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Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2021
All the young Jews,
all the young Christians,
all the young Muslims,
debt to confuse

Abraham crying,
prophesy fading,
hellish debentures
—Heaven to lose

(The New Room: July, 2021) O
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
The question you didn’t have to ask...
the only answer you need

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
Good feelings or bad...
  results the same
When a nerve is struck
  to start the game

The words can soften
  or strike with fear
Once through the surface
—the truth is near

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
Must God stay beyond our
  understanding

His prophecy to conscript
  and confuse

Are the Trinity and  
  Resurrection

Both miracles or only
  a ruse

Do we build temples to
  our edification

Storing Icons that judge
  and decry

Is the Bible fictitious
  or sacred

Is Redemption the truth
  or a lie

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
We meet adversity,
  friend or foe

One to run from,
  the other to know

Their dress identical,
  intention the same

Accepted—Rejected,
  the truth is renamed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
Adversity’s Twins,
friend or foe

One to run from,
and one to know

Their dress Identic,
fame or blame

Accepted—Rejected,
truth renamed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2019
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 at last

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2020
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 made out of stone

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
Is freedom a mere habit
  or by will prescribed

Are our actions predetermined
  or self applied

Is consciousness a desert
  or paradise unclaimed

Each thought an oasis
  —watering truth’s refrain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
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

Does truth still ask
for more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
A hunter of the frozen past,
  I stalk all time unanswered

To **** the demon inside the ice
  with eyes that burn,
  —its truth to thaw

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
A hunter of the frozen past…
I stalk all glaciered time

To **** the demon inside the ice,
with eyes that burn—its truth to thaw

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2018
My life has been folded over
  at least a hundred times

With twilight comes exposure
  and a reckoning sublime

Each crease a thing I’d never done
   each fold a place I’d hide

Now one by one the truth unwraps
—my secrets open wide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Stop trying to be clever,
  and try to be smart

The coyote said
  to the fox

The hunters are coming,
  the bounty’s been offered

Their traps are all baited
  and boxed

Stop trying to be clever,
  and try to be smart

The coyote to the fox  
  said again

There’s a reason your fur
  is always in season

And mine, never coated
  —or skinned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
       'For My Grandchildren'
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2018
Stop trying to be clever,
  and try to be smart

The coyote said
  to the fox

The hunters are coming,
  the bounty’s been offered

Their traps are all baited
  and boxed

Stop trying to be clever,
  and try to be smart

The coyote to the fox  
  said again

There’s a reason your fur
  is always in season

And mine, never coated
   —or skinned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)  
         ‘For My Grandchildren’
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Don’t make things lighter
by clipping your wings
The jet stream is calling,
truth in the wind

Drop the excuses,
there’re reasons to blame
You can’t **** the darkness
—banning the flame

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
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 Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

        A Final Amen

Through critical discussion
  he walked in the night

And passed all the doubters
  embracing their fright

After giving it once,
  he gave forever again

For that bigger than him
  —and that final amen

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2024
Commercial success
the lie of tomorrow
Wrapped in the death
— of today

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2020
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)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
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 terms,
  I lived my life
The lows though not many,
  the pain always right

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
Words ever radiant,
  the music so fair

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
The sweetness of children,
  my soul they ensnared

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
The darkest of moments,
  their message to share

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
A voice though unchosen,
  inside me declares

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
As the days grew short,
  and the visitors came

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
Their voices cry out,
  calling my name

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
One verse was enough,
  no time to explain

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
My final breath,
  a lasting refrain

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
The money fleeting,
  any fame now gone

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
A 5-star boardinghouse,
  no curtains drawn

On my own terms,
  I lived my life
With arms open wide,
  and the peace to move on

On my own terms,
  I ended my life
All that I’ve written
  —turned back into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
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,
  how deep is your well

How solid are your friendships,
  how many pray tell

How sweet is your melody,
  how lyrical the dawn

Will your words play a rhapsody
  —once turned into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
To write poetry on the battlefield
  is to write poetry from the heart

Words to cover the scars and wounds
  grief peeling back like bark

Each verse fired like a rifle
  with bayonet attached

Its volley sharpened and to the point
   the blood spilled—turning black

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
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 deception,
and carve into bone

The blood trail that follows,
all sages can track

Incisive, unsutured
—the truth turning black

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
To write poetry on the battlefield…
  intrepid from the heart

Its words to cover scars and wounds
  grief peeling back like bark

Each verse fired like a rifle shot
  with bayonet attached

All volleys sharp and to the point
   the blood spilled—turning black

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2016
With a new honesty,
  I began to write

As the fog was cleared,
  liberating my sight

From lies and confusion,
  the wrongs became right

My days now lengthened,
—turning darkness to light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2020
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
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 Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2016
My pen would be dry if the world
  were the only cry for more

But Laura’s voice from within,
  asserts with a solemn command

Kindling my eternal fire—stoking the
  questioning cord

Burning away the doubt,
—and turning me back around

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2021
Living within the bookends of time
those feelings unturned
each page a new rhyme

From cover to cover the verses conceal
the moments most precious
—my truth to reveal

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
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 letters gone

All strength inside their union,
—where quiet turns to song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
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 Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
When the freedom
  to think

And the ability to write
  are at odds

    —turn the page

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
When the freedom
  to think

And the ability to write
  are at odds

    —turn the page

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
TV
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
TV
Intoxicant of sublimation
New ruler of alienation
The channels change
As the mind stops,
And the images
Fall away

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2013)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2018
Wonder divides the day,
—as fear stalks the night

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2017
Darkness, tearing into the light,
  talons that blind

Redemption, covered in blight,
  the omen reminds

Chasing the last ray,
  horizon diminished and gone

Words screaming goodbye,
  as twilight devours your song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2021
The farther away you get from your essence
—the longer your nights become

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2021
Night often falls
with the matter unsettled

The pudding unstirred
—as choices recant

(Amtrak R5: June, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
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 storm
Only quieting down
  when new offspring are born
And then able to sleep
  once each orphan is named
Their breath I still feel
  —in the twilight reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2023
Days weave together
as night tears at the seams
Light as it vanishes
deserting my dreams

The sun making promises
darkness reneges
The truth stays an orphan
that both will misgive

The rooster to signal
that devil’s retreat
Hope spawning a sunrise
where wishes beseech

All joy upon waking
released from the pall
The clock now a weapon
that hangs on the wall

In mutual exclusion
our psyches must live
A ****** symbiosis
all take and no give

But hands will fall southward
the shadows reborn
This daydream a nightmare
—as twilight sojourns  

(Bryn Mawr College: April, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Clapton at the ‘Crossroads,’
  virtuoso running free

Winwood pounding ‘I’m A Man,’
  his genius at the keys

Tonight inside the ‘Garden,’
  time stopped as God decreed

Twin fathers back together,
  —the ‘Blues’ their history

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Clapton at the ‘Crossroads,’
virtuoso running free

Winwood pounding ‘I’m A Man,’
his genius at the keys

Tonight inside the ‘Garden’
time stopped as God decreed

Twin fathers back together
—the ‘Blues’ their history

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2021
Some will find out who they are
then write of what they’ve found

And some will write to unmask
who they are as they expound

One spawns introspection
and a self-deliberate tone

The other births a magic ride
—whose terminus unknown

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2021
With one pen in the inkwell,
eternity got wet

The words to dance and laugh and pray,
phrasing’s still unmet

With one pen in the inkwell,
the future kissed the past

The moments now, the moments then
—Siamese at last

(Haverford College: January, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
If
number
is the ruler
of form

Then
beauty
the true empress
of love

(To Pythagoras: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
My right brain writes the Poetry,
my left brain writes the Prose

Separate but together
—each voice the other knows

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
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 be broken
Where anything goes

Or is the real balance
Between poetry and prose
Truth sitting on top
  —their twin pillars below

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
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