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Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
If your courage lasted for
just an instant
Overriding your fear,
all excuses behind
If one choice you made
could then reimagine
A world once illusioned
—stepping out of your dreams

(The New Room: February, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2023
Not lying outright
is far from the truth
Hesitance vacuous
barren of fruit

What never gets said
deceitfulness hides
Stalking and preying
while buried inside

The pulpit a soapbox
lectern a mask
Pontification
deceptions bombast

Wittingly fervent
the devil subverts
False implication
—the ultimate hurt

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2022
At last on my deathbed
I reach for two words

The ones often transient
or sadly unheard

As my eyes close forever
to journey anew

Two words mark my passing
a final “Thank You”

(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
A fair wind blows
  into my soul
   —its breath to steal my heart

In verses only
  you can sing
  —of love to never part

(Your Father, May 2nd, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2020
Talent versus genius,
innate the spirit cries

Surpassed by something undefined
—old limits left behind

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Twenty-five years
of saying the Rosary

Twenty-five years
a promise to keep

A last dying wish
her beads in my hand

Not one day I’ve missed
— or one restless sleep

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: January, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Poets and Bullfighters,
death to uncage

The truth between horns,
eternity’s rage

One ****** entitled,
mortality ******

Life springs eternal
—the sword leaves your hand

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Poets and Bullfighters,
   death to uncage

The truth between horns,
  eternity’s rage

One ****** entitled,
  mortality ******

Life springs eternal,
  —the sword leaves your hand

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
Self-preservation…
our most basic law

Suicide proving
—that free will exists

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2022
As figures don't lie
but liars can figure
Right is still right
—and wrong is still wrong

(Ronald McDonald House: July, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
For those who will listen,
and those who can hear

For those it will matter
—your words to endear

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024
We need to remember our heritage and the reason we celebrate the 4th of July.

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence? Their story. . .

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.

Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.

Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.

They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.

What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists.

Eleven were merchants.

Nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated.

But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton , Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General
George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed.

The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.

John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying.

Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.

So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.

Remember: freedom is never free!
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
Speak the truth
at your own risk
Wager fortune
for just one kiss
Walk the tightrope
of joy and pain
No past or future
—the moment gained

(The New Room: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
The writing,
compensates itself
in the writer

Every word
an inheritance,
each phrase self-endowed

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
Do you know your true audience…
for whom do you write
Are your words left untainted
coming out of your pen
Does the ink bleed red
with a wound self inflicted
Is the truth your one Muse
—spoken now and again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024
To write
like me
You must
think like me
And see
like me
And feel
like me

To write
like me
You must
ask not tell
For words
rung clearly
By fortunes
— bell

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Defense of freedom
takes a courage
rare and dearly won

Through wars endured
with tyrants scourged
and despots on the run

The words in place
by Founders Ink
on parchment
closely held

As children roam
the halls of light
with precepts
— deeply felt

(The New Room: February, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2024
Severed from a
knotted past
the future’s line
went slack
Denying what
the morrow feared
refusing to
— look back

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
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 inside your heart

(To My Grandson Hunter: January, 2014)


The Felony Of Language

The felony of language
   is within the larceny
   of being neither right
    —nor wrong

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)


      Unspoken Dawn

The morning returns
  new verses unheard
  rising eternal
   —in the unspoken dawn

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2019
Christians killing Christians,
politics trumping God

The Axis dared, the Allies fared
—shared lineage facade

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
This morning I woke up
  and was already dead

Words shrouding my body,
  new verse in my head

I start to count backwards,
  all time in reverse

The music still playing,
  new song unrehearsed

This morning I woke up
  to the end of it all

The grieving had started,
  last memory a pall

The alarm had gone off
  before life called my name

The emptiness over,
—my soul free again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
The truth came flying out of the mirror,
  its reflection veracious and new

And left without warning, my emptiness torn,
  heading back to a place out of view

Driving into my eyes an image so clear,
  its talon’s spread open and honed

But on wings of silver, it returned fulfilled,
  my spirit soaring—free and atoned

(Southwest Flight Las Vegas-Philadelphia: January 27, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
Withdrawing from the Rat Race,
  my fortune reappeared

The fog now gone, all clouds pulled back
  —direction free and clear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Real education
starts
when the university
fades
in your rearview mirror
Its nihilistic
narrative
disappearing
in the mist
Umbilically
the ties
are cut
as light
comes rushing in
The wax of
dead
banal professors
— melting in the past

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024
No longer a captive
and free of the beast
the monster
walks alone
Into the abyss
of self-destruction
stalking  
a new home
Living no longer
in a black
and white world
all colors have returned
Tomorrow rewelcomed  
the past
on fire
— bad memories left to burn

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
Let go of your
hand grip
let go of
the past
Take fate as
a lover
betrothed
and recast
Your belt
and suspenders
restrict
and constrain
Release
your indemnity
free
—once again

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2022
Love entitled
hate defaults
—buying back the time

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
A Poets gathering...
party of one

The darkness invited
—words zero sum

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024
Oh
to leave all chains
on top
of the mountain

Oh
to leave a world
setting
— everything free

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2021
Writers…
gatekeepers to the past
—prophets of tomorrow

(The New Room: June, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2020
Searching,
I look for words to free the song

The music,
already playing inside my soul

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2008)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
Searching for,
not running from

My mind clear
—and spirit free

(Page Arizona: July, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
I’ve lived just enough
to die instilled

My history paid
—all debts fulfilled

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2023
Caught within a dying art form
a lyricist passed by
(saying)
“Music is my lord and master
it makes the phrases fly”

Writing lines of words unwedded
the ink once dry is set
Time and memory freed in song
—the poet to forget

(Villanova University: June, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
Can we ever know creation,
  can we ever reach the source

Can knowledge of its power,
  transcend this mortal course

Can we join in transformation,
  as the old is new again

Is there really a salvation,
—where the truth is freed of sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
Can we ever know creation,
can we ever reach the source

Can knowledge of its power,
transcend this mortal course

Can we join in transformation,
as the old is new again

Is there really a salvation
—where the truth is freed of sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
Writing the words,
— I set myself free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2011)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
Last thing to hold on to
Last thing to belong to
Frayed lifeline to the temple
—clogged artery that slows

Last thing to hold on to
Last thing to belong to
As wings expand, freedom calls
—finally letting go

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
Obeying any moral law,
  reason wills unto itself

To play the game the way its staged
   —all freedom thusly dealt

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Chasing the crown,
Sitting the throne,
  —opposed

Pursuit once free,
Capture enslaves,
—jailer demands

Clipping one wing,
Grounding the wish,
—motion censored

Weight pushing down,
Hope abandoned,
—freedom deserts

(Strafford Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Chasing the crown,
sitting the throne
—regal opposed

Pursuit once free,
capture enslaves
—jailer demands

Clipping one wing,
grounding the wish
—motion suppressed

Weight pushing down,
hope abandoned
—freedom deserts

(Strafford Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2022
You can’t catch up to history
its ship no longer sails
Each chapter prisoned by the wind
times trilogy airmailed

To search within your destiny
the moments turn to gold
Where bookends fall and freedom reigns
—beyond the past retold

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
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 option, death allowed,
  but only if I’m willing

To marry freedom’s hope denied
   —and **** my soul’s foretelling

(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2020
Redefining the past
for tomorrow

Memory’s promise
—reimagined again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2022
Life is about suffering
—acceptance brings peace

(The New Room: October, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
Belief in the end…
  if truth be your cross

To break or to bend
  veracity’s cost

Last judgment your own
  hawks chase as doves fly

One choice to atone
—when free of all lies

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