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Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2020
I know what you are,
but only you know who that is

I know what you said,
but only you know what that means

I know how it looks,
but only you know how it feels

I know when you’re missing
—but only you know when you’re gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2023
All I need
is a promise I can keep
(or)
a vow I can forever make

The time indentured
newly born
(and)
the wisdom to know its fate

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2016
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 feelings they wrought bright

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,
  now 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 into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2020
I know more things
than I can tell

The water deep
within my well

I wish for more
than hope can stand

Obeying Thee
—my heart commands

(From 'The Book Of Prayers': August, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
Golden Hair

It was Christmas 1973,
as I straightened up his brace

A disabled body with unconquered mind,
best friends in different states

As she walked straight down the cellar steps,
my future in her glance

Dressed pure white, she’d come from work,
her clothes did then enhance

The beauty in her heart and beyond,
with one look did reveal

As she walked half down the thirteen steps,
sitting sideways to conceal

All lovely strewn and golden haired,
with eyes both blue and sharp

Her face a lovely countenance,
my light now through the dark

She looked at me dismissively,
and feigned a smile weak

As if to say without the words ...
you fall short of what I seek

She’d heard the rumors in disbelief,
and got up to turn and leave

I followed to where her mother stood,
and with her help did I then plead

I said that night to myself alone,
that if one thing I shall do

I will marry this girl with the golden hair,
as God has made so few

A lifetime now passed, then half again,
she still looks at me that way

Not hiding the love she feels inside,
until my dying day

No words then gleaned or ever built,
for feelings such as these

My pen now empty and eyes stare blank,
at what my heart can only see

To love her once was not enough,
yet no more was I allowed

My chest so small for that so big,
her golden hair my cloud

If I was blessed with just one wish,
and knew it to come true

Just one more day with golden hair,
—whose love so fine and new

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February 17, 1978
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
I write the first draft,
  and paint the second

But the third draft
  —I get to sing

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
Playing in the front window
  of your affection

My love became a storefront
  for all to see

Displaying what my heart
  had kept well hidden

Priced to sell, and tagged
—on sale for thee

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2017
Between the lines
You read my story
The pain I felt
You washed in glory
New letters rose
The words reformed
As Angel’s marched
With time forlorn
On Satan’s grave
A vesper bell
Salvation rings
—all lies in hell

(Philadelphia Pennsylvania: June, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
Between the lines
  you read my story

The pain I felt
  you washed in glory

New letters rose
  the words reformed

As Angel’s danced
  with time forlorn

On Satan’s grave
  a vesper bell

Salvation rings
  —all lies in hell

(Philadelphia Pennsylvania: June, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Have you done enough
Have you seen enough
Have you loved enough
  —until an Angel sings

And the Heaven’s sigh
Your last goodbye
Your last goodbye
  —on spoken wings

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Beyond academia
  its cause and effect

Lies a power inherent
  above judgment and theft

Atop its ivory tower
  and smothering vine

Consensus is trembling
—with truth on the line

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
Beyond academia…
  its cause and effect

Lies a power inherent
  above judgment and theft

Atop its ivory tower
  and smothering vine

Consensus is trembling
  —with truth on the line

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Gonna roll me a ******,
and smoke the past goodbye

Gonna empty that last bottle of gin,
and kick this bye and bye

Gonna drink that woman away, Lord,
if I have to turn to ***

Gonna smoke that ****** till my fingers burn
—her memory on the run

(Villanova University Vespers: June, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
The rhyme,
  my consort

The meter,
  my friend

The music,
  my mistress

On whose love,
—I depend

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
Say it...
  without overstating it

Mean it...
  while feeling it more

Live it...
  as a mantra then gifted

Transcend it...
  on wings from before

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Days beyond memory
born in perfection
Light unrefracted
teasing the sun

Time without numbers
thought unencumbered
Lost in beginnings
— never to end

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
The land of the free,
the home of the brave

Inclusive together
—America saved

(Valley Forge: February, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2019
Are you judging from halls
  academic

Or from places where words
  cannot hide

Are your hours immersed in
  false reference

Or in a visceral pursuit
  that defies

All bias and excuse
  living tethered

In an ivy walled mansion
  enthroned

While beauty and truth
  run together

Through open fields
   —that no pundit has grown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Are you judging from halls
  academic

Or from places where words
  cannot hide

Are your hours immersed in
  false reference

Or in a visceral pursuit
  that defies

All bias and excuse
  living tethered

In an ivy green mansion
  enthroned

While truth and beauty
  run together

Through open fields
  —that no pundit has grown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
Auditioning for life,
a one-act play

Rehearsing my part,
to leave or to stay

The audience waiting,
the stage has been set

Opening night,
my birth or my death

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
The sharper the point,
  the deeper the wound

The shorter the verse,
—the truth at high-noon

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Archangel Of War To Prowl The Skies,
—Winged Messenger Of Death

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2021
Sutures of connection,
words tightly sewn

Seaming together
—closing the unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2018
The greater the question
  the more futile the answer

Truth open ended
—opinion be ******

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Is your best friend a dog,
a thesaurus is mine

As yours wags its tail
—mine forever sets me free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Or
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Or
Could or couldn’t
Would or wouldn’t
Should or shouldn’t
Can’t or would not

Does or doesn’t
Was or wasn’t
Has or hasn’t
Can or cannot

Must or mustn’t
Have or haven’t
Are or aren’t
Is or is not

Did or didn’t
Had or hadn’t
Do or then don’t
—you will or will not

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Myth unlocks the question,
—magic then affirms

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Myth unlocks the question
—magic then affirms

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2021
That which than nothing
greater can be said…
‘The Word’

(Devon Pennsylvania: September, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
Did you do it,
Did you write about it
—or both

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2020
It didn’t matter what the titles were,
but that I read them

It didn’t matter what the author said,
but that I listened

It didn’t matter that his verse trailed off,
the pages yellow and torn

It didn’t matter that the world forgot
—what one man put to words

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
A battalion of feeling,
  a dead soldier's thoughts

A war of contrition,
  last battle not fought

Distant artillery,
   final shot from within

Its smoke covering over
—the most original sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
A battalion of feeling,
  a dead soldier’s thoughts

A war of contrition,
  last battle not fought

Distant artillery,
   final shot from within

Its smoke covering over,
—the most original sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
Full time poet,
part time novelist

Full time storyteller,
part time bard

The difference greater
than words will imply

Hemispheric divergence
—the why and the how

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Do your lies hold as hostage,
every truth you never told

Has your heart become a stranger,
to the wishes it unfolds

Is your past if then forsaken,
free at last of its own self

Orphaned memories never spoken
—orphaned moments never felt

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Abandoning
yesterday
haunts me
today
Interring
reminder
of what’s not
in play

Bypassing
my choosing
evading
my will
Each sight
unenvisioned
in blindness
— distilled  

(The New Room: February, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
Youth,
the perception
—of what time throws away

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
You hear the words calling,
  but what if they stop

What if the voice changes
  to cold what was hot

And it’s not yours at all
  but a squatter that hides

D.N.A. of its own
  new agenda of lies

Those messages before,
  were they gifts or on loan

Is the feast yours to eat,
  will meat stay on the bone

Will the Muse be unfaithful,
  is divorce in the wind

Leaving words then unnamed
  —orphaned silent within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2023
We said goodbye
the night we met
fate our child
to bear

Star crossed love
in orphaned time
betrothed stillborn
—affair

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2023
Raging against tomorrow
blaming yesterday
Running in place—admonishing grace
denial on display
Cursing the past indentured
the future waits in vain
No place to hide—the truth inside
the moment left unnamed

(The New Room: September, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2021
Changing with each season,
voices come and go
what’s lost undreamed, ourselves demeaned,
in search of the unknown

Naked and left wanting,
fortune sires myth
impregnating its mystery
—with tales of the abyss


(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
The psychic tattoo
of paternity
darker than
fate’s blackest ink

The guilted knife
of maternity
cutting you
near to the brink

A prodigy alone
in the shadows
offspring of
scorn and disdain

Begging for love
and acceptance
from parents
— called heartache and pain

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2024
Without our dreams
we sit naked and alone
Imprisoned by doldrums
adrift from our home

In fits of depression
we unstep the mast
Awaiting the storm
— of futures long past

(The New Room: August, 2024)
All the pure thinkers
are slave to the Poet
Their theories self-serving
whose quotients divide

With ‘facts’ that convict them
to prisons constructed
From every transcendence
— their numbers can’t hide

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
Is remembrance now a hidden tenant,
  that lives throughout your home

Does it lurk in every corner,
  to come out when you’re alone

Is that voice heard down a distant hall,
  a lost child once left about

Does the face now staring through the dark,
   draw you in—or turn you out

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2019
Is remembrance now a hidden tenant,
that lives throughout your home

Does it lurk in every corner,
to come out when you’re alone

Is the voice heard down a distant hall,
a lost child once left about

Does that face now staring through the dark,
draw you in—or turn you out

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2022
A proprietary hold on God,
religion does proclaim

Defining what we know inside
our souls will they reclaim

The Cross or Torah, Buddhist lore
each ritual decries

What can’t be owned or scripted pure
through centuries of lies

Divinity a birthright deigned
for those who search to find

What God embeds in every soul
—that structure can’t define

(The New Room: May, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Your say download
I say upload
Diametrically opposed

I look up
While you look down
The truth now juxtaposed

I step forward
You step back
Our choices thusly shown

I remember
You forget
  —the difference mine to know

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
What if the Universe has always been here,
  defeating the concept of time

Never beginning and never to end,
  whose story you cannot define

What if the future, present, and past,
  are just crutches for the weakness we share

What if the answers lie beyond logic,
   inside us—our essence to bear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2019
Folding in to convention,
Sealed in creases of acceptance,
Maligned and misled
By the false promises
Of a stolen heart,
We chase the white whale
Of validation
Into waters of denial…
  ‘Fury—the rallying cry
   of our vengeful spirit
   Hate—the jilted lover
   of our fated selves’

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
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