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Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2023
Lies and the truth
both fade into memory
Time caring not
whether credence or farce

Married together
they drift into silence
Passing forgotten
—through legend and curse

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
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 Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2019
Poetry...
barbell of the written word

Resistance exercise
—for the status-quo

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2020
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 reasons left truant, excuses to reign
in darkness—my soul to belong

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2018
Old by the numbers
  refusing to give in
  dying younger than the years prescribed

All feigned adulthood
  to others entrusted
  refusing life’s final goodbye

The music now was the music then
  with one great love to see
  me through

My body to the soil
  my mind in defiance
   —my soul in death renewed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2021
Denying the soul…
all words are in vain
a verbal inherence
—spirit proclaims

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
Money buys
freedom
when blood’s
overdrawn
Reality’s
greed
destiny
pawns

Money buys
freedom
its truth
to bemoan
Dignity
truant
the future
— on loan

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2022
The encumbrance of peace
is war
Silence remortgaged
—as payments begin

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Days and nights,
    all yes and no
     —indecision in my dreams

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
The terms of your indecision
   —written in the blood of your repetition

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2021
You can’t wash away loneliness,
it lurks and it spies
a stain on tomorrow
where destiny cries

You can’t keep what’s been stolen
or find what’s not there,
alone and deserted
—the soap of despair

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Music is more slave to fashion
  —than the written or spoken word

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
Abandon your party
stand up for what’s right
the partisan madness
a liar’s delight

Honor the founders
revolt and derail
the graft and corruption
— both factions entail

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Is God an attribute
  of human nature
   —like happiness and anger?

Or the result of strong
  feelings and desires
   —like faith and belief?

Does he exist outside
  our consciousness
  —with a will to shape and guide?

Living independent
  of the vacuum
   —this world creates?

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
To inflict on tomorrow,
the empty promises of fate

The will to reign indifferent
—the devil’s cruelest form of hate

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
To inflict on tomorrow,
the empty promises of fate

The will to reign indifferent,  
—the devil's cruelest form of hate

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
To drink
from my well
you
first must believe
Each cup
that I proffer
permission
received
The fuller
your bucket
the stronger
your vow
Each word
that you ladle
rebaptized
— aloud

(The Radnor House: January, 2024)
Too much
of too much
— is never enough

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
Like a moth to the flame we journey,
forever wondering why

Never knowing what but only where
—our destiny on fire

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2020
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: December, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
Genius…
beyond definition
—truth redefined

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2021
“By God anointed…”
religions claim,
then fight to steal His throne

Devotion pledged
in false pretense,
to become the greater known

A figurehead
to suit their needs,
they break His every rule

To seize with power
these ‘Chosen Ones’
—intentions harsh and cruel

(Villanova University: April, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2020
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 free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
Man's inhumanity to man,
  knows no country, religion, or race

Man’s inhumanity to man,
  the one shame that all time can’t erase

Man’s inhumanity to man,
  as constant as the spring driven rain

Man’s inhumanity to man,
—rising over and over again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
The tide of redemption,
—catches all in its wake

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2017
Strength in the format,
  couplets have power

Magic in tandem,
—mine becomes ours

Marriage so faithful,
  words intertwine

Together transformed
—ink into wine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Words in my fountain pen
   bullets in my gun

Blasts of rapid insight
  —ink that doesn’t run

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
Words in my fountain pen,
—bullets in my gun

Blasts of rapid insight,
—ink that doesn’t run

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Your form is strong,
but your content is weak

Desire flowing,
experience meek

Trying to fake it
with meter and rhyme

Words never ripen
—green apples in time

(Dream Sleep: March, 2021)
What stays
unwritten
silence claims
forever
— to remain unchanged

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
A scant twenty years,
  grieved a century or more

Poetically perfect,
  in spirit and lore

A man and his horse,
  out riding the range

The cattle his instruments,
   and music to play

Civil War veterans and blacks
  from the South

Through dust and dark clouds,
—snowy blizzards that mount

Together they battled,
  in concert they fought

Each unto himself,
  life’s harmony caught

The hardship and death,
   to him worth the price

Pushing always ahead,
  his past now contrite
  
The only thing telling,
  to be left at the end

Was the legend he gave us,
  —and the message it sends

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
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 clouds,
snowy blizzards that mount

Together they battled,
in concert they fought

Each unto himself,
life’s harmony caught

The hardship and death,
to him worth the price

Pushing always ahead,
a stranger to fright

The only thing telling,
to be left at the end

Was the legend he gave us
  —and the message it sends

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
When our histories have finally been written, many, if not most, of the important things to have happened will not have been purposed or planned for — but will have happened in lieu of those things.

That College or University that you went to may have been in lieu of the one you initially thought you wanted to attend but couldn’t get into.

The woman you married may have been the best friend,
or roommate, of the girl you initially tried to date. But because of time or circumstance you ended up taking her out instead.

Like Reggie Jackson being traded from the Orioles to the Yankees, some of our best accomplishments are the result of finding ourselves in one situation in lieu of another.  My family physician, when I was a kid, only went to medical school because he was refused entrance into the university engineering program which had been his first choice.

How many of these alternate, and in lieu of, situations have impacted your life and maybe shaped the important events that went on to make all the difference?

Many times, life is calling out to us from places that we refuse to hear.  The universe has a plan, and the secret is to get in lockstep with that plan and value the options we are presented and the new choices it gives us.

I’m sure the doctors, scientists, farmers, and businessmen (all patriots), that became our Founding Fathers never intended to lead a new and emerging country to freedom and independence.

They were being called to something bigger than their original and proprietary decisions had mapped out, and history will forever record the importance of their answering that call.

The best parts of all of us are often those undiscovered.
They are sometimes most evident to others while being blind to ourselves.  As we recognize without help or assistance the talents of our children, we are often in the dark when it comes to seeing those same things in our own nature.

Every parent starts T-Ball or Pop Warner Football wanting their kid to be either a pitcher or quarterback. If that were allowed to happen, where would the great third baseman and linebackers come from?  We very often need the help of others to determine the right and correct roads for us to walk down.

Kris Kristofferson and Louis Armstrong did not have the greatest singing voices in the music industry.  They did however, go on to write —and sing — some of the greatest songs in popular music during the last 100 years.  We often need to go against the grain and swim up-stream to achieve our greatest levels of success.  The rain that falls on the highest peak in the Rocky Mountain range does eventually find its way to the ocean.  The route it takes is determined by something beyond its ability to control.  

The next time someone says to you: “You have a great voice; you ought to sing professionally,” or, “I think that’s a great idea; you should send it to a magazine,” maybe you should listen.  More than just that one person is reaching out to you …  

                               The Universe Is Speaking!
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
His funeral
  unattended

His pallbearers
—the written word

His gravesite
  an ashen memory

His legacy
  —in futures heard

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
His funeral
  unattended

His pallbearers
  the written word

His gravesite
  an ashen memory

His legacy
  —in futures heard

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
His bravery inspired
  a hero defiled

By one of his own
  whose spirit disowned

All memory attacks
  what never came back

   ‘from a war beyond
    winning or losing’

The best of the best
  too early to rest

His brothers in arms
  —his first choosing

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Crossing over
into the realm
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone

Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only what
the mind forgoes
—and the soul forbids

(The New Room: 1-15-2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2018
I stand and stare as my children tick
  their message gifting time

The safe door open, movements alive
  their beats sound off in rhyme

All hands revolve to point the way
  and celebrate new life

While one calls out to adorn my wrist
  —and in my heart delights

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
‘The Musings Of A Watch Collector’
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2020
A creative adult,
a child who survived

New toys in the attic
—where time comes alive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
Silence
—often the loudest voice of all

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
Love destroys what *** begins,
as playgrounds and schoolyards
hide the true nature of the King

Innocence bleeding,
within the deep warm incision
of a preternatural beginning

(West Philadelphia: October, 1972)
From 'An Anthology Of Perception' Vol. #1

Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2024
Stars reflect
the light inside you
Their galaxy
our soul’s domain

New constellations
wait unchristened
To burn inside
— each heart to name

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
The fact that God has survived
  in spite of religion

May be his greatest miracle
  —of all

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
How do you lay off a writer…
unemployment assured
In labored obscurity,
his fortune unscored
How do you invest in a future
that’s devalued today
When checks never balance
—and words will not pay

(The New Room: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
Does writing what
you believe in
bring a change
of heart
Does seeing it
on paper
formalize
the art
Does setting it
to music
make the Angels
smile
Does faith and hope
written
cast doubt
— into exile

(The New Room: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2018
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 than mine on loan

And through leather worn thin
   these sparse clothes that I’m in
   will walk to China in search of my own

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
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