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Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
Victory is a lover
—that must be wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
Virtue is a lover
  —that must be wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
I didn’t stay young
but I never got old
My cards often weak
when watching you fold
I sailed into weather
the saltiest balked
And bit off big pieces
while walking my talk

I painted with brushes
DaVinci had blessed
And wandered and wondered
much better than best
I took from my heart
and gave to my soul
The circle expanding
— three halves to my whole

(The New Room: April, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2021
Is reason the straightest road
to percipience
Or is truth intuition
—memory’s black hole

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
The past doesn’t pass away quickly enough
   the future on the run

The present an echo between two lies
  —as the moment never comes

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Be wary of that trap once set
  —for yourself

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
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

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
The River….
Passing water
Through time
Its message
Deliverable
Beyond the millennia
Beyond the confusion
  —beyond

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2013)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
The only way to cross eternity
  is in a poem

Distance not measured in miles or years,
—epic ballads to intone

The light speed meteor will chase forever
  the wake of verses flown

Where words fly silent and words fly deep,
  —beyond a future heaven loaned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Using me as a weapon
  and not a shield

The Muse would
  parry and ******

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

Collapsing the moment
  reversing my sight

Each cut
  a revelation

All time was dead
  its hours uncast

As she thundered out a
  mystery

Her lightning destroying
  all futures past

My soul
  —in forced recovery

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2018
What man can’t understand
  he often chooses to believe

Where lying just beyond his grasp
  all faith and dogma bleed

What man can’t understand
  he follows blindly ill conceived

A void to fill as darkness hides
—a fantasy supreme

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
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 of his sentence

Along a road predestined,
   mirrored by the face of denial,
   redemption unreflected—beyond his view

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2023
There’s no greater distance
—than closeness lost

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
In youth,
  my writing slaved beneath my leisure

To answer questions
  only when the pen aroused

But as grayness enters now
  on a near horizon

New feelings past my age emerge,
  —beyond my doubt

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 1977)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
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 to bleed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
From the Devil’s stable,
I picked the fastest stallion

And rode beyond perdition
—through eternity’s flames

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2024
Many things
exist beyond
never
truly known
Every night
I die asleep
in dreams
left unatoned

Waking up
the weight’s still there
each breath
in labor bound
As voices live
within my ear
answers
— still unfound

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2019
The borders of space
—where limits go to die

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Risking it all
in the earthbound sky

Her summit was calling,
the weather defies

An avalanche beckoned,
one Sherpa was lost

A trek through the death zone,
another one gone

The temperature dropping,
the oxygen sparse

My crampons now heavy
and feeling much worse

To retreat or push on,
the danger the same

All hail Sagarmatha
—still calling my name

(Memories Of Nepal: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2022
Laboring in obscurity
my dog forgets my name
The hours pass, the moments fade
with every day the same

My faith a light that dwindles
belief the final straw
In darkness splayed, my hope betrays
—no luck beyond the draw

(The New Room: June, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Neither one thing,
nor three things,
nor ten things
—but nothing

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2023
When everything around us
is dead and gone

All we have left
—is the Word

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
You can burn a book,
but never burn its truth
The flames sear the meaning,
tattooed at the root

Dousing this sacrilege,
my felony went untried
Escaping with the Muse in tow
—a fugitive decried

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2020
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 footnote
to a novel other writ
Our searching doomed to wander back
—beyond the starts and fits

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2017
Can you escape your own intelligence,
  can you cross that final line

Can you release your own magnificence,
  starting over, redefined

Can you see beyond your vision,
  can you wish beyond your dreams

Can you think beyond your knowing,
—can you love beyond the gleam

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2020
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 wind
—each other we have found

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2022
Is anyone who's dead as great
as anyone still living
Is legacy stronger than force of will
within those still alive

Can what’s been done command the state
of promise still forthcoming
Is speaking loud beyond the grave
an edict best unheard

(The New Room: June, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
Who speaks to you sincerely,
  who calls your name out loud

Who plates your image clearly,
  and picks you from the crowd

Who tends your words forespoken,
  as you wander near and far

Who waits for you rewoken,
—just beyond the nearest star

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Who speaks to you sincerely,
who calls your name out loud

Who plates your image clearly,
and picks you from the crowd

Who tends your words forespoken,
as you wander near and far

Who waits for you rewoken
—beyond the nearest star

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Art….
  immortality's window
   —to open or close

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2023
The universe got smaller
as my mind expanded out
The limits of imagination
endless in redoubt

Each flash the moment changes
passing light that rushes in
The cosmos but a blinking eye
—when out beyond the rim

(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
Is identity a reference
to all that I’m not
or something else again
Is what I’m becoming
and what I am
in contrast clearly plain
Or then is it more
and crossing over
to what I’ve not yet been
The border amorphous
where gravity pulls
—to dance beyond the rim

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
A window framed with memory
  emits the brightest light

Its lock and hasp long since removed
  a journeyman’s delight

Casting off the millstone
  the rock of age has come

Where darkness hides beyond the sash
  —inside a rising sun

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
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

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
If consciousness were to exist
  beyond the self

What opinions
  might it change

Can something exist outside its
  own space

Can something be something
  it’s not

Is time the new slave
  to the master it birthed

Can the end
  be started again

Can the future or past,
  exist on their own

Can the present
  be something untouched

Can you believe what the facts
will disprove or disclaim

With reflection beyond logic
  and guilt

Can you teach what you’ve learned
  in spite of yourself

Can your silence
  tame the mountainous roar

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
Outwriting
insecurity
each word
tears down the wall
Endorsing
his humanity
thoughts into feelings
fall
The truth
beyond the shadows
unspoken
in the light
Waiting
for a voice set free
that makes it
—through the night

(The New Room: November, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2017
Knowing the music wouldn’t last,
  his lyrics waxed poetic

Becoming immortal beyond the sound
—all history bowing within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
My head is neatly organized
  my heart on fire again

Thoughts escaping, love unleashed
  emotion teared and stained

All conflict over—fate in charge
  direction hard and fast

As Venus leads beyond the sun
  Apollo in the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2020
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: September, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2021
I don’t write for you,
I don’t write for me
—I write for them

(Cooke City Montana: September, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Like clubs inside my golf bag
  each verse a different face

Some to drive straight down the course
  others lift and then embrace

My swing is oft adjusted
  as words take off and fly

And landing safe beyond the trap
—to make the devil cry

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2022
Wandering in the desert
profanity infused me
Each word like a scorpion
the curses on fire

The sand an abrasive
the cactus a warning
The sting of my words
—killing prophet and liar

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
Like a boy in the wild
raised by wolves
my poetry is sired
Tracking the scent
of each hunted word
traps set for me most dire
Uncaught or caged
by academia
my trail still honor bound
To wander freely
beyond the wind
— alone to stand my ground

(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2022
My Son…
a living poem
my deepest insight
—and greatest love

(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
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