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Immortality
a panacea
if not for the cost
— mortality

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2022
A minute to make a moment
the instant to endear
A vow to make a marriage
more committed year to year

A ribbon to make a bow
once the tie is fastened right
A hope turned into wishes
wrapping tidings ever tight

A man begets a son
with his legacy passing on
A matriarchal mother
making lullabies of songs

All time forever timeless
past—future in default
As fate unlocks eternal
the Muse inside your vault

(The New Room: June, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
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 wardrobe,
gold patches on your sleeves

To hide the truth you’ve left unsaid
—forever to deceive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2017
Like water,
  I went where I wanted to go

Running free,
  through eternity’s ebb and its flow

Like the rain,
  I fell through the thunder below

Washing clean
—that dear and forever to know

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
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, forever to share
  —granting wishes with its hope

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
The joy of a simple walk
The company of a treasured dog
With peace as my roadmap
I’m pulled deeper inside

Each step brings me closer
To myself in this moment
As the past and the future
Drift slowly aside

All bliss disconnected
From place or event
Its joy now sustaining
And unendingly mine

The time of the season
All seasons do abound
New light from within
  —here forever to shine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
The joy of a simple walk
The company of a treasured dog
With peace as my guide
I step deeper inside

Each stride brings me closer
To myself in this moment
As the past and future
Drift slowly away

All bliss now disconnected
From place or event
Its joy sustaining
And unendingly mine

The time of the season
All seasons do abound
New light from within
  —here forever to shine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2017
If no man is an island,
  what can one man be

If no man stands alone,
  to write the words, himself to free

If never beats that distant drum,
  one marching out of step

Who will swim against the tide,
—their ink forever wet

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
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

Some men will cast their seeds
  upon a desert hot and dry

Some men will start to questioning,
  forever asking why

Some men to wile their time away,
  lamenting where its gone

Some men to live entire lives,
  not knowing right from wrong

Some men will cry when milk is spilt,
  some men pick up the glass

Some men to try a different ilk,
  molasses hardening fast

Some men will try to say hello,
  wrapped in a last goodbye

Most men will die alone in bed
  —forever wondering why

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Run away from the what,
  let the how lead the way
Keep the questions before you
  and the answers at bay

Deem your motion perpetual
  with all stops left behind
As those presents unwrapped
  open up in your mind

May the wind rise to greet you
  and your sun never set
On those places now ******
  and a lover unmet

May the wisdom of sages
  be your rallying cry
As you course through the ages
  —forever wondering why

(Train-New Haven: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
A captive of his genius
And prisoner of his insight
The Jester played New York
Like a fiddler on the run
The truth always just a step
Ahead or behind his perception
The music caught in between
Like an opera singer’s pause for breath
‘The Times Were A Changing’
—and he was left forever wondering why

(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
Run away from the what,
  let the how lead the way
Keep the questions before you,
  and the answers at bay

Deem your motion perpetual,
  with all stops left behind
As those presents unwrapped,
  open up in your mind

May the wind rise to greet you,
  and your sun never set
On those places now ******,
  that you still haven’t met

May the wisdom of sages,
  be your rallying cry
As you course through the ages,
  ever wondering why

(Train-New Haven: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
Run away from the what
  let the how lead the way
Keep the questions before you
  and the answers at bay

Deem your motion perpetual
  with all stops left behind
As those presents unwrapped
  open up in your mind

May the wind rise to greet you
  and your sun never set
On those places now ******
  and a lover unmet

May the wisdom of sages
  be your rallying cry
As you course through the ages
  —forever wondering why

(Train-New Haven: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
Between what is and isn’t,
lies a canvas of what could be

Colors in contrasting unison,
tomorrow’s brush strokes—paint can free

Shores of promise, woods of joy,
  still-life in eternal relief

Framing as one, styled for all,
  its message forever—yet brief

(Train from Fredericksburg: April, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Is a poem ever finished...
or a song completely sung

Does today end with tomorrow
—is love forever young

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2022
Be proud you’re a Poet
be careful who you tell
Your words once absconded
—from heaven to hell

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024
Waiting on
a distant wind
to carry me
away
And blow across
these borders
of tomorrow’s
yesterday
To lead me back
inside myself
while hearing
the old hymns
Remembering
what the past forgot
to see the light
— again

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
The tension between
two disparate answers

Reinvents the question
—rebirthing the truth

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
I said goodbye today….
  saying for months
  what I’d been trying to say

Alone in the throng
  staring down at the hole
  they had laid you upon

I remember
  the laughter
  and the joy that we shared

I remember
  the promise
  that we made on a dare

“Never
  to end up like this,”
  we had taken the same vow

Each
  empowering the other
  to end it before now

I could not
  pull that plug
  or flush down that drain

The guilt
  hanging heavy,
  the memory left stained

I hope
  you now see me
  from a much better place

And take pity
  on my failing
  my one great disgrace

The backhoe
  is coming,
  the mourners have gone

Please forgive me
  I beg,
  I’ll be with you before long

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
I never read it,
  the way it was written

I never wrote it,
  the way it should read

The lines connected,
  were for me to be broken

A lesson once ending,
  is where I began

I spoke out of time,
  out of place…out of line

I wrote what I saw,
  once the future was gone

I prided myself,
  in a vision self nurtured

Asking permission for nothing,
  —and forgiveness for less

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
I never read it,
the way it was written

I never wrote it,
the way it should read

The lines connected,
were for me to be broken

A lesson once ending,
is where I began

I spoke out of time,
out of place…out of line

I wrote what I saw,
once the future was gone

I prided myself,
in a vision self nurtured

Asking permission for nothing
—and forgiveness for less

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn,
  old voices went astray

And fast on the morning of no return,
  final judgment came to stay

Crashing like a wave was the prophet’s voice,
  this time not to be ignored

Washing away all excuse and false remorse
  with damnation—forgotten Lord

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn,
  old voices went astray

And fast on the morning of no return,
  final judgment came to stay

Crashing like a wave was the prophet’s voice,
  this time not to be ignored

Washing away all excuse and false remorse
  with damnation
     —forgotten Lord

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
Art, the DMZ
  between wishes and dreams

Escape for the traveler
  —forgotten and lost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching The Eagles 3-Hour Documentary: June, 2016)
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)
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