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I had
all the wealth
And I had
all the fame
I had all
the glamour
One life
could contain

I had
all the friends
And I had
all the foes
That now sit
as equals
On the end
of my nose

I had
all these things
But one message
rings true
To have
and to hold
Is but folly
— adieu

(Rhymes From The Nursery: May, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
The chest is open
  —its treasure exposed

The jewels uncounted
  —with riches unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2021
The Baltimore Catechism,
mornings at eight
Sister Marcella,
don’t ever be late

Its message didactic,
the devil to run
Each question, each answer,
with God zero-sum

Who and what made me,
and why every day
Resistance was futile,
dissent not displayed

An altar boy’s memories,
his sacristy torn
Still missing the process
—where freedom was born

(Saint Thomas of Villanova Chapel: December, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
I hitchhiked up to Limbo
  to await that final toll

But lost my way when Siren’s called
  which led me to the shoals

My thumb went back inside my palm,
  their voices soft and low

No closer to those pearly gates
—this darkened undertow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
It’s always been different
and always the same
it’s all been anonymous
and all had a name
It’s had no beginning
and having no end
the truth lost in playing
this game of pretend
The magic in giving,
what’s been taken is lost
the price of the folly
exceeding its cost
And we search the horizon
never leaving the shore
the waves ever constant
now as then—and before

(The New Room: January, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
Poetry has no gender,
it seeks a higher line

Never selling out so cheaply
—as the masses would define

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
Always the thunder,
  never the rain

Deafening bluster,
  masking the plain

Never the thunder,
  always the rain

Truth buried under,
—rising again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2024
Can we ever own
anything
that won’t own us back

Can we ever say
anything
we’ll never retract

Can we dream
in the future
while freeing the past

Can we give
without taking
not first ever last

Can the reasons
become us
excuses be ******

Can fidelity
triumph
the truth in demand

When sleep
reawakens
its light shining through

Today and
tomorrow
— forever anew

(The New Room: June, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2018
I try to write poetry
  as Papa did prose

Each couplet in focus
  with short punches thrown

The verses compact
  no lines overrun

Their meaning eternal
  —to rise like the sun

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Caught at
a crossroad
duality
reigns
Closing
you off
or opening
lanes
That choice
staring back
in the distance
provides
A new
destination
or a place
— you can hide

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2020
Death failed to show up for work one day,
the clock remained unpunched

Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,
all coroner’s out to lunch

Death took a holiday without checking in,
the pecking order stunned

Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off
—awaiting what’s to come

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
When grammar gets in the way
  of the meaning
   —lose the grammar!

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
The bark of eternity,
an armoring sure

An oak or a maple,
their majesty pure

Below their dark cover,
time circles in rings

Where destiny spirals
—as residents sing

(Martha Brown’s Woods: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Adrenalin…  
catalyst of fear
and desire

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
There’s a certain type of age
that can’t get old

Death caught within the road signs
of its bartered weakness

Where voices cry a fevered wish
to all who listen

And legends write their epitaphs
—on hearts afire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
Papa Blues
  and Momma Jazz

But ain’t that baby
  —Rock and Roll

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
Of the many cures
—there is no cure

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
What’s in a photograph
in reference to time
The events as portrayed
or what they call to mind

Focused on tomorrow,
the picture is lame
Its history frozen
—the future unframed

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2021
Tumbling down the stairs
of misfortune

Slipping on the banana peels
of time

A curtain came down
on his opening act

The Fat Lady singing
—unrhymed

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2022
Poetic depiction
prosaic description
Vowels come in colors
the rest black and white

They call to us orphaned
they call to us nameless
Our pens but a lifeline
that save with each write

To romance the serpent
to anger the saint
Each word symptomatic
our feelings acquaint

A bard or a preacher
their weapons the same
Whose caliber loaded
—to praise or defame

(Radnor Pennsylvania: June, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Carrying them with me
   traveling through time

The words seed my memory
   new meter and rhyme

Spreading them freely
  over days fallowed thin

New feelings sprout upward
   —rooted within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
Carrying them with me,
   traveling through time

Words seed my memory,
   new meter and rhyme

Spreading them freely,
   over days fallowed thin

New verses sprout upward
    —rooted within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
Forget the past
—and the future is lost

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Bravery and recklessness
riding together

Death as the arbiter
—glory abused

(Crow Agency Montana: July, 2009)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2019
We never safeguard our progeny
  by overprotecting our kids

The blankets that we spread
  and fences we build

Imprison,
  rather than defend

Ensuring weaker and hapless offspring
  —inside a diminished and helpless world

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2022
Seeking the right answers
to all the wrong questions
The knife edge resharpens
the danger rehoned

Seeking the right answers
for all the wrong reasons
The rumors refester
—all truth unatoned

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2024
If you use the word languish
I’m stopping my read
When you speak the word nurture
I’m far from intrigued  
If I hear you say milieu
I run for the door
Or when you spout genre
my ears to abhor
They’re chosen to impress
when the meaning is weak
Concealing the emptiness
of all that you speak
‘A labyrinth of dilettantes’
penning your verse
Can’t hide what is missing
— with these words you assert

(The New Room: February, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
Has your life
become an anthem
to those things
that you’ve fled
Did denial
and avoidance
leave you once
in good stead
Can you swear
to the heavens
you had
no other choice
Cowardice
and trepidation
the breath
—in your voice

(The New Room: November, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
Let’s all just be average,
no rich and no poor

Excuses our quotient,
single digits the score

Masquerading as fairness,
our heritage veiled

In lock step we march,
voices mute—nothing hailed

(The New Room: February, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
Translation,
  the executioner of emotion,
  —and rustler of graves

(Chicago Illinois: Water Tower with Studs Terkel—July, 1977)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
I do believe in therapy,
but of a certain kind
The type anointed on oneself,
and in yourself to find
A strength to make decisions,
the will to see them through
To best ignore what others say,
while benefiting you
These words are not capricious,
recovery zero-sum
With judgment not to praise or blame
—its cure the only one

(Philadelphia International Airport: December, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2020
Prescribed philosophy…
medicine of the soul

Brainchild of the gods
—thoughts becoming whole

(Newtown Square Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
'S'
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
'S'
One letter that follows,
  if added will deem

To separate the real  
  from what’s referenced or schemed

“Honor from honors,
   Love from loves

“Truth from truth’s,
   and Self from selves

“God from gods,
   Time from times

“Vision from visions,
   and Life from lives”

The singular, the plural
  what is, what is not

One small trailing letter
  —true meaning leaves off

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
'S'
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
'S'
One letter that follows,

if added will deem


To separate the real

from what’s referenced or schemed


“Honor from honors,

love from loves


“Truth from truth’s,

and self from selves


“God from gods,

time from times


“Vision from visions,

and life from lives”


The singular, the plural

what is, what is not


One small trailing letter

—true meaning leaves off


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Music first played
on the heartstrings
of God
Whose chorus
of Angels
carries beyond
A melody sacred
each note
comes from He
Whose flute calls
us closer
Whose harp
— sets us free

(1st Book Of Prayers: July, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2019
Hiding their poison,
colleges feign

Promising sunshine,
delivering rain

Knowledge infected,
politics vile

Lambs to the slaughter
—Athena defiled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
Dreams upon the pyre,
  oil of Satan’s lamp

Love consumed by fire,
—ashes cold and damp

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
I lie down in the shadows
  where no one can reach me

My seventh and last
  place to hide

The sixth was a funeral,
  the fifth when in hospice

The fourth was each time
  that I lied

The third was a promise
  I made to a girl

That she took
  to her own grave

The second a promise
  I made to myself

From a vision
  my Grandmother gave

The first was the darkness
  where I exited that world

On a day that was
  cold and bright

Now the process is finished,
  as I hide for the last time

In the shadows
  —and safe from the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2010)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
Leaving behind excuses,
the reasons close at hand

No longer distracted by the ism’s of truth,
or what protocol demands

Living outside the fences,
no longer looking in

The horizon waiting as my dreams set sail
—safe harbor there within

(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2021
Diminished
but ennobled,
the soldier came home
his two limbs
traded for the
sanctuary
of a deeper peace

Broken
in completeness,
his braces held proud
each battle
medaled
in the memory
—of his finest hour

(The New Room: November, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
College student….
Devils notion
—hiding among the words

Dilettante king
Dilettante queen
—safe within the herd

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
Darkness, the beginning path
  spawns brightness at the end

Storm clouds over a troubled youth
  division on the mend

Struggles, trials, and failures past
  just fuel to keep you warm

Sagacity, the final truth
   —eyes seeing through the harm

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2019
Seeing truth...
in the blindness of others

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
Darkness,
the beginning path
Burns brightest
at the end

Storm clouds
over a troubled youth
Success now on
the mend

Struggles, trials,
and failures past
Just fuel,
to keep you warm

Sagacity,
the final truth
Eyes seeing past
the harm

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2019
The temperature frozen
Old sticks in the mud
New tracks are untrodden
Lost dreams from above
The raisins in darkness
All pits buried deep
The moon shines unfaithful
Recounting of sheep
The doctors watch broken
Your time shorter still
His prognosis a token
Beyond suture or pill
He asks if you’re ready
You say that you’re not
He asks if it matters
You ask if it ought
And into the night
You begin once again
To hurry the ending
To reach beyond blame
And all of the hate
You then leave behind
To warn all those jaded
Of what they’re never to find
"Partisan dreamer
Audience of one
Killer of grammar
Words on the run
Paragraph’s jilted
The undotted ‘I’
The meaning now freed
All language denied
Rhythm of opportunity
Children of hope
Seizing the moment
Not dropping the soap
Stretching the limits
Crossing the line
To beat a new cadence
Time begs to shine"
You want it to make sense
You want it to seem clear
As your feigned self importance
No longer precious or dear
But the only one caring
And that still in doubt
A mirrored reflection
Of what time has cast out
You head off to work
Your laser untagged
The morning unvetted
Coworkers who brag
The lunch break upon you
Again eating alone
The steak is served raw
Chewed right to the bone
The banter around you
Seems damning at best
The shroud that surrounds you
To defile or to bless
“You gain nothing by trying”
You gain nothing you say
As you then begin crying
For that one gone away
That girl in the tall grass
That girl in your arms
Went to be with another
When you bartered your charms
Her daughter is grown now
Some say looks like you
Could it be then you wonder
When the times were so few
You pay the cashier
As you walk slowly out
This bill had been dear
More than you had allowed
With the bone in your pocket
You head back to your desk
As the cry of a mockingbird
Decries and behests
Your pen running dry
As your mind starts to write
On your third eye a sty
Melding vision with sight
And its then that you notice
Hanging pink and in front
And you know that your future’s
A dog that can’t hunt
So you walk to his office
And sit down in the chair
You look at him soulless
And try not to care
He explains “That he’s sorry”
That “The timing’s not right”
He says that you’re valued
But be gone by tonight
As you clean out your desk
A new feeling partakes
You look up to the ceiling
Lost in all that’s at stake
And that feeling is good now
That feeling seems right
As the feeling then pushes
As the feeling alights
You decide now emboldened
To stop on the way home
At the house of that one
You left forever alone
You heard of divorce
You wonder how bad
The damage it left her
Was it worse than you had
As you slow down your car
She stands in the yard
As you speed up your heart
She says “Directions, how far”
She does not recognize you
Have you changed all that much
She looks at you puzzled
As you long for her touch
And you drive away empty
As you drive away cold
And you drive away blackened
From your heart to your soul
But your path is now clear
You’ve just one place to go
As those things that you feared
Have now falsely been shown
And you walk in her kitchen
The door never had locked
Standing there and still smitten
The one you thought had forgot
“Was that you in the car earlier
Was that you, really you
I couldn’t believe it
Because I still love you, I do”
A reward wrapped in burlap
The priciest kind
Where if never rejected
You are never to find
So make just one promise
To then promise again
To be true to your feelings
From beginning to end
"Sages and broomsticks
motherless pearls
Witches who threaten
fatherless girls
New curse of the ages
old grudges remain
A coven of stages
to hide from the rain
And the mark then of Satan
the touch of the Lord
To the death plated sunset
and the winner forlorn"
The trap in this quandry
which you must break out
As with all ***** laundry
to first burn and then shout
As the truth is not distant
a true word never feigned
And the peace that you’re seeking
still inside and unclaimed
So let go of the dogma
and the medals will melt
Your deck full of aces
all cards are redealt
But the moment is now
and the moment is clear
Once the moment is chosen
new joy spun from fear
So to those who will threaten
with eternity ******
Say “Away with your blasphemy
stop where you stand”
Your wings have resprouted
your eyes looking in
A new life has been started
—you’re blessed to begin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
All males undone
  by the Lady Son

The trumpets blared
  her fire

An Earl first came
  her wrath unchained

To Charles
  her heart aspired

All kingdom come
  to face Lady Son

But to hell
  their souls were laid

As her legend grew
  and from banners flew

The name Joan
  —all hearts to pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
All males undone
  by the Lady Son

The trumpets blared
  her fire

An Earl first came
  her wrath unchained

To Charles
  her heart aspired

All kingdom come
  to face Lady Son

But to hell
  their souls were laid

As her legend grew
  and from banners flew

The name Joan
  —all hearts to pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2023
Light
bids me welcome
darkness retreats
Alas
poor death
thou must be alone
His gate
reopens
before yours has locked
The harp
of an Angel
— calling me home

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2020
Many nights there were no new dreams,
so I borrowed from the old

Resurrecting the scaffolding
of what lay unbuilt—untold

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
My currency
My words
My fortune
My thoughts
My freedom
My expression
My salvation,
—besought

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
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