceivers abound As the light burns inside us —our hearts to impound (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Time Left When love commands —there’s precious time left to serve truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Death's Revenge Today’s gone wild, killers on the fringe A life to take, its fate to make, tomorrow—death’s revenge (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hope Denied When love deceives, the heart to bleed, its truth an open wound Forever long, time’s painful gong, rerung with every moon When love deceives, on bended knees, and lost within the pain All wishes fly, with hope denied —as emptine... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Mr. Prime Minister (The Last Lion) From Winston: “When youth departs —may wisdom prove enough” To Winston: “When spirit falters —all will to then prevail” (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Immolantis Raw and uncut, the Poet sharpened his edge His entry point targeted, fury bright red The first cut the deepest, and clean to the bone A wound bleeding freely —all sutures unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Darkness To Dawn No one ever dies for an idea, until it changes to a feeling No one ever dies for a feeling —until darkness points to dawn (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Devil's Luck You can’t step into the same river twice, and have the water be the same You can’t throw wishes into the wind, and recall them time unclaimed You can’t put a baby back in the womb, once the cord of life has been cut And you can’t change a... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Academia's Lantern Formal education, requires a fence With borders to confine, and logic intense Three letters that matter, the I, S, and M Each school suffixed over, its member’s defend Realism, Rationalism, Idealism all… Each name its own failing, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Dance Prose or Poetry, the music is calling A waltz or a tango —conjecture or blood (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The True Story Are you a conscious Poet with unconscious beliefs An eternity of verse crying out from your sleep Are your dreams more important than your waking hours show Do they tell the true story —of all there is to know (Villanova Pennsylvania: ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sublimity Do I think I believe, or believe that I think Are they both the same thing, a pen with two inks Does one include faith, and the other just mind Or are they conjoined —symbiosis sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Elusive Ghost Can you be conscious without being self conscious, philosophers disagree Being aware of your awareness, seems logical to me But logic has its failings, as we pierce the inner mind Perception, the most elusive ghost —and hardest... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Open Door Death at its zenith, the other side of life’s goodbye Eternity waiting patiently, to welcome us inside Always the dark misnomer, we hold in dread and awe When really it’s an open door —to all we’re searching for (Villanova Pennsylvania... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Bookends Bookends of a dream —the beginning and ending of tomorrow (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Search The deeper we get into the idea of what’s real, the further away we become Trying to put our formulas into a box, is folly zero sum Like the horizon before you that you see but can’t touch, the truth forever disguised Its cost... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Each Moment Anew As a Poet, I don’t have to prove what I mean Or reveal the pigmentation of colors that gleam Or the height of an Angel, compared to a Man Or whether the Devil, cannot or then can As a Poet, I don’t even have to explain The temperatu... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Silence Most Deadly The intention of silence… to expose or deceive Its power much greater, than most would believe Sometimes to say nothing, speaks loudest of all The quiet most deadly —when falsehood befalls (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Je Ne Sais Quoi Inferable, unknowable, all senses on fire Beyond contradiction, sans myriad liars Its vision unstated, true knowledge unfeigned Born into our souls —its silence to reign (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Storm Warning A hurricane of stimulation, a tornado of thought Blowing through the vast unknowing, our natures to be caught When doubt sits high on light’s horizon, storm warnings there portend Whose cyclones of enlightenment —with hailstones shape a... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Our Hearts The fact that God has survived in spite of religion May be his greatest miracle —of all (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Temporal Delusion Memories of memories, illusions called the past Their structure self deceptive, inside our minds ill cast Memories of uncertainty, and memories still to come Embedded in our consciousness —this moment zero sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Ego Sum I I am I am because I am I (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Tomorrow Calls Every man dies, but not every man lives Embracing his passion —eternity bids (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Tears Of Pain Those most desperate among us, must learn to cry alone Themselves regained through tears of pain —to mark their pathway home (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Flashbacks A sudden embarrassment, a moment of shame A lifetime remembered —in flashbacks of pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Logic A Mess Why start at the beginning and not at the end Why is reality nothing more than pretend Why are most facts at best a mere guess Your order disordered —logic a mess (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Her Voice Speaking through me, all choice undone The Muse unseen —her voice unsung (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
All We Can Say If the memories in the present are of the past And the aspirations of the present to the future are cast Then memories aspire for only today The only time extant —and all we can say (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Here And There You are two things distinct, that exist yet unfurled You as yourself, and as part of the world Fundamentally the same, but functionally unpaired Your story twice told —as you’re here and then there (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No More - No Less Is there a fact of the matter that can never be disproved Is there an absolute truth that all can behoove As sure as we once were that the world was flat We’ve transferred to the Big Bang, and the beginning of all that Are facts just ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hope May Till The beauty of a Rose… in the heart of one who knows That love’s a gift of time, both temporal and sublime The seedling of a wish, future memory to enlist That hope may till the fields —budding Roses to conceal (Villanova Pennsylvania: ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Still Unborn How dependent are we on language, for the expansion of our minds Each word a crucial building block, an archetype sublime Can we think outside our diction, would our thoughts release and form Or would truth and beauty, right and wrong —... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Crossing Over Memory is a river, bound for the sea One waterfall to cross —death’s waters to free (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time's Prison If you call out loudly, the past will find you The pain but a looking glass, all time a shroud As memory surrounds, its prison reopens Chaining the present —locking the future down (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Cusp The prelude to a wish, all time conspired Eternity on call —the night on fire (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Wishing Wishing I hadn’t, wishing I could Going through the motions —of love (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Bricks & Mortar Intermingled, but not together In your presence, but still alone Hearing your words, but not your meaning Leaving your house —so far from home (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
At The End The truth redeemed, The past reclaimed —within your final hour (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
All I Ask Everything… is all I ask In all you say —and all you do (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Ignore Or Befriend If you live your life correctly, death walks close by your side To constantly remind you, that time’s not on your side Your choice on how to handle, to ignore or then befriend Will change your life completely —as each day begins again ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Moments In Song Painting with words, Sculpting with phrases, Singing the moments away (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Trapped Within The physics of divinity, atheists chide Pews filled with charlatans, believers on trial Trapped in their reasoning, with all logic stretched thin Building walls to keep light out —and darkness within (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
An Ever Changing Tide Stretching and pulling, the Universe goes on Cosmology’s wonderment, each day a new dawn The Spacetime Continuum, today’s Top 40 hit Tomorrow inherent, unless we’ve been misled The deeper the probing, the ‘Bigger the Bang’ What Eins... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Verum Tamen—Verum Est The Self, Free Will, and Love… today’s three illusions of life Without just one our lives negate, a charlatan’s delight For the Self to Love most Freely, this Holy Trinity must preside What Plato ordained and Kant reframed —modern thoug... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Goodbye Laura Divorcing the Muse, her property demands were high The alimony my insight, leaving me speechless, high and dry Once the papers were signed, it was the last I was to write Visitation denied —monthly support payments in light (Villanova... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Light Eternal Can you ever really lose what you’ve never really had Can you ever be good if you’ve never been bad Can you ever pose a question that’s never been asked Can the answer prove elusive when the future is past Can the moments live on fr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Truth Revealed The touchstones of existence… how many have you known A common rock, a baby’s kiss, a dog to walk you home Can one then trump the other, with importance or with worth Can a seaside villa or Renoir painting, outshine a child’s birth The... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Setting The Ghost Free The emptiness between Hemingway’s words is a hollow sound that stays in your mind The space creates distance as the Old Man wanted, from the reader and the voyeur of pain “Distance from the day he fought and struggled to land that one gre... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Stillborn Raw Intelligence… Like dry Cement Sitting unmixed Never used To make Anything Real Raw Intelligence… A flashing Neon light To its own Potential Bulbs Burning out One at a time Raw Intelligence… Its shadows Forever littered Along a Lost and... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Crying Inward How old were you when you were born Were your pasts or futures deemed forlorn How young will you be when you die As truth cries inward —all time a lie (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Breaking Dawn After the finish line, a new starting line awaits Where answers have deserted, but old questions remain The learning curve most steep, as doubt invades the shadows The light never brighter —than when dawn breaks through again (Villanov... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time's Capsule Surging through memory, all time was expanded The past and the future —beginning and end (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Journey It can take a lifetime… to learn how to write like yourself (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Lost Dove I can’t give it to you scientifically, and that’s the only way you want it Therefore, the enormous part of you that’s missing —will stay forever gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) ‘To My Naturalist Friends’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Forest & The Trees Quantum Superposition, forever preying on our minds Refusing to admit what consciousness knows, its theory never finds The more complex the argument, the further afield it falls Roaming and scattered amidst the trees, blind to the fores... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Winter Snows Planting words inside my garden, watering them at will Staking memories long forgotten, feelings cold and shrill Row by row the letters planted, phrases start to grow Whose cool fall day a harvest brings —to feed the winter snows (Vill... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Final Breath What describes a Poet, let me count the ways To once describe a morning, emerging through the haze What describes a season, its leaves from green to brown What describes a heartbeat, when your lover can’t be found What describes a reas... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Because I Must Writing Prose, because I can And Poetry —because I must (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever To Share Are there degrees of spiritual freedom, or is its breadth just either or Is the light metered out or self contained, and endless in its store Is the origin of beauty and its pathway divined, beatific in its scope Or can it be portioned, f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Quantum Zeno Awareness can be frozen, “A watched pot never boils” When perception’s forced upon itself, all change in stillness toils “To thine own self” the Bard entreated, that one truth we’re meant to find As consciousness—the mind of God ca... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Unspun Looking in not out, the picture cleared Problems solved, both far and near Motion closed, entropic sum Space inflated —time unspun (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
99.9 Extinction probability, ninety nine point nine History’s infinitive, the graveyard of time Cosmology winning out in the end The hourglass draining —last thought to befriend (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fatality Of Fear Words come to a point like the tip of a spear Embedding the truth —impaling your fear (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Origin The speed of a photon, the steps of a man The truth pointing inward —where forever began (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Self Delusion Your words can rise, or your words can fall But a politically correct Poet —is no Poet at all (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Enflame Answer with passion, or don’t answer at all Cauterizing my questions —as ashes they fall (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Ivory Tower Atheists work on the breaker box, as Creationists source the power Rewiring a changing system that’s flawed —their lights flicker in an ivory tower (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hopeful Sound We’re lucky to have survived each other, in the aftermath of love Those promises made as leaves they fell, from a height so far above The seasons changed, a pledge reclaimed, buries deep within the ground Waiting for Spring, its first rob... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Sleeping Messiah The beginning and ending of all that is known, inside of one last wish To carry the meaning of destiny’s Poem, all feelings to enlist Into the darkness, bound by the light, truth filling up the sky The hopes and desires of the children of... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Darkening Sun Deifying themselves, the scientists disprove with their tools the existence of God To sit on a throne artificially made the Creator to them falsely shod They loudly decry as their courtiers boast about how powerful their laws h... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
1 + 1 = 1 Superpositioned, truth here and truth there Unmeasured duality, a mirror contraire Whose message lies distant, whose message lies near A Siamese phantom, both fronts facing rear The sublime contradiction, one plus one equals one Th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Timeless Attraction The gravity of words, their truth pulls together A force field of enlightenment —beyond the continuum of time (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Licentia A strange thing happens once you’re as old as your heroes The mystery less enchanting, the romance nearly gone A stranger thing happens when you outlive your heroes The nuances shouting boldly —permission now won (Villanova Pennsylvan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unmade Prose… Has a room built in For the reader To crawl inside And sleep Maybe More than one room, Unmaking all beds That the Poet —has so carefully made (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Jester Laughs The ‘Deceivers Of Time Masquerade Ball’ Invitees file past Yesterday in drag, Tomorrow disguised Today—the Present’s mask Memories hide in the shadows of hope All wishes dancing fast Until the Jester laughs as the final waltz ends D... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
His Grace The gravity of freedom… all truth pulled back and forth With God inside the Blackest Hole, unseen, he sets your course The speed your feelings travel, regulated by the light Your prayers like photons, crying out —His Grace to guide you... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Still Virgin Can you write a celibate Poem Devoid of flesh and fevered sounds Can your verse restrain from lusting out Its words still virgin —yet passion bound (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The 4th Dimension Can consciousness be compressed like a distant Black Hole Into a photon and travel away Coursing into the darkness at the speed of light Reality curving and swaying With entropy chasing and time not around Each Dwarf Star awaiting its ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sea Of Truth No lines are crossed in getting to the sea Only excuses —buried in the sand (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Maternal Muse Her voice provided cover, my soul to turn away Her message greatly treasured, her protection my dismay Her intention of the purest, but she raised me more than sound Into the dark I send her words, exposed—my spirit found (Villanova Pe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Square By Square If life is a giant crossword puzzle, how many blank spaces do you have How many words have come together, how many crossroads in your path Each grid connects with meaning, what row by row unfolds The story then, the story now —that squa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Truth Bleeding Free Complex messages need a simple structure Otherwise, a reader is lost The shorter the word, the greater the meaning Its judgment by value, never by cost ‘The straighter the blade, the sharper the edge ‘The sharper the edg... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Words Set Free What value, if any, does Poetry have —if not to speak the truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Children Of The Damned The ethics of duplicity, the killing on trial One law for the criminal, one law for the child The electric chair savage, womb murder refined Academia, the father and mother of crime To lie when convenient, truth’s babies to cry An E... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Cogito Ergo Erras Science hears what, Philosophy why The deafest of twins —singing in the same choir (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) O/L 4-11-2019 | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Stolen Dreams All sleep is barren, the night becomes long The Muse an insomniac —restless until dawn (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Exigent Power Epiphany’s truth needs no defenders Its window stays open the light shining through The nature of being its servant not master With exigent power —beyond legend or proof (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heaven's Atelier All of your efforts… an homage to false reasoning Excuses misleading, art’s truth to disown Heaven’s Atelier beyond comprehension Its masterpiece living —beyond canvas or stone (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Blind Contempt The quandary of physics… a tool to divide A slave to its master, alone to misguide Capable of function, but never intent An eye without vision —and blind with contempt (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Quantitative Valet Science… a handmaiden of knowledge The upstairs maid in a mansion of discovery Chauffeuring itself along roads it has built A quantitative valet —in the closet of the unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Coldest Muse Married to his writing, divorced from carnal love The bodies flesh a token, his words to rise above All younger men still captive, as lust demands anew His passion burning molten hot —to bed the coldest Muse (Villanova Pennsylvania: Ap... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Hunt A gift inside the box... one question left unanswered Whose key to then unlock lay distant—still unfound (Baltimore Maryland: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sighted Blind My dog was hurt; he couldn’t hunt, and left me in the field To wander into aimlessness, my prey as yet to yield His nose was gone; the point was lost, the tracks turned right then wrong My gun recocked but sighted blind —all certainty ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Final Bill Sleeping through forgiveness… I’m re-invoiced by the pain The nightmare real, escape undone, the reasons all to blame Trapped within my memory, each image haunts and preys Excuses gone as judgment reigns —one final bill to pay (Vill... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Priority The first responsibility of Poetry —is honesty The second responsibility is to never forget responsibility number one (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Silence To Collide Playing tennis without a net,” perhaps Robert Frost was right Free Verse serves with no return, day volleys into night One long shot into the darkness, an open end divide Its message fades, an echo dim —with silence to collide (Villano... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Heaven's Wings Power… the father of choice Emotion… the mother of love Freedom… lost child of betrothal Returning —on wings from above (Richmond Virginia: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Gentle Wind Never shout into the void —when you can whisper to the heart (Richmond Virginia: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Longer Free Bring your lover into your world, don’t hide inside of hers ‘A mistake too often made with respect to women’ Self inflicted homicide… men die of good intention A modern age hormonal trap —loves truth no longer free (Greensboro... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Godel Was Right Scientific Discovery… but one grand paradox The Spacetime Continuum —contradiction defined (Greensboro North Carolina: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Forever On Hold A literary sociopath… Hemingway wrote Both gifted and tortured, his words they provoke A verbal combatant, new victories untold His last proving fatal —all memory on hold (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Vow A mind can love an atheist But a soul must wed to God Each troth professed by self possessed One vow —to rise above (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Vanity's Ghost The narcissism of small differences… The egos crown of thorns The sharper each individual barb The more frequently it’s worn A grand pontification Whose wind blows just one way Into the face of vanity’s ghost In jealous —dis... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Promise Wed The soul is not by nature born Or by the earth breastfed It kneels before loves distant star Whose light —its promise wed (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Undiscovered Reverie Does infinity come in sizes Does forever stop and start Does totality beckon then fall away —dissolving into parts Is gravity a lost dimension Is pure mathematics number free Is a concept real if it’s never been thought ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lost Grace Oh, to be good at something I hate Oh, to be bad at something I love To lose what I love to gain what I hate Ill tempered indifference —lost grace from above (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Joy Out Front No matter how great the versing writing always lacks the note That music plants inside our souls words by their nature rote Its melody takes you skyward all reason left behind Pure joy out front to then surround —what substitutes as min... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Eternity's Mark Can time be discarded by reading your work Your wisdom a birthstone, eternity’s mark With experience salient, thoughts never to age A voice for all seasons —the words of a sage (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Footnote To Plato The nature of being, its whole and its parts The nature of being, its fits and its starts The nature of being the old and the new The nature of being —to me and to you (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Freedom's Ladder The word ‘ABOUT’ is like a ladder From what is to what may be Each rung a step in our perception Climbing higher —to be free (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
As Ever Before Often it’s just sound, searching for meaning Until there’s a voice, and words start releasing Then it’s the story, as language takes form Together now one —as ever before (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Light We all believe in something, some choose to call it God Belief the common mantra, we’re living in awe of Be it physics, space, or prophecy, a credence young or old Many candles through the darkness burn —with one light to behold (Vill... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
And You Can Keep The Mule... To whomever owns the emptiness I’ll take forty acres if you please With space and time locked tightly out Where nothing —rules supreme (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
I Am Sharing space with myself replaying ‘what if’ Symbiosis conjoins the jazz in the riff The progression regressive separation be damned My shadow imploding —in a joyous ‘I Am’ (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Zephyrus' Delight Instinct flashes past the speed of light Intuition imploding Zephyrus’ delight Detached from its fuel source tale on fire The comets direction —reversed and inspired (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Reality Bends Repetition inversing, black hole in my head In perpetual silence, words collapsing unread Reality bending, rescinding the end The beginning left virgin —repeating again (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dylan's Garden Explaining a Poem… poisoning the fruit The meaning exploited —dead at the root (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Inside—Out Can there be a top without a bottom A beginning without an end A middle without two flanking sides Reality without pretend Can you stop what’s never started Can you die before you live Can you see the truth without the lie Can... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Counting Stopped Truth lies beyond computation, perception aware of itself Its ability beyond the last measure —of all theory and data unfelt (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Losing Game If lights great speed is but a myth And darkness not empty as it seems What’s true then false, what’s false conscripts Our need to know —a cursed dream Has discovery made us better Have our souls or spirits changed As logic brag... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Your Voice Explodes Listen your way out of the problem, when language goes awry Each word that’s heard, a fuse unlit, whose primer never lies To think the pieces wholly, as new structure comes in view With time and space in servitude —your voice explodes a... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Awakening Poetry, a reconciliation of opposites —awakening the dream (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Singular Beauty Discretions infinity, its number unknown One window sufficient for its light to be shown An exploding dynamic tumbling over itself A singular beauty —in the distance unfelt (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Eight Questions Will there ever come a time when a moment doesn’t matter Will there ever come a date when the days won’t connect Will there ever come a phrase its words devoid of meaning Will there ever come a song whose melody won’t play Have you le... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Did You Dream Was the ending self-fulfilling Hopes and wishes by the score Did you live to dream or dream to live Of a life —that’s something more (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Imagery Forgives The gravity of freedom, the weight of space and time Above the calculated noise, the wisdom of the Mime Truth reveals a vacuum, where silence waits to live As words describe what minds can’t see —and imagery forgives (Villanova Penns... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
S One letter that follows, if added will deem To separate the real from what’s referenced or schemed “Honor from honors, Love from loves “Truth from truth’s, and Self from selves “God from gods, Time from times “Vision from visio... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Ah Yue Shda A Lakota Sioux Elder once prophetically said… “We will be known forever by the tracks we leave behind” That wisdom now marking a trail of tears —any hope still yet to find (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Tightening Noose Parents, hover over their children Adults, smothering their young Choices curtailed, freedom spoon fed Gallows —for youth to be hung (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Now The history of time a moments expanse All memory set free —the present entranced (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Destiny Wed In the Song Of The Muses, the Prince heard his Queen Now locked in a convent, her beauty unseen The tower lay distant, its ramparts on guard Just one point of entry a hero’s reward The mist in the valley its prison to free Through c... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Beckoning Star The Siren of fate lures you onto the rocks Her beauty enticing while masking what’s not A shipwreck of horrors that’s not what it seems Luring you onward away from your dreams A phantom discovery a fool’s masquerade Its promising te... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dark Passage The night is a den of mixed horrors A trap where you sleep with the dead Any light that’s remiss or left vacant A pathway —to gravestones unread (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Science Proclaims The Self Free Will And Love —the three grand illusions of life (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Light I stare back from the last horizon, and scientists look bemused Theologians prey among themselves, mystics stay confused Once through the light Divining no beginnings or their ends All truth transcending within itself —as time and space... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Vita—Et Alia If all there is… —is all there is (then) All you can do… —is all you can do (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) Listening to James Ladyman | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Rotor Blades That Kill We never safeguard our progeny by overprotecting our kids The blankets that we spread and fences we build Imprison, rather than defend Ensuring weaker and hapless offspring —inside a diminished and helpless world (Villanova Pennsylvani... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fear & Ignorance Get through the dialectic before the day is late Don’t wait for an invitation as they slowly shut the gate The wolf now dressed in spun wool has broken from his cage He hungers deep inside our fear with ignorance and rage As traitors l... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Choice Just because you can —doesn’t mean you should (and) Just because you should —doesn’t mean you can (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Loves Denial When you split the beam and the splintered edge is all you’re left with The only one you’ve outsmarted is yourself A prisoner of your severed choice and schizophrenia The victim of your hearts defeat —and loves denial (Villanova Penns... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Interdiction Poetry… arresting the mundane acquitting the spirit Convicting all redundancy —freeing the truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Magdalena Magdalena, your beauty known Magdalena, your wisdom shown Magdalena, firm and steadfast Magdalena, communed repast Magdalena, so loved a man Magdalena, his blood in hand Magdalena, though history scolds Magdalena, your heart... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Takeover The fences and billboards disappear in the sanctum As theory is abandoned —and true knowledge takes hold (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Liberating The Truth With each tick of the second hand the immeasurable on trial Imagination deposed all parameters set free The Poets acquitted the logicians suicidal All reference and syntax —imploding at light speed (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Revelation The older I get, the more distant they seem The past and the future, reality’s dream The older I get, the deeper it feels Distraction aborted —the moment revealed (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Aging The Silence A poem is never truly finished, a song never finally sung As words and lyrics age the silence —all time forever young (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lights Prisoner Lay your feelings out there, put them on the line Send your fear back down to hell, forever to remind Evil in submission, darkness wrapped in fright The devil muted with your words —prisoner of the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Prisoners Of Time In three thousand years of philosophical thought what in fact’s been changed Has a sorrow been healed or steeple been built resulting from the game The essence, the theory, the logic, the proof all couplets lacking rhyme In the end all vi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dereliction Deserting your own judgment —the highest form of treason (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Truth Revealed Thought is meant to provide escape from what causes it to be The soul released in contradiction its spirit running free All questions posed and answers sought now kindling burned to ash The dialectic self destroyed —with truth revealed ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hope Turns I’m most tired of wishing —when hope turns to pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Trappings It’s not what you put on but what you take off Each trapping a hangman —and choking its cost (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Those Who Can—Do Everyone wants to teach until that day of learning comes No longer needing to find themselves in accolades, praise—or love (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Crippled And Lost Prosthetic language can never fix a Poems broken joints Only inspiration can set the break for sure Crutches and canes to prop up verse severely disappoint Perception falling on its face —a crippled lost poseur (Villanova Pennsylvania... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Future Passed The 4th dimension, space and time Godel agreed, Einstein opined If set in motion, the future passed Time self negated —its truth recast (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Venit Una Ex Multis Many fuels create the heat, but one temperature reigns supreme Many fuels create the heat —but one temperature frees the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Ayn's Nightmare Our brains push away as humanity pulls Cerebrum benighted —emotion to school (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Neither Nor Truth thrives in contradiction the difference sharply honed A neither nor redemption as zero-sum is known (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Safe Harbor Can you imagine something beyond your conception Can the truth hide from view exposed in plain sight Can you forget to remember or remember to forget Is all darkness misleading —the safe harbor of light (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Waiting For Time My mind is a garden whose plants have grown tall Their season end harvest awaiting the call Ideas and feelings cross over in rows The laughter of children to lead where they go My thoughts now a storeroom the food all put up Its sus... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unto You All worth free of sanction its value beyond time Our oath most revealing a memory divine The Bard more prophetic… “To Thine Own Self Be True” One meaning transcendent —that gift unto you (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Without And Within The moment… something other than time A consonant failure, its freedom in rhyme Happening once, as it happens again Beyond every measure —without and within (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Look You mortgage the future with the currency of time To buy out your fate with more meter and rhyme But one look through the darkness past devil and saint Explodes your true oneness —the moment ordained (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lost Candle Of Time Can time survive in purer form devoid of reference future—past Can the present become a bible for every sage Like a black hole compressing within itself imploding front to back Its enigma leads to an eternity dark —lost ca... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Write, Sing, See, And Feel Write your way out of a book Sing your way out of a song See your way out of the darkness Feel your way out —of what’s wrong (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Freedom Within Your ideas have merit, that your words can’t support Your spirit is strong, but your language is weak Your eyes are wide open, while your tongue remains tied Your voice now enslaved —to the freedom within (Villanova Pennsylvania: Marc... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Where Dreams Have Laid My writing conceals a deeper truth than common sense abides Each word unwraps a higher sense than fame or fortune buys Every breath I take, the future staked the moment crowned as King All beds remade where dreams have laid —the present... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Distance We anticipate the future —by remembering the past (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Swinging Door Cowardice and bravery Not either-or But different levels of Valor and shame A swinging door Whose facings change when swung A foil to confound The Poets dream With glory and disdain Bravery and cowardice Not zero-sum —but often look the same ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Grandfather's Divorce He never told me when he left her, I’d go through a Grandfather’s divorce The kids remote and distant all contact scant and forced My love sits idly waiting for the phone to ring again Saying “Papa we want to see you” but Mommy’s mad at... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Samsara The discovery of Man —a genesis reborn (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Madre One vision one name Two words —Grand Canyon (Desert View Arizona: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Buffet Of Hate Blood was toasted in a buffet of hate A violent main course —whose dessert was death (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Spite Of Ourselves What if God is the Universe Not something separate and distinct But the Universe itself Eliminating the dual notions Of Creation and Intelligent Design Insuring our divinity as part of the whole Insuring our divinity —in spite... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Either Or Deception Logic is a prison… the truth locked deep within Its laws a jailer standing guard whose warden darkness brings An either or deception a psychic trap that lures Vision sentenced — insight charged zero-sum assured (Villanova Pennsylvania:... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Remembered Take a breath, affirm your life Take a step, confirm it twice Your mind reflects, as words surround All time remembered —truth unbound (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Quod You have existed now —forever (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beginning Again How quiet are the closing moments of Winter Its final lingering shadow passing over your regret Days lengthen into night, returning Blackbirds a good tiding What ended in shades of red and brown —beginning once again (Villanova Pennsylvania: M... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
First Law Of Metaphysics There’s nothing less, there’s nothing more As time repeats… —once evermore (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Plato's Bequeath An extravagance of leisure —exploiting the time Beyond the reach of my Grandfathers —the joy and the pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Descartes, Be Damned From life’s final dissertation, logic must be barred A blueprint of our limitations, its legions burned and scarred In that last final closing moment, transcendence kindled bright The strictures of its failed excuse —left victim to th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Damning Refrain The deeper the words formed The meaner they became ‘now free and alive and stirred from the bottom ‘once buried and denied in moments of pain’ Taking on new life, they glare and they scowl Staring back fr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Our Spiritual Vacuum Is God a deficiency in our character or makeup Do we fill in the vacuum with almighty tales of beyond Is the salvation we yearn for there buried deep inside us Do our sermons lay unwritten —last devotional unsung (Villanova Pennsy... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Stigmata Wringing feelings Like a sponge… The words dripped down My lips Onto the page —staining my soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Grandparenting Becoming totally involved —keeping your opinions to yourself (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Bare Minimum The minimum standard defining a man —taking care of his family The minimum standard defining a woman —taking care of her man (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Forever rented, never owned The moment leased —the future loaned (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
$$$$$ Money… an ungrateful heir Disowning all memory —with your ashes still warm (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Death On The Fringe The older I get, the louder the Muse does parade The shorter the moment, the deeper her message invades The older I get, distant voices wither and fade With death on the fringe —all focus recentered and staged (Villanova Pennsylvania:... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Mirror You hate in your enemy —what you most love in yourself (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Life Support As natural and necessary as breathing —I write (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Last Final Moment Who declared politics a zero-sum sport Where stadium’s freeze and statesmen abort That last final moment in a sudden death game With truth as the loser —forever in shame (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Cancer It takes from your body, as it steals from your spirit Hope its main victim —promised future unseen (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Incarcerated Word What was created to expose, now a fortress meant to hide Bastions of higher learning, masking havens safe for lies Where discourse once was treasured, the ivy droops and sighs With comfort their true measure, the dilettantes all cry Pl... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Through The Keyhole Darkly Through the keyhole darkly, he could now remember his name Through the keyhole darkly, his medicine kicked in once again Through the keyhole darkly, he knew his daughter by her face Through the keyhole darkly, he was now back home in hi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Key Poetry… the key to Cosmology A question for every answer —in search of itself (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Interment Bury what you can with words —and remember the rest (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Divergence There are those who write poetically, and there are Poets Eternity balances —on the difference (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
New Millennium's Curse Compression ingestion The world to implode The numbers decreasing —resistance explodes From diamond to carbon Wheels spin in reverse The groundhog, the treadmill —millennium’s curse (Brooklyn, New York: March, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Checks You Can't Cash Do you live your whole life in a half empty space Do you swear up and down your excuses defaced Do you sing in a choir where the music has died Do you brand all as liars as your tongue remains tied Do you rob from the master just to ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Master Or Ghost Are you the hero in your recurring dream Or the victim of a life undone Are you the ambassador for all you esteem Or a fugitive —a soul on the run Are you a real friend beyond trial and strife Whose allegiance now stalwart defends... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Our Fated Selves Folding in to convention, Sealed in creases of acceptance, Maligned and misled By the false promises Of a stolen heart, We chase the white whale Of validation Into waters of denial… ‘Fury—the rallying cry of our vengeful spirit Hate—the j... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Too Close - Too Far Too close to the flame… too far from the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Loud And Wild The power of the written word… the spoken word supreme Ink to recommission, what only breath can glean Soldiers line up back to back, letters ranked and filed The command to march just given once —its war chant loud and wild (Villanov... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Present Instilled Writing for tomorrow, today is enhanced Writing for tomorrow, my mind and heart dance Writing for tomorrow, my place is affirmed Writing for tomorrow, my name is confirmed Writing for tomorrow, the future reeled in Writing for tomor... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fertile And Silent Making love to the words, our tryst lasted till dawn The sun now a blanket, covered verses to warm Making love to the words, all new phrases to sleep Resting fertile and silent —until daylight retreats (Villanova Pennsylvania: February... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Shadows Grow The mother lode of nighttime verse, arriving late —by Satan cursed The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes, old words unbirthed —in shadows grow (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Open Fields Are you judging from halls academic Or from places where words cannot hide Are your hours immersed in false reference Or in a visceral pursuit that defies All bias and excuse living tethered In an ivy walled mansion enthroned W... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Where Words Never Die From whom was your legacy born, and where does your destiny lie A voice calling out from the storm —a place where the words never die (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
This Moment At Hand Living an eternity with each given day The calendar a slave to the present foray This moment at hand the only time you’re ordained Exploding at once —over and over again (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Your Lifeless Form Do You Bore Yourself? Do you rent the space you’re standing in, owning nothing in the end but default? Do you recycle words until their utterance fails, mistrusting your ability to say what’s right? Do you hedge your bets, never going all in f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fear Now My Prey Repelled by tradition and past status-quo I enter the jungle where hides the unknown Rejecting excuses and all that’s passé My bow is drawn tightly —with fear now my prey (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Veracity Returned Lying to myself… the truth swimming free Escaping prevarication, abandoning my schemes The water got deep, its weight dragged and pulled Till veracity returned —resuscitation fulfilled (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Next Moonless Night Its chain cut again… the demon is loose Deep into the night, she hunts darker truths The hallway’s back stairs, her favorite retreat Pending daylight’s return, when her bite becomes weak Then she staggers back wounded to shadows tha... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Together To Stand The words once they’re spoken, notes and palettes enhanced Not judged in reference, kindred spirits they dance While music enlivens what phrases will say A painting embodies what verses convey And the only conflict is in the critic’... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Black Rain Choking on arrogance, occlusion unrhymed The Reaper lies waiting, graveyard of Mimes Choking on arrogance, last curse to remain Spat into the wind —returning black rain (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Marking Time Is your humanity held captive by your intelligence Does your soul remain imprisoned for a self-inflicted crime Are the wishes you made, abandoned, prisoners of the wind Is the cell locked deep within you —on whose walls you mark the... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Turn The Page When the freedom to think And the ability to write are at odds —turn the page (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Rooted Within Carrying them with me, traveling through time Words seed my memory, new meter and rhyme Spreading them freely, over days fallowed thin New verses sprout upward —rooted within (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Less Risk The deeper the pond, the calmer the water The older the wine, the richer the flavor The longer the gaze, the sharper the picture The fewer the words —less risk of conjecture (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Impavida Blood in my fountain pen, phrases in my gun Blasts of rapid insight —words that never run (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Rage And Roar My pen restrained and kidnapped, but ink bleeds evermore Voices cry: “Something More Be Done” —fury to rage and roar (Villanova Pennsylvania: Dreamsleep-February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Choice To those who seek acquaintance, I can’t and won’t befriend No time that isn’t mortgaged, no hearts will I defend Each day begins and ends with gifted words upon the page My blood lay rediscovered, new memories to age My spirit lost w... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Calling Inward Are your wishes scribed in combat, are your hopes relined with pain Is your motion found still wanting, as you climb the stairs again Are your words now of this moment, is your verse free and sincere Are your feelings calling inward —fr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dragons Caught The tightness of the words protects the freedom of the thought Whose voice when spoken gently —can silence thunder and dragons caught (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Last Domino To change one word and rock the world, a verse now dancing free Its weight unmeasured, breadth untold, whose key unlocks the dream The bottle open, the genie gone, last domino to fall One word pulled out, or inserted in —new meaning to... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Never Destitute In the darkest final hours, I began to write And my words once spoken new from scattered ashes light the sky To begin and end each day caught up in beauty’s distant wake All loneliness filled by pages lined with happiness and joy My ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Cold Blood War is not a career —but a calling Where dreams become martyred in cold blood (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hiding From The Light We worship inside the dark rapture of our own becoming Hiding from the very light —that promises to show us the way (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Spirit Set Free Poetry allows me to combine what I think with what I feel. It lets me drive toward a point while being pointless at the same time. The beauty of the metaphor masking the philosophical content, pulling the reader in without questioning why. Both... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Nighttime Has Answered Will the words come, will the words go Are they forever, how do I know What do I think, what do I feel Memory escapes, a spoke off the wheel Written in blood, spoken in rhyme Forever to echo, forever sublime Daffodils scatter, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Living Unclaimed Present ordained, past—future in shame The Poet and Jester as one Living unclaimed, free and unnamed Archangel and Devil —undone (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Sleeping With The Muse Sleeping with the Muse, my nights have grown short Sleeping with the Muse, all senses comport Sleeping with the Muse, words dance with delight Sleeping with the Muse, confronting my fright Sleeping with the Muse, her will tests again... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
If If we were young men, if we were strong If we had fresh words, to add to our song If we were soldiers, with war in our veins If we were poets, our voices reclaimed If we were lovers, of women that cried If we went wandering, our h... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
So Hard Undefined Neither over nor under, ahead or behind My position unreferenced, your judgment still blind Not over or under, ahead or behind So easy once labeled —so hard undefined (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Hell Upon Earth The livery on fire, its horses set free Misery beckons, the future to bleed The gates are broke open, all streets painted red Death has awakened, life dragged from its bed One bugle is left, blowing perdition’s melee All swords are ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Another Look Another day with a voice —one more glimpse into forever (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Wanting Only To Rhyme Before I could return to writing prose, the Muse kidnapped my pen by decree Most days fully structured and measured on end, but tonight —words yearned to be free Each story cerebral, its words to describe, new plots marching forward i... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Poet Prince without a lineage King without a throne Master without servants Lover of that unknown Hearer of what’s unspoken Seer of things divine Lord among the jesters Voice for all the mimes Reason, when excuses falter Questioner, when answers fa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Gabriel Calls My heart belongs to providence, as I walk that final mile My footsteps bought and paid for, when I clear the last denial My faith is bold and steadfast, a new rain begins to fall Through the fog a horn is blowing the gate open—Gabri... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Reborn Is life about how many or then about how much Is the truth in computation or in what those numbers touch Is the measurement empiric with a final answer shown Is salvation in the lyrics with the word count still unknown Is there faith i... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Warrior's Chant Wrapping letters around the conflict A war played out with words The fury of shouted diction Slaying enemies still unheard Shooting vision into the onslaught Attacking silence as legion’s advance Loading insight into the canons... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Divinity's Hymn I sold my soul for new meter and rhyme Trading salvation for a thing greater still The joyful embrace of one hell damning phrase Living immortal, perpetual —fulfilled I sold my soul as the Devil laughed Knowing not, my final words... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Spirit Complete Fusing thought with emotion, words come to life Images eternal, feelings ignite Lines play in concert, all stanzas to meet My psyche impassioned —my spirit complete (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No More Could I Seek When my words are read by the common man No higher praise could any writer stand Awards and cheer from the seasoned elite Pale when measured against those ‘in the street’ As I’m embraced by those ‘salt of the earth’ My spirit lifts,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Life You can wish and hope for a hundred years, or play the game a day at a time You can focus on what’s at the end of the road, or squeeze three nickels from your very last dime You can pray for still more than some others might have, or be th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fate's Retort To live within the moment, and write as love does now befriend “Light shining brightest as hours grow short” A beginning reunites with the journey’s end “Memory imploding on fate’s retort” A window reopens,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Apathy Your head’s in the sand, the canary at hand The coward inside you, his kingdom commands Mired in apathy, lost in denial One last Armageddon —the price of your wile (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
War A hemorrhaging madness… wounds bleeding again Old stitches have broken death marking the end Unsutured indemnity ensuring your pain Flesh burning in enmity —uncauterized shame (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Thoughts And Prayers—Thine The vineyard has ripened new words on the vine The meanings have deepened new blessings Divine The verses fermented, I drink unto thee Consecration most sacred the blood pouring free The vineyard has ripened fresh words on the vine ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
What Souls Hope To Find An abundance of denial… your mind turns away What spirit embraces, wealth hides and delays “The dignity of the old man in worn tattered clothes Frayed pants covering high button shoes, but not toes ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
New Light Unspoken Nocturnal flower In need of sleep Your petals wilt The count for sheep New dawn unpromised The die is cast A croupier wearing Sun’s setting mask Through endless courtship Faith on the run A Jester whispers “Your dreams have come” The meadow wai... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Dragon's Fire The Democrat party, all masters and slaves G.O.P. left in tatters, their promises frayed Haves lie to the have nots bright futures a whim As the dragon’s fire burns —the thick with the thin (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
New Melody A chorus of enlightenment… awakens me again With sheets still warm, my heart she bathes, all feelings wet within Through steam I see her message clear, the mirror does confirm My words now washed, fresh thoughts to dry —new melody to l... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Island & The Cloud Between freedom and Instagram there is an island, where men go to be alone An island of words in arresting colors, with meaning indicted—but seldom heard Between Facebook and tomorrow a cloud sits waiting, where men go to find themse... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Of Us We appreciate that cousin” said the Rebel to the Yank As all glory left the battlefield where rows of corpses stank “We appreciate that cousin” as the bullets set to fly “But our family’s set upon itself —and one of us must die” (Vil... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Conflict Poetic dyslexia, the words juxtapose The meaning in crisis, where God only knows Poetic dyslexia, all feelings collide Emotions in conflict —a verbal divide (Forum Shops-Caesars Palace: January 23, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Flashes Good and bad are truisms… a qualitative masquerade Ideology trumping feeling —in flashes of joy and pain (Las Vegas: January 23, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Magic Yours You either bend and adapt, or then you break The crux in the motion —your magic to make (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Dreams Allowed Paved over deep, my thoughts below Once brilliant shades of amber glow The darkest light, I now befriend Whose darkest thoughts, I sought to end While further down, the chanting starts No mockingbirds, no meadowlarks Where stilln... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Grief Belies A briefcase full of sorrow… the hiding place of tears One trade to end all others excuse to lie and steal The papers hide the story all documents in vain As grief belies the glory —of a life that deals in pain (Villanova Pennsylvania:... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Safe From The Light I lie down in the shadows where no one can reach me My seventh and last place to hide The sixth was a funeral, the fifth when in hospice The fourth was each time that I lied The third was a promise I made to a girl That she took t... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Umbrella Never asking for permission, always being sure His head was held firmly, his mind had stayed pure Never seeking your acknowledgement or umbrella against the rain His words exploded thunder —truth pouring down again (Villanova Pennsylva... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Footnotes Of Pain A book with no cover, a man with no name Vowels dormant and muted, as consonants reign A plot with no purpose, an ending refrained Its message in conflict —with footnotes of pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Death Be Not Imminent The dreams of a soldier… dead bodies impound A warrior’s spirit his enemy found The battle once over a new war to find Though death be not imminent —all sleep to remind (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Walker One foot in front of the other… that’s usually enough One thought no longer indentured captive or rebuffed One heart in search of love a new life to begin One verse free and uncensored —your legacy to sing (Villanova Pennsylvania: Dec... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Ashes Of Sin A man must be measured to call himself such Each storm must be weathered its helmsman so clutch Fire must be extinguished for growth to begin The seeds of new virtue —from the ashes of sin (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Words The eyes of a poet The heart of a warrior The soul of a prophet —but the words of a man (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Trailing Behind Those footsteps ahead are now footsteps behind The past but a memory the future declines My cadence is slowing my direction unclear When frozen in place on the wind I can hear Quiet footsteps ahead louder footsteps behind Their soun... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Voice Inside I once tried crossing over a bridge that silence built And for mile after mile the quiet maimed and killed My speech was dumb and dormant as I bided all my time In hope of passing through the cracks the exit doors unrhymed My life dea... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Feeling Beyond Can your humanity transcend your intellect? Can your love outlive your mind? Can your reasons put your excuses to rest? Can your vision survive being blind? Can you rise above the factual? Can you see beyond what’s plain? Can yo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
One Truth Deception wears many faces —the truth but one (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Aesthetics Price Quantifying Art… quality by the pound Feelings like hair, part —separation profound (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Day And Night Some music takes me close… some pushes me further away Feelings set free, feelings enchained day into night—night into day (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Before The Fire The eyes of the artist the spirit of man The spark before the fire the vision—before the plan (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Ancient Voices All bareness forgiven the razors gone dry The excuses all shaven no more asking why A soul once abundant my face starts to fill No sentence redundant no lines to go shrill New destiny chosen man’s burden unsung The look becomes lear... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Dark Truth Academia blocks real knowledge, Native Peoples will attest So many wrappings covering their lies, each field does then arrest With logic and ethics pointing the way, their path leads further down Young minds abandoned, thoughts astray, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Love's Delight The pen became my instrument the words became my notes The stanzas burn like songs on fire new voices scream with hope The ink runs free and heavy the score in black and white The music coursing through my soul —to christen love’s delig... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Untethered My verse begins where logic ends Escape its mission new light to bend The easy answer the convenient close Now left to others by others chose Each phrase a path that leads inside Beyond where dogma schemed and lied A light there ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Legacy Planted Mentally on the road while spiritually at home My mind got to wander as my soul was at peace Mentally on the road while spiritually at home My thoughts got to ponder what only distance could release Mentally on the road while spirit... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Shadows Shadows… of a former self Shadows… of that no longer felt Shadows… memories hide in sin Shadows… the future-past within (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Waiting Marooned inside the shallows —stalked by the next rising tide (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Praying For The Light I know that I believe, never sure of whom or what that is I know that I can see, never sure of what’s beyond my sight I’ve heard your pleading heart, never sure of how that makes me feel As I stand inside this shadow waiting —praying fo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Ecstacy I’d rather be ecstatic in uncomfortable surroundings Than miserable —in comfort and shame (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Meadow So Dear A ray of warm sunshine sparkling delight An arrival so blessed on wings of a sprite Its music plays silent from distant to near Springtime is calling —the meadow so dear (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Note To Time Refortifying myself… I expected less and less From you My inner world unfolding All window dressing cast aside My spirit entrusted to Those moments still to come The truth now able to settle And learn My secret voice conscious of What my curio... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Till Our Wishes I lived inside her laughter, I slept inside her song, I wrote inside her meaning —till our wishes all were gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Now—Then When did the global depression begin When did the leaves start to wither and fall When did the answers start questioning themselves When did the love vanish that springtime recalls Now, every method begets nothing but madness Now, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
If The Moment Repeats If you want to accomplish something, stop talking If you want to get somewhere, start walking If you want to be someone, stop wishing If you find your table bare, start fishing If the door remains barred and closed, knock again If ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Missing Link A step ahead A step behind The motion foreign The distance blind To look then forward While looking back The moment flounders The line goes slack The past—the future Regret and hope A sun now darkened Your shadow gropes A step ahead A step behi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Either Or Happy… writing poetry Miserable… writing prose Divided with each word to gift Joyful —with each thought to know (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Final Goodbye Starting out with belief all that’s left is regret Starting out with hope every wish then denied Starting out with love at the end only pain Starting out with a welcome —one last final goodbye (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Coursed In Stone You have money in the bank, but you’ll never be rich With the power to buy and sell though yourself disowned Those things today and then tomorrow, their weight crushes in upon you A legacy doomed as rock by rock —your future coursed in ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Left To Weep The truth runs thin along the borderline Where voices lie weary and valleys grow deep The truth runs distant along the borderline Where choices are frozen —new dreams left to weep (Las Vegas Nevada: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In The Nick Of Time The open West is an iron lung for the polio of my soul Lifting me up and breathing in at once to make me whole Wild and free, its air blows clean to minister my wounds And nurse me back to perfect health —a second none to soon (Durango... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Freedom's Hope Denied I live in places you’ve never seen And sleep in nightmares you’ve never dreamed I choose in dimensions above either or Beyond the pain you can endure My memory lapses in moments freed But fate imprisons all I see Escape an opti... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
America The power of dissent —a true measure of our freedom (Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dead Apostates Write intrepid and unafraid… your ink to stain their minds Each word a dagger spilling truth, new blood for all to find Write intrepid and unafraid, your message screaming loud Where dead apostates felt your wrath —disciples standing pr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Captured Striving to be anonymous, the hole got deeper still Ties were broken, ropes were cut, less water in the well Alone within my loneliness the darkness came at last The wish, I wish, I’d wished away —had captured me at last (Flagstaff Ari... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dropping Fast Racing the dark from Albuquerque to Flagstaff old questions trailed behind me The highway marked with broken dreams of searchers long ago As Gallup filled my rearview mirror the sun reached out and grabbed me My last horizon dropping fas... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Space To Grow Does your mind have a second floor that’s very seldom used A place your thoughts can freely roam safe from life’s abuse One story up, your story forms, its telling far below The height of peace and solitude —with space for you to grow ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Stolen Moments Time immortal, the master thief, stealing tomorrow from the past Abducting each moment, all life itself, —today within its grasp (Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unmasked Time is the mask that all memories wear, as feelings age within Time is the bridge where eternity walks, each footstep to begin Time is a voice spoken only inside where denial cannot hear Time is the measure of what’s yet to come —in m... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beyond Time There a mountain in my rearview mirror a magnet for my soul Pulling on what’s only borrowed its lease to keep me whole There’s a mountain in my rearview mirror calling out my name Its winds have blown my heart to rest —which time cann... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Calling To Me Dear When I want to visit God, I go to the Grand Canyon Where she talks to me plainly and talks to me clear Staring at eternity I look into her depths As she calls to me familiar —and calls to me dear (Grand Canyon South Rim: February, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Step By Step With each step that I take, words jostle and form Inside me they cluster deep down where it’s warm At nighttime they visit in moments of peace Defining my feelings —extending my reach (Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Canyon Dancers Deep in the canyon with the grace of your souls carrying your memory inside me Visiting places where we spent time before seeing each one of your faces Hearing your voices whispering inside reminding of what we knew then Sealing a vision ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
On Spoken Wings Have you done enough Have you seen enough Have you loved enough —until an Angel sings And the Heaven’s sigh Your last goodbye Your last goodbye —on spoken wings (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
If You Ask... If you ask the right questions expect silence to answer When begging for the truth —your poverty shows (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Veracity Can truth exist within a vacuum Can it stand alone without listener or teller Can its words contain value left to themselves Can its verity outlive its many disciples Can its hope transcend all circumstance and change Can truth giv... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Cost The more we are given the more that gets taken away As Stephen Hawking looks out from his empowering inferno His vision to create and inspire anew… Exhausts the very flame —he lives to ignite (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Only Cost Painting myself into an emotional corner feelings trapped and staid Family eliminated one by one old hurts and wounds replayed Each year a brick in this wall of pain to shield me from the loss Isolation my next of kin —love the only cos... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Renter's Sin Own that space you walk within Show your face the same again The facts will change the weather turn But only deep within you’ll learn To own that space you walk within All fear delinquent —the renter’s sin! (Villanova Pennsylvan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Choosing Between Can I still hate your politics and love your music Do I have to hate your wife to feel your pain Can I still love the message after rejecting its meaning Do I have to choose between —again and again (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
That Final Thing Beyond genius the spirit flies Beyond genius the mood decries Beyond genius no courses rowed Beyond genius all time disowned Beyond genius the map refolds Beyond genius a world untold Beyond genius the critics gasp Beyond genius ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Imprisoned Within When their finest work gets left behind The great are often forgotten Remembered only in metaphors of orphancy Imprisoned within the brilliance —of a distant light (Las Vegas Nevada: August, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Oft Times Oft times, The smallest of things Are the biggest of all Oft times, The softer you land The harder you fall Oft times, Life is a present Tied with ribbon and lace Oft times, The one’s you ignored In your dreams have a face Oft times, The begin... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
What Heaven Sent I've walked at a peculiar angle As I've laughed at peculiar circumstances I've aged in the most peculiar of vacuums And went on to love in the most normal of ways I've worked in a spirit of defiance As I've traveled the many miles from compl... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Time Indentured Walking the line, each step unmeasured and long Walking the line, memories distant and gone Walking the line, time seemed forever to last Walking the line, the future indentured —to the past (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015 ) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Cemetery Of Dreams We’ve allowed our cities to turn into jungles And now act surprised when the animals bite and maim Refrain: “The new ‘Heart Of Darkness’ the hunted unfree “Our surprise at their rebellion but the blame plain to s... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
University Larcenous validator of all truth unto itself (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Prison This prison I’ve created… totally self made This world I’ve evaded the fodder I trade The reward is the punishment for not taking part Old scars not to heal as I wait in the dark The consensus, the polling, all truth on the run Thei... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In Tribute Poetry is the effect never the cause A living remembrance —of a legacy spawned (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Future Closed Coffee Shop traveler Caught Between the beginning And the end Revolving On a stool Of broken dreams Waiting For a check That never comes Holding A twenty-four hour vigil For all who pass through Dreading A future sign that reads —WE’RE CLOSED ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Memory's Return Looking out is different than looking back Wishes get hardened with a backward glance All hopes reversing with time exposed The aspirant trail marked —by memory’s return (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
No Turning Back The earth cracked in Nepal with fire and shame And thousands lay dead on the mountains and plains Its crust was ripped open its heart now exposed And lives were then claimed from a heaven deposed The story for mystics a legend say ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Leapfrog All Paradox Are you a sexual being if you choose to remain celibate Are you famous or forgotten if you live in a cave Are you democrat or republican if you’re never to vote Are you black or white in the eyes of the blind Are you young or old in ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Girl I Wed Thank you for the confusion Lord, thank you for the doubt Thank you for those unsure moments when I could neither whisper nor shout Thank you for the people Lord who loved me or hated in vain But thank you most for the girl I wed ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Alone Again Do all relationships come to an end? Through death or disorder both stranger and friend What life doesn’t alter does dying reclaim? Alone in the vacuum —alone once again (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Second Chances I most value today what I used to walk by And stop to revisit what trailed from behind Those moments once squandered when offered again In joyous acceptance —I embrace from within (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In This Moment I used to write early but now I write late I used to seek love but now avoid hate I used to be captive of what comes to be Until time was destroyed —and its lies were set free (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Or Could or couldn’t Would or wouldn’t Should or shouldn’t Can’t or would not Does or doesn’t Was or wasn’t Has or hasn’t Can or cannot Must or mustn’t Have or haven’t Are or aren’t Is or is not Did or didn’t Had or hadn’t Do or then don’t —you w... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Rene I don’t care where I’m going I know where I am I’m not worried about the future I’ve never been to the past I’m not sad about what’s missing only joyful for what’s present I am here and not there —and my words make it last (Villanova P... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Nature's Call The winter wind was blowing through an autumn of despair A reckoning was coming and now carried on the air The winter wind was blowing as the leaves began to fall Revealing what was waiting —buried deep in nature’s call (Villanova Penn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Ink Spilling Divine The wild talk of the wounded words pointed and sharp The casualties mounting dead noted and marked Each phrase a revival ink spilling divine The wild talk of the wounded —dark shadows to rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Memory Past Pain is the drug On which many O.D. Its mainline most fatal All feelings to bleed With birth its first victim And death waiting last Hiding deep in the shadows —of all memory past (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Destiny Unseen Everyone has to be somewhere the lucky get to choose Fate can smile or fate can frown the tally win or lose Everyone has to be somewhere unless they’re in-between Places caught beyond now and then —with destiny unseen (Villanova Pennsy... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Further To Roam You can no more teach poetry than a tiger to hunt It must first be inside you from those things that you’ve done You can no more teach poetry than an eagle unflown If the words just won’t come —you’ve got further to roam (Villanova... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
How Much—How Many How much is freedom worth? How much will time bestow? How many questions asked? How many answers —known? (Train From Virginia: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lightning Proclaimed To be quiet with your friends and silent with your foes Creates a thunderous quiescence which envelopes your soul Your enemy weakening as truth starts to rain His darkness expelled —by lightning proclaimed (Train From Virginia: Apri... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Yet To Burn The words are still perfect as speech becomes marred Intention unblemished delivery though scarred The memories embedded all flashbacks infirm Escape now for others —their light yet to burn (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In This Present Begun Not grabbing but reaching Not pushing but pulling Not telling but listening Not beginning or done Not mad but then joyful Not sad but then hopeful Not before or then after In this present —begun (Villanova Pennsylvania: Apr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Old Hunger Is it the main course of the tale or the ingredients that count Is it the entree served first or the dessert that surmounts Is it the first that was last or the last then before As the order indentured reverses once more Was it the thi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unrhymed You’re interested in the idea of writing —I just want to write You’re interested in the meaning of it all —the darkness and the light You’re interested in the idea of writing —I don’t have the time You’re interested in questio... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Embracing Your Fear I’ve always been good at making an entrance, never choosing to stay I’ve always been good at passing through, most often forgetting the day I bypassed adulthood, becoming a child, as your legions mocked and jeered And answered those voic... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To The Bone Like maggots on a piece of ham, the critics do their work Devouring just because they can, to maim, destroy, and hurt They eat through flesh right to the bone never missing one last scrap Not even a scribbled, half-done poem —have they ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
My Heart To Chime Poor in stock yet rich in spirit, my clock does bow and sway In rags and tatters all unstitched, with joy do I still pray My flesh is weak, my home now burnt just embers to remind Within this trouble and burning ash, on the hour ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Just A Writer Not a professional writer Not a commercial writer Not an academic writer —of tomes Not a writer of poetry Not a writer of prose Not a writer of colloquy —heaven knows Not a writer of fiction Not a writer of fact Not for comic depiction ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Lifetime Of Searching Sitting alone among my books, growing old within myself A memory came back its reflection dim, as I lifted one down from the shelf Sitting alone among my books, I remembered—then remembered again More than just words are on tho... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
What Kind Of Love What kind of love does a man have for the offspring —he will never meet What kind of love does a man have for the great-great-grandchildren —he will never see What kind of love does a man have for a future —beyond his control ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beyond Her Shield Using me as a weapon and not a shield The Muse would parry and thrust Attacking with a message that wouldn’t yield She prowled my light hours in disgust The sword of my fathers hers by right To ensure tonight’s salvation Collapsi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Wonder Of It All Where science ends, poetry begins The wonder of it all —questioned again (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To See, Hear, Feel, And Love Do you need to open your eyes to see? Do you need to have the words spoken to hear? Do you need to pierce beneath the skin to feel? Do you need to first understand —to love? (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Pathway Home If you can take your own breath away —and the breath of others You will live in a world of magic and dreams —the shortest pathway home (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Fire & Rain Shrinking immortality into the moment Ignoring the impostors —future and past Inhaling eternity’s thunder with every breath Breathing out —fire and rain (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dumbstruck The University rustler’s aim herding and stealing… hot irons from within Professorial larcenous B.S. campaign letters branded to deceive and convince The doctor licentiate disguised as Jesse James his gang riding shotgun up top ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
In The Dark Education was meant to provide the tools Not to build the house Colleges wounded by ‘enlightened’ fools Where by deception truth has bled out Young minds are now lost At a very great cost To a system rigged from the star... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Don't Bother With subconscious desire my blood pressure on fire And the needle ready to break through the glass I try to calm down as the muse rises and shouts… “Don’t —even bother to ask” (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Unwritten Prisoners Like spontaneous combustion, the words exploded Molten lyrics erupting from the great unknown Their only warning… trepidation inside the reluctant and unsettled heart Their solemn promise… to free the unwritten prisoners of confu... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Present Betrothal Live divorced from the past, engaged to the future —but married to the present (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Metaphor Of Poetics (+1) Living vicarious… the most important attribute of an effective Poet Never consumed by your subject —consuming it in verse (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) ‘Dedicated To Emily’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
As You Fly I asked you to remain my student But you wanted to teach The balance between us changing Our past out of reach I gave what I could to your memory And you borrowed the rest Repayment to be due on arrival —as you fly from the nest (Villanova Penn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Lamenting The Past Time not only seems to be speeding up… it actually is Perception trumping reality looking forward, not looking back Undercooked moments blow into the future, their aroma unsettling As tomorrow disowns today —lamenting the past (Villan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Our Essence To Bear What if the Universe has always been here, defeating the concept of time Never beginning and never to end, whose story you cannot define What if the future, present, and past, are just crutches for the weakness we share What if the answer... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Falling Free Eternity shook, as the words fell free —startled, but unafraid (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Released The baser instincts within a higher calling —pain rewrapped in joy (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
To Inspire And Remind A great voice has been silenced the wind through the willows blowing once, never to return His words left behind to inspire and remind —of those things that we still have to learn (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Dream Prison Once you have everything you can give it all up gratuitous though it seems But until that day we lust and pray for what alludes us —a prisoner of dreams (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Promise I discovered this morning after all these years, that everyone is really different from me Whether rich or poor black or then white, it goes far beneath the surface to see When I look in their eyes only questions stare back, as I... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Only My Words I’m covered in dirt, but my words are still clean A vision half dried with stains running deep With sinners and saints arm in arm at the bar Each infection we share tonight’s hookup and score Meaningless excuses all scandal affirmed ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Crossing Over — Turned Around Through the eye of the needle Not to the left or the right Dodging both on the comets tail I streak into the light My last wish out in front As words melt in a fiery contrail And with only one question To weaken my heart With only one thing to k... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Your Mistress Defiled Has your violence taken you to places I’ve not been? Or driven you to things I’ve not seen? Was your soul mired in conflict once raised from the dead? Were your walls built to fortify excuses and blame? Have your choices been forged... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Melody Unsung Can you be distracted by the critic or the public acclaim Can you see through the fire and renew all that’s burned Can you look past the signposts and those messages fixed Can your heart stay undamaged as the world tempts your soul Can... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Why Not If a boy, why not a poet If a poet, why not a warrior If a warrior, why not a hero If a hero —why not a man (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Toward The Light Rejecting the parts The whole became Clear… In the absence of Separation The remnants of Confusion and chaos Paving The way Toward the Light… And the man I would again Become (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Co-Weavers I’m not part of any movement Or adhere to any Regent I don’t follow any rules That aren’t in most part my own I don’t attempt to teach Or begin to preach A stronger thread Than what you’ve sewn I don’t typecast iconocla... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Change The way you think may not change But the way you feel about those thoughts —certainly will (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Darkness Disowned Since you left —poetry has become my lover Since you left —long days have turned to moments Since you left —all memory lives organic Since you left —the words return unfettered Since you left —the sun has lost its shadow And since you l... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Catherine We’re all human” my Grandmother used to say —some of us are just more human than others (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Two Warriors The last bout of the night two warriors would fight with legends now at hand Feet and fists wrapped their spirits attacked and of their bodies they would demand Each kick got higher as two hearts aspired to what lay just beyond ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
The Present Calls Unstop the drain kiss the pain let nature run its course Trip the wire start the fire new vision at its source Time unstrung past on the run tomorrow lies to all Hearts open wide the moment flies —past memory to recall (Vill... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Naked Before The Mob Why is ‘Almost Good Enough’ never what you need? Why is ‘Clearly Not Enough’ an ounce more than you deserve? Why is ‘Almost What You Need’ the most you’ll ever have? Why is ‘It’s Not Only That’ the only thing that’s left? Why is ‘In Al... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Morning In Doubt Riding into the moment with pen ablaze past-future on the hunt Fear taking a seat across the fire begging for what it wants A bugle blows the sun retreats twin enemies approach Upon whose sleeves my heart is laid —in doubt the... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Waterfall Unheard I cast my dreams into the current’s wake —on the river of no return And rode a wish down the running stream —toward a waterfall unheard (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
Beauty Fraught I was a soldier, but never sure of those things I was charged to do I was asked to fight pick up helmet and gun men dying around me I knew Those places I’ve been and the things I’ve done all eclipse the known profane Now with bea... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
You, Me, Us, Et Al If it can happen for me, it can happen for you If it can happen for you, it can happen for me When it happens for us, it happens for all When it happens for all —the world is set free (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 1 year ago |
A Viking Crest Ablaze Flying alone over fury enthroned Its colors reign free and clear The enemy stained all freedom regained Covered in blood spent and dear Stitched yellow and blue its messages true That Svealand does not run To hang steadfast ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Gene There’s a gene embedded in every parent to recreate what their parents had done Sometimes good, and sometimes bad, passing it down from father to son To repeat family history through memories past the circle a lingering fate Ex... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Shining A Light We should be freeing and emancipating the poor with opportunity —not underwriting their poverty with welfare (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
What Darkness Brings Twilight falls onto my windowsill Demon fire in full retreat The stars return glowing embers that burn In whose radiance an Angel will sleep Days grip is unchained, the cantor sings while he prays As the chorus cries out “It’s ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Forever Like That Would you lease me your heart if I gave you a dime Would you lend me your trust if I willed you my time Would you seize my devotion with its mortgage in tact Would you love me just once —or forever like that (Villanova Pennsylvania: Ap... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Voice Of An Age Poetry is different when spoken than read The words more musical outside my head No longer imprisoned or held on the page Their freedom unharnessed —the voice of an age (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
My Will On Fire Each time when it almost mattered, it mattered not that much Old feeling’s hijacked and held for ransom memories cold and stuck But the day when it really mattered, my heart was set on fire My will unfrozen and left to sear —in a burni... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
From The Heavens Sent My spirit will never truly die as words continue to give My body once committed to sky my soul forever to live Voices I’ve carried inside for so long now a chorus of octaves set free The songs they sing from the heavens sent ever hearte... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The True Meaning My ancestors were all very simple men, so I could be more than that They taught me early and taught me true what was special—and then to give back These fathers now sit at my spiritual feast, true giants of a forthcoming age And as I writ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Lost Pawn The past and tomorrow —from today only borrow (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Indentured Music is more slave to fashion —than the written or spoken word (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
No One, And Nothing No one is going to grant you salvation until you try and save yourself Nothing is going to award you redemption with cards from others dealt No one is going to save your soul until you set your past on fire And nothing is going to make yo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
April Bleeding March brought me closer to the spoken word March created thunder never before heard March left forever its stamp and imprint March so predacious April bleeding —in red ink (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
An Orphan's Silence I hide in the shadow of another’s fear so the voice may go away And then left inside an orphan’s silence to recount every wordless day To walk a path that another breaks under a dark forbidden sky Crying those tears by another mad... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Mine To Know I want to play not manage, write not teach I want to drive—all controls in hand I want to be like the rain across the mountains Not the river that may turn to sand I want to be that sniper with a single bullet And not part of the infan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Spellbound Using letters for wishes, the emptiness ended Binding together my present, future, and past (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Deep Inside There’s a higher level of being Than you’ve thought or felt before There’s a greater state of consciousness Once you learn then to ignore… All those things that can distract you Those that keep you on the shelf As the heavens p... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Doorless Mystery Hitchhiking through the wormhole, all time was left behind Distance collapsing upon itself reflections other side Waste material of a life unspent flowing back in a parted stream Entry to a doorless mystery —from a lost forgotten dream ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Fair Winds Ahead The better the poet the fuller the sails —and the further the lines may stretch The more ranging the verse set to feeling’s unanchored —the more chances of fair winds ahead (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Cream Always Rises A people once censored their limbs on the rack All knowledge and freedom under constant attack But cream always rises, and cows do come home The truth never captive, enchained—or then owned (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Devil's Eyes If you stare into the Devil’s eyes with righteous intent You will always return —transformed (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Those Places You Fear My mind often visits those places you fear My soul, my protectress, my words as my spear My voice now a fortress from oncoming attack My spirit embracing —those feelings you lack (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
As Night The Day Do your politics define you… are your views then left or right? Does the axe you grind cut sharp and clean or tear into the night? Do the precepts that you claim to own just end up owning you? Is every word what you believe —and to thin... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Laissez Faire Words… the great currency inside my literary account Inspiration, the letters of credit —freeing me to spend (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Recollection Memory… the historic steroid —of an enlightened past (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Indecision The terms of your indecision —written in the blood of your repetition (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
My Spirit Enthroned Surrendering very little back to life, the time became solely my own Which I spent on myself and the ones I loved, protecting what inside was my home The years raced along with my memory endowed, regrets being seldom and few Each choice t... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
New Forests Call My leaves fall distant from her tree and flee along the ground Stripping bare a summer tryst old promises unbound Set to ride the Autumn wind like all those times before New forests call, as Spring awaits —my love to loan once more (V... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Beyond I purposely avoid all words to impress No ‘genre’ or ‘penchant’ ‘couture’ or ‘egress’ The meaning embodies what each letter foretells To be spoken forever —beyond heaven or hell (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A New Path What will be your legacy, can it forever speak the truth Do the words describe your finest hours, were your labors nobly used Will your memory linger and grow in strength as it prepossesses time Can it wrap its love around borders quelled... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Robin Will Sing Those at my behest… know that limits persuade and words orphaned alone into emptiness hide with the snow passing on a new robin will sing each breath left forgotten until spoken aloud as memories fall from grace —in the silence... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Death Wades Our lives were of this moment… the wave made sure of that Winter nineteen sixty-nine Waimea’s fury spat Thirty feet and building the giants all had come Their lips four stories high above too late to cut and run The paddle out a nightm... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Quietude The greatest Poem I ever wrote… the one I just laid down The one to last a thousand years deep in the lost and found With words familiar, feelings stained in blood from echoes past My pen left bleeding on its page —as quietude repasts... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Raindrops Turn A ticket lay there waiting untold riches bye and bye The Powerball on Wednesday buying freedom with its lies All barriers seemed broken through the world at your command Perspective dying, hopes run wild control spun out of hand The nu... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Slave To Light There’s a level above choice where the answers are clear The options there vanish yes or no disappears Beyond wishing and hoping something less—something more All time but a servant —slave to light evermore (Villanova Pennsylvania: De... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
One Time Forever The night retreats in silence, as daylight rules the fray Darkness reigns the past goodbye this moment not a dream The present all we’re given the future lies astray Repeating truth inside itself —one time forever means (Villanova Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Last Doubt Each breath gets me closer, as the past moves away With choices much clearer, turning night into day One meaning unchosen, its Angel benign Forever most willing —last doubt now divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Feasting On Famine Feeding on my hunger the days were longer still That yet to come and still undone left victim to my will Starvation my horizon its emptiness on fire Unending pangs my souls repast —a famine to inspire (Villanova Pennsylvania: December,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Wounded And Free Honing the blade of life’s greatest adventure The edges were sharp with the meaning inspired It shaved like a razor as days became short The last cut the deepest —left wounded and free (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Trapped To worship everything and value nothing An ego’s adulation —the soul despairs (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Helicopters Crash Micromanaged children in a micromanaged world The I’s all dotted, T’s all crossed lost within the swirl Each cup seemed overflowing empty spaces void and null All time and place for life’s surprise —now victim to its toll (Villanova Pe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Forever Marked Waiting to seize a moment I knew would never come The visions passed like storm clouds deception on the run The light was all around me as I stood there in the dark The shadows of misguided fear —my path forever marked (Villanova Penns... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
My Souls Asylum In the middle of the stream there rests an island Where hopes and wishes dock just out of reach At the end of every dream my souls asylum Each memory harbored safe —along its beach (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Last Step Hunting the distant banks Of one lost remembrance A reckoning came upon me Excuses left askance My tracks grew large As midnight’s table turned The prey had changed to predator Of a memory left unlearned The dark repeating whispers ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
New Questions Found Just before dawn… the answers came And dressed in drag, they spoke my name They claimed their place though none was offered They stole a space, their masks on backwards Just before dawn… the answers came Stalking my query with fal... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
All Meaning Compressed The distance between what you feel and what you write… —your measure as a Poet The difference between what you think and how you act… —your measure as a Man (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
His Bounteous Light My pact with God transcends your fear and all professed religion The faith I have, the joy I feel not subject to your laws My relationship is one on one whose heart is freely given To live inside his bounteous light —resplendent and in ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Gateway The pathway to happiness is laughter —the gateway to laughter is children (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Borrowed Time Today I turned seventy, and the clocks all faintly chimed My hour glass near empty to mark the waning time Weeks left on the calendar the moments more than days With laughter most important now each memory through the haze Today I turn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Left To Brew The daylight hid from the nighttime like a rabbit from the fox As the sun ran through my memory freeing moments that were locked With twilight came a foretelling and its darkness swearing true But a light still burns inside me —from a pro... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
In Search Of My Own I traveled from Essex to the kingdom of Wales in search of a family tree And passing a cobbler I then was reminded what these shoes really mean to me I’ve walked and I’ve walked and I’ve searched and I’ve searched, for a name more th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Killing The Past I knew you were coming, as I walked across the cell still in chains I knew you were crying, as the guard called out three times announcing your name Your silence was deafening, as my final meal was delivered at last The time intens... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Always & Forever Once a Catholic… always a Catholic Once a Priest… forever a Priest Once a Poet… always a Poet Once a Man… —forever a Man (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Last Pass In the end we’re all mortal In the end we all die The end but a portal Through which —we must fly (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Technology's Price Creating the future by killing the past Techno Gomorrah —where nothing can last (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Angels Dance Speaking to not one but the multitudes, the prophet bowed his head And blessed within his servitude, the poor and hungry were given bread Starting again his eyes looked up, and through a plain white cloth he bled While standing in ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Look To The Harbor I sat on the rocks By the New Bedford docks And waited for his boat to return But the sun went to hiding Bringing ever bad tidings And a sea where last lessons are learned My time spent in vain For not even a plane Could find a boat headed out o... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Dog & The Kitty The Doggie was white, and the Kitty was black, as they crouched at each end of the floor Their eyes never met, because the rules were set, that the dog would chase the cat as before At night came the darkness, and the Kitty stood up ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Seraph's Delight There’s a voice deep inside me still trying to get out Ignoring my pleadings, it screams and it shouts Its call is the loudest on those darkest of nights When my mind seeks new refuge from Seraph’s delight I toss and I turn, but it s... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Tomorrow Ill Promised Bubblewrapped children disparate hope Spirits in limbo shortest of ropes Control and protection their meaning belies Tomorrow ill promised —eternity cries (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Beginning To End Hiding within the rhyme lies a melody of pronouncement lifting the words up off the page Its liberation spoken freely within times expanding moment giving and taking—beginning to end (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
But Spoken Once The delivery, incidental to the message The format, duly chosen for the sound The listener, singled out with times forgiveness The truth —but spoken once to then abound (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Last Moth There’s a zone beyond safety where the timid can’t go Beyond reasoned decision intuition to flow Past valor and triumph past glory and fame There’s a zone beyond safety —last moth to the flame (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Sleeping Untold Like a blanket or quilt, the Muse wraps me in consciousness Sealing me in with her warmth each night rejecting the cold Like a filter or screen, the Muse tempers all consequence Under her protection and safety —words sleeping untold ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
My Pen To Flow I’ve forever written as myself Few influences will show Neither Hemingway nor Faulkner Not Melville or Thoreau But as one who saw through all of that With so much more to know I search the land and stars above For ink ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Tears And Missteps My words the result of the times I’ve lived not a classroom exercise My feelings all paid with the blood of my fears not a rambling diatribe My trail has been lined with each tear and misstep to mark the way ahead My life a memor... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Thunder To Rain No time set aside The words reformed Again at their own pace No place to reside They’re written down On a napkin or empty space When I try to hide They find me sure In mountain or in plain As new moments chide The past adieu —and thunder turn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Verse Out Front New blood will flow and breath exhale —as my steps go far and wide With verse out front to lead the way —to that promised other side (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Shallow Glass Café poseurs, internet losers Reflections through the shallow glass Virtual wishing, dot.com remissing Clicks and bytes as the world goes past (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Beyond My Fear The Sage brought me to the Muse, when I was but sixteen Her face familiar, her words estranged, my fate caught in-between As years went on she whispered and oft times took the lead To guide my wishes past my fear —old wounds there left... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Intellectual Elf Working at looking studious, the academic went his way Pontificating what he didn’t know, his students bowed and swayed Reading only what was duly sworn writing safe, within the shelf To himself was he now smitten blind —an intellectu... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
To Confess And Reveal Words rushed through my head clearing cobwebs away All letters on edge cutting doors as they played From one room to the other, they matched up and danced And from basement to attic, my mind was enhanced Without reason, beyond memory, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Drifting Away To see any clearer I drifted away From your lies From your madness From your paperless tray The word forest called For my pen to break free From the blurred introspection Hovering close to your tree When my vision ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Your Last Vow Does music have a language, does feeling have a name Is love the sole survivor that calls beyond the grave Do excuses have a reason for the falsehoods that they spew Does honor have a season to restore the faith you knew Do all mothers... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Moment Sustained Each verbal success leads to higher new ground Where the words beck and call with a heavenly sound The trail to my future fades into my past As the gift they inspire —my present to last (Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Piper Drunk on the fear of our own misgivings, we stagger and stray… —toward the sound of the piper (Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Locked In Kayenta Where are you headed… the waitress asked me at breakfast Where have you been to… I responded in kind Never down to the Canyon, though I’ve always meant to go there I’m headed to the Canyon —now go quit your job (Villanova Pennsylva... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Final Cure Truth, the social mammogram Forgiveness —chemotherapy of the Gods (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
My Searching Begins The house is now quiet, the children have gone My beard they’ve left ruffled, as memories grow long With trains and dolls scattered where last they played Their love remains buried inside of the maze The cupola harkens a last candle ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Beyond The Sash A window framed with memory lets in the brightest light Its lock and hasp long since removed a journeyman’s delight Casting off the millstone the rock of age has come As darkness hides beyond the sash —to greet the rising sun (Villano... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
To Dance With The Muse Hopes and wishes step aside, as new words cut in to dance Painting the floor red in lettered steps of eternity Partners now consonant a song of celebration Whose lyrics waltz inward —in patterns of remembrance (Villanova Pennsylvania:... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Fated To Go Does trying to disprove what I believe make you feel better about what you don’t... Is your insecurity crying out that maybe I feel something you won’t… Does the depth of my commitment bother you so leaving you distant fearful and alone... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Hard Won We can all think differently While instantaneously feeling the same We can politically straddle the great divide While below loving the canyons and plains We can put all prejudice and opinion aside When the outcome is cast zero... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Changed Into Song Will the pieces of the life you’ve lived come together at the end? Will the times that you reflected straighten your path out, free of bends? Are the places that you visited more than way stops that you chose? Are the feelings that you le... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Cyber Unlearned Manipulating reality, the moment concealed Manipulating reality, what’s virtual ‘real’ Manipulating reality, the keys push and drain Manipulating reality, technology reigns Manipulating reality, fantasy schools Manipulating reality,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Defensione Vitae The only defense against fate is words The only answer to death —is life (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Love's Release Look with your eyes, until you see with your mind Listen with your ears, until you feel what you hear Laugh with each breath, until you smile with your heart Love with your will —until it releases your soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: Mar... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Ptesan-Wi Indians have a saying,” she said from across the fire… “Until you have heard the roar of the bear —you will not know its heart” (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) From My Novel: ‘Revenge Along The War Trail’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Cum Aetate The older I get, the shorter the lines become The older I get, more welcome is each morning’s sun The older I get, those words rented are now mine to keep The older I get, dreams follow me out of my sleep The older I get, less rules... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Creation Redeemed After Midnight The narcissists fall After Midnight A new lyric calls After Midnight Last bugle to blow After Midnight There’s more left to know After Midnight The lizards collect After Midnight Old tales to reflect After Midnight The ticking wi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
First Destiny Called Laid solid with words the writers stone A fortress was columned my only real home The poetry was safe there it stammered and tried As my feelings unbridled from the outsiders lies Each year added layers to this home of the verse My tho... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Beyond The End Turning words into feelings all description must die The music taking over earth kissing the sky Turning words into feelings we begin once again Beyond all destination —beyond all journey’s end (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Death Becomes Near A window stays open as each doorway is shut My vision more focused through a lens old and stuck The horizon now centered its pathway so clear All intention a laser —as death becomes near (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Without The Other Life without death joy without pain No reference, no bearing no loss—and no gain (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Musings Reborn Looking in places Beyond my discomfort Searching, Searching again For that Poem to tie All the meanings together Making sense Of a rainbow unbent Giving up to the music Beyond sight of the flame Where disorder Now rules the day A word becomes f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Present Burns To live beyond the moment Looking out, not looking in The future lies to the past —as the present burns (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Beginning Of The End I saw the end in the beginning at the beginning of the end I wrote the final chapter before the preface with nothing left to send I walked a thousand miles before sitting down then walked a thousand miles again To reach the... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
My Gatekeeper Every voice needs an ear for it to be free Every writer, a reader, or the words cease to be In my case I’ve been lucky though she came to me late For my dearest sweet Laura —the key to my gate (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Joy I'm Without I walked with Colby, he never walked with me His spirit to guide us, his love in the lead We circled the globe a time and a half His tail was my compass to guide us steadfast In all kinds of weather we stuck to the trail Under sunsh... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Shared Light Let others inside you as reflection begins Your truth like a mirror that calls from within (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Eternity Smiles Caught in the same web of insecurity —we write To ease the pain, to emancipate the joy —speaking truth to our doubts Freeing them upon the wind, all questions unanswered —as our voices escape Crying out names that only heaven ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Day You'll Treasure The day you realize ‘you are a writer’ distinct from what you’ve written Is a day you’ll treasure for what it brings —and not what it leaves behind (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Take Heart Make all of your life a prayer put all of your words into song Take heart in those lyrics still to be sung —before the music forever is gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) From 'The Book Of Prayers’ | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Present Revived Released from the prison Of the extended word Verse offered Asylum And a means of escape Carrying me deep To where the future-past Hides All time to mislead —as the present conflates (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Beyond All Excuse Poetry… Attacking the mood Driving its impression inward Beyond all excuse Wounding the intellect Calling out names Saving the moment —resurrecting the soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Siren's Call Can prayer overcome karma Can wishes rise above fate Can memory displace what vision instills Can love pass beyond —without hate (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Mark Of Cain We are often the most critical Of what we are the most guilty of (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
To Live & Die To live as an artist, but die as a man Dust forever chasing —what heaven began (Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Something For Emily I understand the isolation, what others call being alone I understand the silent moments, the inner freedom to roam I understand the derision, and the label of being called strange With each new dawn I most understand —the joy in no... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Line Conduit of the human spirit I forced hope into the cord Draining the tears of The lost and abandoned Plugging into outlets Of forgotten promise Forcing their light Onto the dark barren screen Charging into what I had charged over before —crossi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
To Pretend Becoming irrelevant at last to yourself The choices have narrowed the joy seldom felt The present redundant what’s left in the end The fodder of memory —and you to pretend (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Kill Shot If language a bullet, the pen is my gun Its wound self inflicted, the verse zero-sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Verbal Explosion Written in the moment placed into time The instant exploding —forever to rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Anonymity Are you obligated To retain The verses you write, Or do you systematically Release What no longer can survive Unnamed, As they mark the trail Of their exit With letters penned in Judgment That you no longer own, Memory forming An ancient speech pa... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Lost Words Those thoughts not adopted and orphaned alone To never have surnames —all bastards enthroned (Villanova Pennsylvania: December 24, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Waiting To Exhale What I knew before birth I will know after death This slight pause called life —where the soul takes a breath (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
In The Abstract The evolution of Time More art Than science Its measure and Validation Astounding mankind From the very first day If such a thing Even exists It is only in the abstract —neither visceral nor sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Only Two Ways There are only two ways to become immortal One is to become a warrior —the other a writer (Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching ‘The Last Samurai,’ October, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Free Of Blame In the shoals of the lake a deeper truth was buried It waded ashore when your memory was parched Irrigating a message long ago forgotten Returning your forgiveness —washed free of blame (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The New Song As answers deceive The questions stand And dancers leave To track the sand Round robin conspiracy Threatening us all The letters all lower case Their finality tall Butting my head Inside of the line “When does it end Father, Maybe this time” The b... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Our Heritage Dies We’re losing America while losing our minds Our spirits in hiding our souls hard to find The nation in freefall all fingers to point One side at the other common values disjoint We’re losing America in front of our eyes A narcissist... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
As History Laughs The Citizens danced Romulus cried Centurions posed in Legions wide “The world is ours” they said in glee “And death to those who don’t concede” The past unyielding future loaned The present flew like David’s stone Their party en... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Black Hole A man paints a picture outside on his teepee A man writes a novel from inside his soul Each message recorded to transcend the seasons Eternity on notice —another black hole (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
All Promise Gone For the lack of one letter, the word could not form For the lack of one word, the entire sentence was wrong For the lack of one sentence, the paragraph went astray For the lack of one paragraph, the page lay undone For the lack of one ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Unable To Speak Trying to make the poetry prose Or the prose poetic again I insulted the meaning With juxtaposition Stabbing an idea That should have been shot Killing a verse That should have been saved Thinking the truth While uttering a lie Forming the words ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
My Back To The Light All of my life, I’ve been trying to hide Drifting untethered roaming inside All of my life, I have chosen to wait Judging unholy making mistakes All of my life, my arms have been short The reach much too long as failure reports All of my ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Eight Miles Left (From My 'Searching For Crazy Horse' Collection) 'Read In Elko Years Ago' With ten more miles of wire my horse wants to turn back There’s dark clouds over the mountain just a small tent in my sack The fence line sits all ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Venturing Beyond My life’s been a mess, but more than anything —I wanted to die well To make up for those times I struggled and failed —and shorted the line The people who knew me were driven away —in vain their love fell Making love to my mistake... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Betrothed Virtue is a lover —that must be wed (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
To Shibumi 'Rest In Peace I drive people away, that’s what I do To stay away myself renewed” My life was meant To be lived alone In spite of what You think you know Inside myself My only home Whose armor never Chinks when stoned My life bereft I know to you Seem... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Lies 1 & 2 Politics and Religion… nothing could be further from the truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Last Grain The older I get the less people to call is it by choice my spirit’s downfall? The older I get the less then to care a life once so pointed now little to share The older I get to never defend the ones that stood by me the ones I called f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Seasons Flow Blank verse And blanker memories My mind shouts As feelings cry Blood drains An artery cut The seasons flowing —stain never to dry (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
True Words Once written, no longer in need of defense Once spoken, no longer in need of repetition Once embraced, no longer in need of approval Once answered —no longer in need (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Desire Passion builds a home —that talent only visits (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Orphaned Silent You hear the words calling, but what if they stop What if the voice changes to cold what was hot And it’s not yours at all but a squatter that hides D.N.A. of its own new agenda of lies Those messages before, were they gifts or on lo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Tuesday Musing Not Before Say what you will or wont but do as you pray Bleed as you will in the night but carry the day Take as your conscience directs but give all you can Return when the fighting is done —but not before then (Villanova Pennsylvan... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Twin Pillars Is there a balance Between poetry and prose Anymore than a balance between these and those Is there a balance Between poetry and prose Or maybe a marriage Where ‘heaven only knows’ If there’s a balance Between poetry and prose Are there rules to... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Your Original Sin What’s that you’ve settled for? What’s that you say? From the library of excuses You reason away It seems almost this But never quite that As the present escapes And you look further back No comfort to take In that notch on your gun As you fire i... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
One Way Mirror If ignorance is truly bliss, and the Emperor has new clothes Then who am I to judge at all —where peace and freedom go (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
One More Message In a virtual reality I found my father online Though he died before the internet a man of his time So how is this possible that an email appears? From a website immortal in cyberspace near I knew it was him with each line that I re... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Blessed To Begin Sages and broomsticks motherless pearls Witches that threaten fatherless girls Curse of the ages old grudges remain A coven of stages to hide from the rain The markings of Satan the touch of the Lord A death plated sunset and winner fo... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
New Pathway Dying in the moment reborn to eternity The choice was like water the choosing like stone Dying in the moment reborn to eternity Magic reappeared as truth became known Dying in the moment reborn to eternity Age redeemed ageless all ye... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Twilight Reclaimed I meet with three faces that come in the night In dreams that preplace masks of darkness and light Their voices once spoken remain in my head Until words are then written pitting joy against dread These triplets were born in a harrowing... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Knife Edge Of Denial Does weaponizing a stolen truth give you the right to lie From this perverted use of power do others run and hide Is this how force is wielded on the knife edge of denial With rules you change to suit your needs your sly deceitful smi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Buried In The Coals Do you think you’re Heaven worthy for myself—I never have The weight I carry pulls me down and keeps me off the path I avoid most every mirror my reflection haunts me still With eyes that stare like piercing lasers to maim, and then to ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Two Thoughts For Of Singular Importance The clarity of your words, the purity of your heart —the release of your soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) Once Denied The words a magic salve…. for the unspoken wound —of a thought... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Nothing But Time Nature resplendent fog settling down Darkness retreating storm clouds outbound Sun reemerging rainbow behind Spring in the meadow —nothing but time (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Swamp Academic eyes Bullying lies Feelings held hostage Locked unopposed Academic eyes Mandatory ‘I’’s Mirrored reflection The Emperor’s clothes Academic eyes Robert Bly cries The pond has been drained Replaced with a swamp Academic eyes T... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Voice On Loan Be it Melville or Tolstoy or a Pen still to burn Know the words are just borrowed —until silence returns (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Breath Surrendered Words apprehend a willing prisoner —verse to fly between the bars The latest inmate with breath surrendered —an incarcerated bard (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Two Thoughts For 10-18-2018 Fortune Untold Beyond the critics reach beyond the assassin’s grasp A rainbow exists—with fortune untold refracting present, future, and past (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) Time Dissolved Wringing the joy out of e... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
End To End That first book That last book That next book That other book Beginning and ending in the middle —they all turn out the same The first book The last book The middle book The forgotten book Memory plagues that already said —only to be said ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Searching In Vain Carrying your heart Inside my pocket I traveled the world Searching for love When fate was unkind You never complained As I forgot to thank you —time after time (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Jaded And Hoping The signpost a warning a resting black swan Its flight to perdition last call from beyond With roses ungifted, their thorns bury deep Last moon a reminder a reckoning steep The doctor’s watch broken your time shorter still His progn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Lost Writing should be like making love If you have to be taught —you’re lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Never Never let intelligence Get in the way of good judgment Never let excuses Inside your dreams Never let the refusals Cancel out the invitations Never let tomorrow —destroy today (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Gathering Dust Living inside the moment, Temporal things Pass me by On their march to permanence Attached to everything But themselves, They stand as false Icons To a time once lived–then put away A trophy case of remembrance… Enshrining what was lost In the ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Goodbye Tomorrow A voice goes silent in the distant wind No tracks to follow no path within Muses cry as shadows fade Their chorus faint with dreams unmade The past abandoned tomorrow gone This moment orphaned the night so long Goodbye tomorro... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
New Hampshire Dawn Coming from nowhere Going the same The tracks in front Pointing to Tracks behind The wind on the lake Reminding That I am still a guest The snow on the ice An invitation Begging acceptance New Hampshire Winters Are white In my consciousness And fr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
To Laura Nyro Escaping myself, I ran into the wilderness Escaping myself, I ran back through the dawn Escaping myself, my shadow had vanished Until capturing myself —in the words of your song (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Salvation Dispersed Buying into eternity one Poem at a time My dreams are my currency a richness sublime Buying into eternity words soar into verse On the wings of an Angel —salvation dispersed (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Four Sentiments Ending In Regret Most of us wait for what few of us get Then start the excuses —that end in regret (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) Inside Your Heart With your every smile, my life grows longer Both on this earth —and ins... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Their Gift Speaking with one voice the silence unsettled As the many inside me cry out to be heard Laced within my words never fluent themselves Woven in my acceptance —their gift to inspire (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
And Nothing At All Like wine in storage, The cellar of my perception ages Buried deep in its recesses The past and future abandoned —time no longer the vintner Fermenting in the immediacy Of the chosen instant And distilling in the perfection Of the perpetual p... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Beyond Love And Hate Can men fight without symbols where victory calls beyond love and hate Can men die without symbols or reason conquer the blindest faith (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Two Thoughts Vindicta The ends justify the means —when the means entail revenge (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) Sum = Zero Totality expanded The sum is now zero Risk and certitude —one and the same (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Obsessio The past faded as ideas came alive Destroying with every thought the status… —of the status quo (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
What Drives Me Still The light through My Grandmother’s Bedroom window Called out to me ‘Calls out to me’ Leading me to places Where I had to go Revisiting me now In my twilight years ‘In my twilight years’ Reminding me again Of those places I’ve been And my r... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Arrival When your art Becomes divorced From any end result —you have arrived (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Myself, I Bring Living in a rented room my thoughts became my own Living in a rented room my borrowed soul was owned Living in a rented room the fog began to lift Living in a rented room my spirit set adrift Living in a rented room the moment now th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Academic Mask Learning should be an open meadow and not a cave to hide When coupled with experience its lessons to abide No degree or title, money or fame will direct you toward the light Life’s one great lesson—living free the academic’s plight (Vi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Choice Never Made If you never loved me, would life be easier would life be better If you never loved me, would you have emptiness instead of joy and pain If you never loved me, would moments vanish as wishes drag through the years If you never loved me, ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Son Of The Raging Tiger Warrior Poet… Son of the raging Tiger Provoked By the scent Of anticipation Roaming In the abyss Of all excuse Preying On all wasted time And wasted lies Stalking The foreign crevices Of each denial Devouring In the end —what you fear th... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Spiritual Rebirth The window open weathered and worn My soul releases —spirit reborn (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Legacy Of Fear On a battlefield lined with the blood of dead letters I slay the monsters of uncertainty —and their legacy of fear (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Writer If I wanted to show you what I see I’d be a painter If I wanted to offer you salvation I’d be a preacher If I wanted to play to your fantasy I’d be an actor But I decided to give you more than that —I’m a writer (Villanova Pennsylvani... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The End Politicians… Married to the sound of their own voice Divorced from those who elected them to serve Philanderers of a bigger truth Infidels in the end —only to themselves (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013 | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Those Who Give Those of us who give nothing ask everything… —from those who give it all (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Forever Lost Music… drowning the words in false harmony Honesty… lost forever inside the verse (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Pieces Of My Heart I lose myself over and over before finding my way again Promises surely I will break pieces—my heart to mend (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
I Stand Accused No more book fairs or tours no autographs signed My words are my gift the privacy mine No talk shows or fetes New York Times to eschew Questions unanswered —my thoughts unreviewed (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Baptism Of Fire His spirit denounced his body on fire His words rechristened —the past but a liar (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Two Messages True Worth An ounce of experience —is worth a thousand pounds of why (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) Married To Words I’m never lonely —I’m a writer (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
True Immortality To live on inside the hearts of those you’ve loved Is life —beyond your dreams (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Three Messages A Bigger Threat Incompetence… much more dangerous than corruption —when skillfully applied (Note To The President-October, 2013) A Greater Wrong Within a lesser right there is a greater wrong —begging to get out (Villanova Penn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Johns Remorse If Keats was right and beauty is truth —what lies of this world have we made (University Of Pennsylvania: October, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Inspiration Everything written to inspire rises above our nature Everything written to inspire serves to transport and transform Everything written to inspire makes the old new again In ways that only the heart can feel —a... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Fallow Dreams Politics… Fertilizing corruption With the reseeding Of lies Upon dreams That grow fallow Upon dreams That grow bare (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Raven Has Fled The ribbon is cut The die is cast The cement is dry Yet nothing lasts The brazen rewarded The hero a fool All reason outdated New fury the tool” A journey presented Your ship to go far With doldrums eclipsed By the light of new stars The l... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Buried Within The differences in life —live within the questions you’ve asked (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Looking Back The older I get the more I see myself in faces of other men I only hope when looking back —they see themselves in me (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Summer Song I wandered by an autumn stream looking for what’s past I slept inside a winter dream searching for what lasts I strode the paths of springtime crossed listening for a song Whose words, that now to me are lost —in summer called so strong... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Whispers Cry From the depths of your spirit new voices to call But their capture in words the hardest of all As the past and the future fall farther behind Old whispers cry out each new moment defined (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
TV Intoxicant of sublimation New ruler of alienation The channels change As the mind stops, And the images Fall away (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Shadows Fall Distant Late September holds onto the summer like that promise you made —you can never forget Late September holds onto the summer as shadows fall distant —and memory regrets (Amherst Massachusetts- September, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
To Bless And To Guide Your brightness, your smile changed my life As your spirit recharged my heart With the strength of your father and mothers’ love Only great things your life will impart Listen to that voice above all others The one that calls fr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Instant A few seconds of eternity two more than you’ll need One moment of profundity fog gone—vision freed (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Demon Lie Exposed Under the shroud of blind obedience, the Church forever hides Its loyalty to the Pope and Rome, it chides and chides and chides Canon Law and its corrupted faith walk proudly side by side…. “Where a child of eight ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Perpetual Present The reason you can change things for the better or worse is because they did not happen in the ‘past’ and will not happen in the ‘future—they happened now, in the ever expanding perpetual present. You can make up for things that you’ve done, you ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Last Reflection Marking time in present tense old memories left to rust The past a distant reverie its truth beyond my trust Looking straight into the sun my eyes reopen wide A last reflection staring back —remembrance so divine (Villanova Pennsylvani... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Death But A servant Making love to the Muse newborns fell upon the page And we named them one by one as we lined them up by age Making love to the Muse a new progeny was spawned With death now but a servant —and each child turned to song (Villanova Pennsy... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Puppeteers Strings What if our reasoned language can’t provide any answers —what if time isn’t real What if the thoughts that we have are embedded distractions —what if reflection conceals What if the feelings engendered are like puppeteers strings ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Truth On Trial The Doctor and aspiring Judge their facts now up for grabs Agendas twisted, the world at stake neoclassic power grab Memories scarce and memories bent all truth behind the lines With punches far below the belt —and justice ill defined ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Re-Armored Worry and strife never really leave They just change direction and form When one plant’s watered another wilts Your heart no longer safe once torn Trouble that’s papered over with wealth Set fire by money and fame Is a sadn... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
No Longer To Hide If we could only step out from behind our smallness —and see the bigger truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Two-Roads Desperate choices and dead end roads One sign pointing left the other right Each choice a trap where vision smolders Each choice a trap its decision charred Two roads on fire the truth igniting Two roads on fire —where freedom b... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Voice Shouts Free The brain writes the script as the soul provides the ink Words forever faithful —thoughts and feelings now engaged Logic builds the platform for passions rolling thunder The format set, a voice shouts free —the truth alone on stage (Vi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Beyond Time Allowed My job is to make the unlikely happen my passion driven to embrace the bliss My vocation seeks to find the answers my avocation wanders—soul remiss My intellect bargains away the hours my spirit embraces each moment now My story when tol... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Twin Portals Driven by passion fueled by delight Each morning a welcome giving birth to the night Both offer one message twin portals divine Two options before me —the choosing sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Song From The Mountaintop The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak bear tracks visible in the spring thawing snow Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen in bloom The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb searching... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
LaLa Land Disappear into your smart phone the world outside is doomed Your few remaining human traits have long since left the room Disappear into your smart phone all life beyond is lost Your feelings truly virtual you’ve paid a mighty cost Dis... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Present Flows Closing the door on my yesterdays, tomorrow looked on in pride Setting the lock on the future and past —in isolation they both cried A Savior instant, the moment supreme, as the now both comes and goes All memory forsaken in times broken ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Blood Line To hurt… just to know I can feel To bleed… just to know I’m alive The wounds of my fathers those never to heal In remembrance —the past never dies (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Liars Dwell Is the truth even electable redemption now a sin The confessional a voting booth —where liars dwell within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Smokescreen Commercially Successful” —the metaphysical oxymoron (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
That Place I Wander My level of concern goes only so deep I care only to there in meters or feet Beyond that depth lies a hidden zone Where beneath the caring is what’s really known In my efforts to hide from the surface again My words become sheltered... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Alleyways Of Stone A highway of regret… an avenue of denial A boulevard of hopes and dreams where footsteps have defiled A thoroughfare of wanton time each choice a dead end road In fated plundered wanderlust —dark alleyways of stone (Villanova Pennsylva... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Daydreams The nursery, a womb where fantasy begins The clay, the permission for the sculptor to sin The keyboard, the staircase to a heavenly score The day, once forsaken —its daydream records (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Redemption Near Did you waste your life just making money Did you eat the bread and not the honey Did you sell your soul as your children watched Was your heart left cold in a tinderbox Were your excuses rich and your reasons poor Did you wake up f... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Forever In Shade The light of remembrance the will’s DNA Entombed by dementia —forever in shade (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Music Stops The jaws sing As the drip, drip, drip, Of the petroleum chorus Dances across The inverted aluminum And the hissing starts And the hissing stays Its smell a warning A final omen Like the last rose Of summer Or the fragrance she wore For that final... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
This Instant Embracing the present freeing the past Abandoning the future —eternity’s mask Seizing the moment lies tumble and fall Salvation perpetual —this instant and all (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Deeper Footsteps The trail of my passing the joy and the tears Each memory a milestone to mark every year That road undiscovered lay before me ahead With faith as my guidepost —deeper footsteps to tread (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Time Easily measured not clearly defined Often lamented more often unkind Its loss we all mourn searching heaven to find The time to become —a new past to rewind (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Casting Shame By darkness I trolled in my oft-shedding skin Hidden alleys I roamed for new victims at whim But at last I must face the deception I’ve wrought And repay every memory that festers and rots As my twisted rebellion turns its anger wit... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Still Asking Why Refusing to define Even worse to explain On the surface descriptive At its essence mundane Restating excuses Ensconcing the lie The sage waxed poetic —you still asking why (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Yes Waiting for the final ticket out, I would write that ending word And bid goodbye to all I’d said both ignored—and often heard I asked the conductor about the fare, he said “How much can you pay” As I held my pen, three letters came to... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Art's Greatest Gift The lack of fame my spirit free A bird uncaged amongst the trees Its weight not lifted and never there My breath in sequence above the air The lack of fame art’s greatest gift My oath to no one allegiance kept As thoughts go hit... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Crown Poetry… the most regal of all gifted language Prose sitting as handmaiden —to each verse sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
First Breath Jumping in I shut both eyes my heart lay open wide A first hello my last goodbye to logic ill applied Choosing an entry frees all to move the first breath to a song Getting out my mind rejects… forever pushing on The ending sha... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Of You And Me There was a time when I was worth knowing before the pain took over There was a time with joy overflowing my wishes steeped in clover There was a time you knew unfurled my love abounding free There was a time when all the world —was mad... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Life Or Death Does your good outweigh the bad Is the balance happy or sad Is your intention right or wrong Does your prayer turn into song Does the blame weigh down your heart Can your light outshine the dark Can the joy exceed the pain D... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Rising Sun I try to write poetry as Papa did prose Each couplet in focus with short punches thrown The verses compact no lines overrun Their meaning eternal —to rise like the sun (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Wings Facing what I didn’t know, the canyon ahead was wide My bridge half built on doubt and fear with nowhere left to hide Looking down I saw the past looking up all questions why But straight ahead an Angel waits —with wings for me to fly ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Snow Blind Structure comes from the classroom Imagery comes from experience And it’s hard to structure What you can’t —see (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Last Decision Divorcing the rational freedom began Releasing the spirit all can’t—became can One final decision to charge and break through The future and past left betrothed—and untrue (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Primal Fear You can take the readers to the water, but you cannot make them drink A thirst most carry deep inside can totter at the brink You can lead them right up to the edge, but you’ll never make them jump The choice is theirs, the Muses dare ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Devil's Potion My cup runneth over your chalice half full The emptiness suspect both murky and dull It shines on the outside jewels christened with fire But to drink from that liquid —forever a liar (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Fallen Blooms Children, conceived in perfection Born to disappoint When the idea And the reality —collide (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Nature In Play The Russians have taught me that nothing has changed Instead of Nazis and Fascists, we have terrorists to blame Whether Turgenev or Chekhov, Tolstoy or Marx When our nature’s in play, —much of life remains dark (Wayne Pa.-Minella’s Dine... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
False Reflection Stop trying to be a poet, and say what you feel Kill off the dilettante both hands on the wheel In front of the mirror, we all wear a crown Are your verses to be written —by a sage or a clown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
File Or Burn Seeing better from a distance than you ever could up close The memories play like children in voices that you spoke The truth is where you find it every season, every turn Where space creates acceptance —your soul to file or to burn ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Love Our Fate If the world would only stop on cue all promises made would return anew The seasons would rearrange their order and lines we’ve drawn—no longer borders If the world would only dance on cue and kick up its heels for me and you Then what a ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
First Cut Knowing not repeating The weakness of all refrain A first cut true and deepest Once healed —its scar remains (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Ode To Bobby I never wanted to be famous, I only wanted to be great I never promised you an answer even now as questions inflate I traveled each and every highway as time kept changing once again I never told you it was magic —just a wish blowing i... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Immolatio Raw and uncut, the Poet sharpened his edge His entry point targeted fury bright red The first cut the deepest and clean to the bone A wound bleeding freely —all sutures unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Choice Poetry or Prose its hand reaches outward A fist or a backslap —composure or blood (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
At Bay Start looking outside your frame of reference for that which stands you alone Stop longing for praise or high endorsement things only borrowed or loaned Start feeling those words you preach unto others no longer idling yourself away Stop... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Until It Will It isn’t… until it is It wasn’t… until it was It shouldn’t be… until it should It won’t be… —until it will (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Transformed Divine Reading for inspiration and not for fact The words paint a picture in my mind Like dominoes falling one by one They rise from the page to remind My fingers enliven and start to draw A vivid story new image sublime All colors reb... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Morning In Your Eyes Day surrounds your memory, as evening frames your smile But what I most remember —is morning in your eyes (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
My Mojo Light - Blues Poem #12 My days and nights death in between trouble in front—behind The devil hijacking my fondest dream trouble in front—behind She said she loved me then said it twice trouble in front—behind The day I got fired she turned to ice trou... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Twins Of Siam You stir it one way and they the other, but the mixture stays just as hot You attack their motives and they attack yours, while the contents boil and rot “It needs to be this way”… the other side revolts, “Your mind’s faulty with avarice a... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Lost Sounds Written fragments Broken songs Stepping stones To hope beyond Music absent Long at bay Vagrant notes —last wish to play (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
My Real Father Remembering my Grandfather forgetting my Dad Wanting to be near him paternal influence bad He loved without question, his smile blocked the sun And without his embracing —my life on the run (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Glass Houses Stopping just short of judgment, his mind took a leap Whose soul rose as substance now ready to speak Words before never uttered or spoken in vain This acknowledgement followed crying out in refrain… “The joy in the brotherhood all ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Memory Hacked When you’re inside, you can always get out But stuck outside, you must plead and then shout “please let me please let me please let me in” This darkness unending, my veneer wearing thin “please let me please let me please let me ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Lies To Withstand Journalistic integrity… give me a break Your lies are on fire there’s hell at the gate Journalistic integrity the wages of sin All truth has been twisted your speech has worn thin Journalistic integrity oxymoron disclosed Two words ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Verum Pretium When eternity is mortgaged —your soul its true cost (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Altar Unknown When we all get to heaven, do we pray in one voice Or keep our wills separate to still have a choice When we meet the almighty, will our thoughts be our own Or is identity sacrificed —on His altar unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
New Voices Nobody knew me, and that was my choice The distance I kept protecting my voice Though others had promised, their words fell in vain My spirit untarnished whose breath I lay claim My heart often suffered the pain I’d been caused But... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Welcoming Hymn The deeper you care the more remote you become What the present reveals no clock can outrun The past and the future for others to know This journey one-way where only you’ll go Those voices who call pull you deeper within Not lost ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Into My Prose I need to bring more Poetry into my Prose… To spill the blood richer flowing out of my veins To reseason the words going into the fire To spread the wings open —on a future untold (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Distance Calling The channel seemed open, but the tuner was stuck Its dial had frozen mixed static and such The instructions were missing, and the knobs wouldn’t turn Its transmission now distant —all frequency burned (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Insulation Vision is to Art As grace is to the soul Not one without the other Blanket against the cold (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Generation Lost Married to introspection, we left for Paris And with fools and dilettantes got carried away Living on melancholy, our quarter was poor The Seine’s romance but fiction —our fantasies played (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Sleeping With The Muse Sleeping with Laura and not making love Lost in her aura and thoughts from above Sleeping with Laura all vanity chaste A feeling impregnates —the blame heaven laced (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Cross Hairs High caliber verse the cartridge hand loaded A new target centered all focus then squared Its barrel’s been filled with red molten fury Whose trigger awaits —a desperate will (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Chevalier Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,” he screamed to the crowd “On stage as a vagabond my home you enshroud “My makeup—my armor, my performance—my cause “Reborn with each act, as I hear your applause “You take me each matinee, you take me each ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Chameleons Bravery and fear not either or But versions of… Valor and shame brought heretofore Mixed pieces of… A riddle to confound the poet’s mum As glory weds disdain… Courage and fear not zero-sum But oft times look the same (Villanova Pen... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
And You, To Me I believe the last person I shall ever see, is you —and you, me I believe the last person I will ever know, is you —and you, me I believe the last person I shall ever love, is you —and you, me I believe the last place I will eve... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Tasunka Witko The greatest of men he bled the truth, his wounds for all to share A symbol relived a life unspoiled, courage all too rare The towering hawk the thundering storm, hailstones mark the way A moment in time a vision embraced —his ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Distance & Separation There is an emptiness between Hemingway’s words A hollow sound that slides off the page The space creates distance as the Old Man wanted From the reader and voyeurs of pain “Distance between himself and the day he hauled in that gre... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Transcendental Lullaby I’ve now started to dream while being awake Sleep no longer needed to open the gate The visions come clearly the music I hear My mind surrenders looking back on the years I’m fully aware but entranced when they come The words of my ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Mariah's Song As long as the wind blows Poets will not be forgotten Their words the breezes carry forth —their thoughts to heaven thrown (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
To Me Poetry is to be given away and never ever sold A gift beyond what time demands —and wrapped in leaves of gold (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Bastard Of Time When time loses its hold do you choose a new father Free of place and all station even freer from blame Your mother is now and your mother forever But your father is a choice much more than a name Do you wrestle in torment as he ca... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
New Storms How now the vanishing wind… The days are upon us last season begins All words are regifted and placed into song As time has now shifted our last excuse gone How now the suffering lies… The light burns immortal old visions decry Wh... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Eternity's Wings The last door now open, freedom’s been found The air burns electric the words different sounds To fly unabated with heavens consent En masse celebration, the god’s do relent All feeling enraptured new joy to be shared The journe... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Future Clear Being my number one fan, I never waited for applause Living within my own code all reasons fixed on—just because Being in charge of myself the days flowed freely into years Dying from living too hard the past exposed—the future clear (... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Life Or Death Up or down forward or back Polarity ends in a panic attack Start, stop the stillness portends The middle a wasteland lost years of pretend Before or after in front or behind Timing entraps with the devil’s design Salvation,... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Free & Clear The night in riches my vault again full The words overflowing old debts now annulled The stillness a fortune its quiet sublime The meaning unmortgaged —a poem divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Darkness Runs The night a gift though minus sleep With dreams adrift and words to keep Blankness woven connection spun A poem born —dark on the run (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Permission Granted A strange thing happens once you’re as old as your heroes The mystery less enchanting the romance nearly gone A stranger thing happens when you outlive your heroes The nuances shouting boldly —permission now won (Villanova Pennsylvani... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
------------------------ The only sin uncommitted —is the one unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
In Memoriam His funeral unattended His pallbearers —the written word His gravesite an ashen memory His legacy —in futures heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Promise Forgotten Are you the hero of your own dime novel Are you the toy at the bottom of the cracker jacks box Are you the name on the wall of the public bathroom Are you the saline solution they use to detox Are you that groove in the record that ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Sun Will Come Up The warts are ugly the wrinkles deep The flesh now sagging deprived of sleep The eyesight failing the hearing gone But words still call —from tomorrow’s song (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Ipse Solus Not like her, And Not like him, And Not like you —I write! (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Poetic Triage Today a Poet needs to cast a hook with many tines To reel in those who’re lulled to sleep with cautionary lines These days a Poet needs an edge much sharper than before To cut through all the excess flesh —that blocks the metaphor (Vil... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
A Tinge Of Lilac My window opens wider as my focus narrows down The words are now much richer than what I used to think profound The light brings joy and substance filling corners deep and closed Its breezes tinged with lilac —all negatives exposed (Vi... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Words Of Hope Left on their own, my words turn to prayer Renewing my faith —confirming You’re there Spoken aloud, they lodge in my soul Warming my heart —and keeping me whole (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The True Cost The answer never welcome… ‘The Price Of Joy Is Pain’ A question forever mired —in perpetual disdain (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Prisoner Of Disguise The words flock together and stretch on the frame Their meaning runs over still wet from the pain The canvas is porous the easel maligned The curtains blow outward faces calling in mime The streets all a-chatter, it was Paris in spr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Rebel Was there ever a rebel on the inside looking out By definition he’s outside —his legend to shout The insurgent, his tactic playing Russian Roulette Holding the status quo hostage —with fear and regret (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Dark Reflection We are never so afraid As when frightening ourselves That face in the mirror, the one that won’t leave A shadow looming over —eternity’s sleeve (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Vision's Gift The older I get… the closer I become to the things I can’t see The older I get… the more I’m amazed by the things that surround me The older I get… the longer the nights and the dreams that they bring The older I get… empty words fallin... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Sagacity Darkness, the beginning path spawns brightness at the end Storm clouds over a troubled youth division on the mend Struggles, trials, and failures past just fuel to keep you warm Sagacity, the final truth —eyes seeing through the harm ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Masque Every book has a hundred messages trying to get out Every song has ten inside of it waiting to sing loud Every painting has a hidden image fighting to be shown And every poem has a secret voice —dying to be known (Villanova Pennsylva... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Thespian Misstep There are stages you run to and from stages to hide The performance of a lifetime or the shame that will chide There are actors in character and actors on loan One change in direction —and all meaning has flown (Villanova Pennsylvani... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Centennial Fury The great American Songbook whose words march off the page Its music now a footnote —to a century of rage (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Muddy Waters The words were muddy the feelings clear The blues on fire —the ending near (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Fortress From the rock of ages a pebble thrown A thundering crash —from David’s stone (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
If Walls Could Talk Sentenced wrongly imprisoned well The bars a fortress —where voices dwell (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
When Reason Falls It’s hard to do the right thing when fate calls your name out loud Where not only the bad get punished in its pursuit The world has lost its way along the path of least resistance Our ethos dueling the hunger pangs of human nature at i... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Symbiotica The hands of the thought grab the tail of the feeling All letters exploding, a new comet takes flight A cognitive power an emotional flower Forgotten when alone —but together delight (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Angel King The book of Solomon the Temple Mount The ruler of winds —time can’t surmount (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Touching The Flame No formula or numbers as Albert had deigned The greatest of mysteries we share one domain From outside he struggled to bend back the truth From inside I journey its paradox loose To him it was relative to me more sublime That thing ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Toll Free The breastfed future stripped motherlode The past untethered —back on the road (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Passion Released The chorus unleashed all heavens refrain The passion released —again and again (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Repose Of Angels Switching to off, the channel went dead The music silent inside my head The repose of angels dreams of a child Respite from salvation —just for awhile (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Memories Of Jim Little Lord Fauntleroy left to devise His future uncertain a past once despised Little Lord Fauntleroy his choice lies within To do unto others or do unto him Little Lord Fauntleroy, escape from these walls The lords and new creatur... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
His Destiny Wed In the song of the antelope, the Prince heard his Queen Now locked in a convent, her beauty unseen The tower still distant, its ramparts on guard Just one point of entry a hero’s reward The mist in the valley her prison unseen Throu... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Riches Unknown The chest is open —its treasure exposed The jewels uncounted —with riches unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Silent Prayer Your passion unheard —words turn to prayer Wishes now blessings —hope in the air (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Fire Of The Unknown "A man’s true spirit can only be forged and replenished —in the fire of the unknown." (Last Line Of Chapter 18 In My Novel ‘Revenge Along The War Trail) …. Published Sept 1, 2016 | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
That Space Inside Leaving room for the reader to grow within what you write insures immortality connecting your words permanently to their feelings creating a home where the meaning —can live (Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching The Eagles 3-H... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Forgotten & Lost Art, the DMZ between wishes and dreams Escape for the traveler —forgotten and lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching The Eagles 3-Hour Documentary: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Miami Heat The sand was hot as she came up behind me singing… “You put the ‘Man’ back in Romance “And I’ll put the ‘Lay’ back in Lady” (Miami Beach Florida: May, 1982) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Dystephany The creative process in a repressed spirit… Its pressure a magnet —attracting the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the 3-Hour Eagles Documentary: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Absolution Within The intrinsic beauty of the present moment Exploding our consciousness rewriting the hymn Outracing the words to an epiphany of reflection Outpacing all time —absolution within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
The Enemy Upon Us Get caught in the dialectic before the day is late Don’t wait for an invitation as they slowly shut the gate The wolf now dressed in spun wool has broken from his cage He hungers more for what we’ve lost an ignorance of rage A traitor ... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Dragon Fire The progressive death knell sounded —one final serpent to mount With excuses now abandoned —the dragon’s fire is out (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Along The Path Using words to create feelings not feelings to create words The letters but a footprint —along the path to being heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Rampage Stop changing… And you will come to A most unsavory Form of death Neither here Nor beyond Your spirit trampled —by a thundering heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
May It Be Said The kingdom of knowledge to its crown we are wed Its light our betrothal its heavens our bed The words ever regal trousseau not to beg Thus will it be written —thus will it be said (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Distance Revealed The older I get the closer it seems The past from the future what’s real, to my dreams The older I get the deeper it feels Distraction aborted —all distance revealed (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Deliverance Contentment has set in all restlessness gone The hour growing short —the day forever long (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Pointing The Way In the search for Crazy Horse, I found myself He freed my voice, as he opened up my heart Sharpening my words like the tip of his lance Leading me through the forest back into the light Across the wide prairie where the winds blow fr... | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Essentia Imperfection... —the DNA within every art form (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018) | added by Kurt Philip Behm 2 years ago |
Ourselves To Keep How much is enough to have it all How deep is the well where teardrops fa |