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Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
Saturated in writer fluid,
lost feelings self ignite

Inebriate of a time distilled,
drunk in the burning light

Memories aging 100 proof,
the flames all dance alone

Memories aging 100 proof,
—this fire now my home

(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2018
Saturated in writer fluid,
  lost feelings self ignite

Inebriate of a time distilled,
  drunk in the burning light

Memories aging 100 proof,
  the flames all dance alone

Memories aging 100 proof,
  —this fire now my home

(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2020
You can only live  
in the time you’re given

The past and the future,
a false consorting

Looking inside and blinding
yourself

—to tomorrow and yesterday

The magic contained within
each fleeting moment

—until it’s gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2021
High minded but low brow,
and living the contradiction
of a greater truth
I’m caught between transcendence
and pontification
my pockets ladened
with a traitor’s silver
—in search of gold

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
Silence…
  the channel to my stream
  
Thoughts…
  the stream to my creek

Words…
  the creek to my river

Music…
the river to my becoming

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
Desperation to breed contempt
the moment shattered
time illy spent

Choices bartered and freedom gone
the reaper chanting
old righteous wrongs

Panic stricken the nights repeat
the days long orphaned
abandoned sheep

One promise lingers in chastened air
the font of Angels
— baptism’s prayer

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2021
Don’t let the poetry
weaken the poem

The structure a servant
—for what’s to be known

(The New Room: December, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
Quantum Superposition,
  forever preying on our minds

Refusing to admit what consciousness knows,
  its theory never finds

The more complex the argument,
  the further afield it falls

Roaming and scattered amidst the trees,
  blind to the forests call

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
Is beauty connected,
  or to a vacuum condemned

Is truth then required,
  for it to enter within

Can beauty be measured,
  by the heart or the mind

Can it chase, or displace, or replace
  what it finds

If beauty is truth,
  let all reason be shown

Why judgment and logic,
  to our hearts stay unknown

As semantics untangle,
  and the linguists all kneel

The question stays formless
   —to astound and congeal

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
From the rock of ages
  a pebble thrown

A thundering crash
—from David’s stone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
When verses
run dry
do you hide
in despair
When the Muse
is on fire
only ashes
you’ll bear
With silence
embedded
on each
empty page
Your fear
is the foundling
that kindles
— the rage

(Ronald McDonald House: May, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2021
What is… inherent,
what’s not… implied

Epiphanous moments
—waiting inside

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
If you ask me to read,
  I’ll say only the good
   —in spite of what others might think

Once your blood has been spilled,
  and the cut is deep
   —my task to heal, not push to drug or to drink

If the pain is too great,
  my heart you may take
   —as I suture you back from the brink

From this deepest of wounds
  that I surround and embrace, as a fountain
   —where you may now drink

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2019
Your ideas have merit,
  that your words can’t support

Your spirit is strong,
  but your language is weak

Your eyes are wide open,
  while your tongue remains tied

Your voice now enslaved
   —to the freedom within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
Empowering the indolent,
  the fox is now inside

The vermin on the loose,
the truth now plagued by lies

The takers stalk the givers,
those on the dole now scream

“We want what you have worked for,
—the fruit without the tree”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2022
I deleted another poem tonight
and the Muse raged into fury
“You never asked for my permission” she said,
as her voice thundered deeply inside
“You’ll pay for this in sleepless hours
and nights when dreams are truant…”
Her promises kept, my nights defiled,
and days drag on untethered
As I write yet another “I’m sorry” to her
in verse both coarse and dry

(The New Room: May, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024
If the past’s
not alive
The future
is dead

With memory
starving
Hope’s promise
unfed

What yesterday
gives us
Tomorrow
awaits

All hope
in the transfer
Of destiny’s
— fate

(The New Room: November, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
The older I get…
  the more exclusive I become
  with distant mountains to climb  

The older I get…
  the shorter the moods swing
  and the longer I can laugh out loud

The older I get…
  the more vivid the memory
  of what we almost became

The older I get…
  with feelings that burn, the future ablaze
    —the older I get  

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2020
Moments of clarity stop the clock,
but time rolls on and on

Unrecorded, to stay embedded
in each wish unfulfilled

Tranquilizing the fleeting doubt
that truancy sets free

Returning with the future claimed
—to liberate the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
Being my number one fan,
  I never waited for applause

Living within my own code
  all reasons fixed on—just because

Being in charge of myself
  the days flowed freely into years

Dying from living too hard
  the past exposed—the future clear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Coffee Shop traveler
Caught
Between the beginning
And the end
Revolving
On a stool
Of broken dreams
Waiting
For a check
That never comes
Holding
A twenty-four hour vigil
For all who pass through
Dreading
A future sign that reads
  —WE’RE CLOSED

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
Like a hard drive out of memory,
  Alzheimer’s attacks

The downloads that you stored before,
  still there and looking back

All recent entries in the trash,
  a reboot not the fix

The present distant—past so close,
  and future nondescript

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2020
“Violence broke out again last night
in Gotham…

“No arrests have been made”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2019
The 4th dimension,
  space and time

Godel agreed,
  Einstein opined

If set in motion,
  the future passed

Time self negated
  —its truth recast

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
The pen and the keyboard…
their white flag of truce

Now tattered and burning
new words on the loose

The ink stains once mighty,
a cursor now reigns

As deep into cyberspace
—the future proclaims

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
The pen and the keyboard…
  their white flag of truce

Now shattered and tattered,
  new words on the loose

The ink stains once mighty,
  a cursor now reigns

As deep into cyberspace,
—the future proclaims

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
I took you into my arms,
  to ask about tomorrow

But then you went and stole my heart,
from dreams of yesterday

Reaching deep inside my pain,
  you took away the sorrow

All hurt now gone and future spun,
—the present here to stay

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
No one reads it,
  more reason to write it

No one understands,
  or seems to care

No one reads it,
  the verse sits muted

Not to abandon,
—the future to share

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
To tell if you’re a Poet,
  from the first line to your last

Do your words connect with feeling,
—the future to the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
To tell if you’re a Poet,
from the first line to your last

Do your words connect with feeling
—the future to the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
Once truth is judged delusion,
  we choose the lesser of two lies

Abandoning that voice unheard,
  stillborn—a baby cries
  
The ideal in dark remission,
  all hope now cast in flames

Making bargains with the Devil
  —as the future writhes in pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2016
Once truth is judged delusion,
  we choose the lesser of two lies

Abandoning that voice unheard,
—stillborn, a baby cries
  
The ideal in dark remission,
  all hope now cast in flames

Making bargains with the Devil,
—as the future writhes in pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
You bloom where  
you’re planted
the Sage
told the Priest

Your flowers
won’t blossom
if distant
and bleak

As fate
seeds your valley
the force
reaches out

Reseeding
creation
in whispers
— that shout

(The New Room: January, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Long before the clocks ticked,
  the garden was burning

The law had been laid down,
   only the animals ran free

Long before the clocks ticked,
  two lovers were yearning

The power, the struggle
—the lust to deceive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
Long before the clocks ticked,
  the garden was burning

The law had been laid down,
   only the animals ran free

Long before the clocks ticked,
  two lovers were yearning

The power, the struggle
  —the lust to deceive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
How do you balance
the kind and the cruel

The good and the bad
of life’s golden rule

As reason pulls tightly,
treason pulls back

Living in conflict,
together intact

Tragic, comedic,
while often as both

Angels and Demons
commingle betrothed

A savior, destroyer,
calling our name

A garden of riches
—caught in the flames

(Haverford College: February, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2020
Intention of action…
inaction pursues

Deflecting commitment,
with roadblocks infused

Intention of action…
step one and step three

Step two is the question
—of what comes to be

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
Some people write
poetically
And some write
poetic prose

Both front and rear gates
lead back to a garden
To harvest
—what is grown

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
The smell of my own death
revisited tonight
Of lavender and wet snow
and juniper in flight
It took me back in mourning
to sadness on the run
And left the days remaining
indentured on the come

Its fragrance changed to lilies
wafting row to row
In tribute to a history
last chapter yet to know
Waiting left to wonder
the hour and the day
Each breath of late and step I take
—reminds me once again

(The New Room: December, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
Climbing up the garden wall,
the questions loom
—the answers small

Climbing up the garden wall,
the past retreats
—the future falls

Climbing up the garden wall,
a distant voice
—your name beyond

Climbing up the garden wall,
a minstrel plays
—forgotten songs

Climbing up the garden wall,
Lot’s wife is dead
—not looking back

Climbing up the garden wall,
the top in sight
—the beanstalk jacked

Climbing up the garden wall,
I reach across
—all fear behind

Climbing up the garden wall,
horizons new
—the choices mine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2018
The pathway to happiness is laughter
—the gateway to laughter is children

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
Living inside the moment,
Temporal things
Pass me by
On their march to permanence

Attached to everything
But themselves,
They stand as false Icons
To a time once lived–then put away

A trophy case of remembrance…
Enshrining what was lost
In the gathering
Dust

Never rediscovered…
Defining what death means
In the gathering
Dust

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
There’s a gene embedded in every parent
  to recreate
  what their parents had done

Sometimes good, and sometimes bad,
  passing it down
  from father to son

To repeat family history through memories past
  the circle
  a lingering fate  

Excuses come early with reasons
  too late
  DNA always proffered as bait

The young and the old both prisoners of time
  their footsteps in sequence
  to fall
  
And when questions are posed why they acted this way,
   they’re too busy passing it on
      —to recall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
The great gift of intelligence…
  the gift of language

The great gift of language
  —the gift of verse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
It’s not the money,
and it’s not the fame

The great gift of life
—is life

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2023
Lost …
in the
dawn
of opportunity

Reluctant …
every
message
sublime

Uncertain …
with the
answers
unquestioned

Forever …
charging
forward
—behind

(The New Room: October, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2022
Bigger in my memory
smaller in my inclination
Regret a distant calling card
admonishing my name

Vacant in my recollection
bedded in my hopefulness
Joy a future invitation
—Heaven to proclaim

(Christmas Wishing: First Book Of Prayers- December, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
Her hair blown free,
with eyes ablaze

She walked toward me,
through morning haze

Her steps unmeasured,
her cutoffs tight

Eyes palest blue,
the lightest light

Would I speak first,
would she respond

In ten more seconds,
her image gone

Our shoulders brush,
she passes by

My arm goes numb,
my heart on fire

I had no choice,
I’d lost control

My breathing stopped,
I’d play the fool

And looking back,
all fear defied

An all-star waited
—her ‘Chucks’ untied

(State College Pennsylvania: June, 1969)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
Her hair blown free,
  with eyes ablaze

She walked toward me,
  through morning haze

Her steps unmeasured,
  her cutoffs tight

Eyes palest blue,
  the lightest light

Would I speak first,
  would she respond

In ten more seconds,
  her image gone

Our shoulders brush,
  she passes by

My arm goes numb,
  my heart on fire

I had no choice,
  I’d lost control

My breathing stopped,
  I’d play the fool

And looking back,
  all fear defied
  
An all-star waited,
—her ‘Chucks’ untied

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Thank you for the confusion Lord,
    thank you for the doubt

Thank you for those unsure moments
   when I could neither whisper nor shout

Thank you for the people Lord
    who loved me or hated in vain

But thank you most for the girl I wed
   —who took away my pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
      ‘From The Book Of Prayers’
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