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206 · Dec 2021
Universalis Intuitus
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2021
Synderesis primal,
as reason surrounds
First principles calling,
eternity bound

The well ever deepening,
more buckets to haul
New congregants pledging
—awaiting the call

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
206 · Jul 2019
My Past Reclaimed
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
I didn’t know it at the time,
but my misspent youth was planned

          The training ground for what I’d write,
then hard to understand

The many schools, the teachers chides,
expulsions my reward

Postgraduate work for future truth,
all voices untoward

The risks were high, survival mined,
Shangi-La, a vagrant’s room

My pen disclaimed, all actions shamed,
flat broke one afternoon

From the diner’s window I heard the song
that turned my life around

As Gregg Allman sang ‘Melissa,’
my true destiny was found

And today I harbor no regrets,
there’s no one left to blame

As I write the words for me hard one
—my sinful past reclaimed

(Strafford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
    ‘Thank You, Gregg—I Miss You’
206 · Jul 8
Heads Or Tails
Only
a coin toss
standing
between them
Fame
the divider
with fans
to embrace
Caught
in the essence
as twins
symbiotic
One
in the limelight
the other
— ungraced

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
206 · Dec 2016
Angelic Skies
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
Love freely given,
  no heart denied

A soul in flight,
—Angelic skies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
206 · Mar 2021
Sincerest Form Of Shame
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Plagiarism self-inflicted,
it blinds veracity
keeping us forever
in the dark
To wander in costume
as others unnamed,
their vision
to herald and hark
In shadows of obscurity
doubt crossing fear,
we steal
what can’t be bought
Reflecting false images
by our hand
chasing
—what can’t be caught

(Radnor Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
205 · Jun 2023
A L'affut
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2023
In rhythms of today
the silence of tomorrow
Where promise lies waiting
—for hope unfulfilled

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
205 · Dec 2024
Genius
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2024
It lives
in the margins
betwixt and between

Visible
yet fleeting
a light once unseen

When reaching
to touch
its magic forestalls

Lost to that
moment
— posterity calls

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
205 · Jun 2024
Last Chance
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2024
The interchange
of reluctance
waiting in the queue

Permission caught
in temporal probate
affirmation skewed

One last chance
unbegotten freedom
living in between

The will to choose
nothing left to lose
— as red lights turn to green

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
205 · Jun 2018
A Wish—Undeclared
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Is Poetics
  a poem or a process

Is Love
  a lover or romance

Is Art
a painting or a vision

Is Worship
  a place or deliverance

Is Freedom
  a word or a statement

Is Family
  just blood that we share

Is Duty
  an oath or vocation

Is Truth
  just a wish—undeclared

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
205 · Mar 2023
Playing The Words
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2023
“You play words like an instrument”
someone once said
Each vowel as a whole note
to consonants wed

High praise from a seeker
deftly looking for more
New songs in the making
—words singing du jour

(The New Room: March, 2023)
205 · Feb 2023
Memories Of The Salon
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2023
He said what he had to say
to tell the story
He did what he had to do
to rescue time
He paid what he had to pay
to bribe the jailers
He gave what he had to give
—per Gertrude Stein

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
205 · Aug 2022
Footsteps In The Hall
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2022
After midnight
the pendulum stalls
Chimes to deaden
as darkness calls
A clanking chain
the haunt begins
Till daylight threatens
—the shadows dim

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
205 · Mar 2017
Blood That Wouldn't Yield
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
You thought that you could skip a stitch,
  the thread provided free

You thought no one would ever notice,
  just one small opening

The seam then weakened steadily,
  threads loosened left and right

Excuses now unraveling,
  Old Glory taking flight

The sinew given strong and taut,
  to seal the danger out

But that one stitch you failed to close,
  won’t mute the nightmare’s shout

Miss Ross is now in mourning,
  as the stars have left the field

That one stitch you’ve forsaken,
—draining blood that wouldn’t yield

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
205 · Feb 2019
One Truth
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
Deception wears many faces
  —the truth but one

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)
205 · Jan 2023
Cresting The Trough
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2023
If your heart is open
and true

Your grief is as deep
as your love

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
204 · Oct 2016
Don't Look Back
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2016
“When staring death in the face,
  do not look back over your shoulder”

(From My New Novel: ‘Death From The Sky')
204 · Apr 2017
Spirit Imbued
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
The morning bid welcome,
  the night said goodbye

The sun gave us reasons,
  the moon made us cry

The cycle repeated,
  the old freed the new

The darkness retreated,
—the spirit imbued

(Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)
204 · Jan 2017
Defcon Zero
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
Nuclear Poetry,
  a single bomb drops

To wipe out the hate,
  to reset the clock

A megaton scream,
  its verse burns alive

The plague of excuses,
—deception and lies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
204 · Sep 2018
Devil's Potion
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2018
My cup runneth over
  your chalice half full

The emptiness suspect
  both murky and dull

It shines on the outside
  jewels christened with fire

But to drink from that liquid
  —forever a liar

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
204 · Mar 22
Judgment Abides
Appearance
reality
their differences
hide
Within the
perception
that judgment
abides

If once
crossing over
there’s no
going back
The tradeoff
complete
their identity
— hacked

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
204 · Mar 2017
Love's Reality—Unreal
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Your lies much more exciting,
  than any truth you never told

Stolen moments of pure delight,
  a fantasies cuckold

Your touch hides what your eyes cannot,
  my dreams you come to steal

Your body moves, your heart lays still,
  love’s reality—unreal

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
203 · Oct 2018
Buried In The Coals
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
Do you think you’re Heaven worthy
  for myself—I never have

The weight I carry pulls me down
  and keeps me off the path

I avoid most every mirror
  my reflection haunts me still

With eyes that stare like piercing lasers
  to maim, and then to ****

My spirit left in ashes
  my kindled soul to burn

Salvation buried in the coals
  —from lessons never learned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
203 · Aug 2021
Turning The Page
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2021
Living within the bookends of time
those feelings unturned
each page a new rhyme

From cover to cover the verses conceal
the moments most precious
—my truth to reveal

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
203 · Sep 2024
Here & There
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2024
The coincidence of
opposites
attracts and repels

Polarity of motion
where  
all paradoxes dwell

Conjoined in their
distinction
negating the either/or

Essential
singularity
— both after and before


(Eastern College: September, 2024)
203 · Sep 2018
The Music Stops
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2018
The jaws sing
As the drip, drip, drip,
Of the petroleum chorus
Dances across
The inverted aluminum
And the hissing starts
And the hissing stays
Its smell a warning
A final omen
Like the last rose
Of summer
Or the fragrance she wore
For that final goodbye
The teeth tear inward
Like the regret for today
And the regret for yesterday
And the lament for tomorrow
Its promise broken
And your khakis red
And baptized
A stigmata
To self infliction
As the music plays constant
And the rushing you feel
An emptying of sorrow
Onto the crushed ceiling
Of a dream in reverse
Of all life in reverse
Until two arms grab you
And you fall from the sky
And you fall from the sky
Waiting
For the ground
To coronate the outcome
And for one more answer
To a ‘why’ unquestioned
And to love you one more time
But the lights are now dim
And the voices muffled
As an ***** can be heard
And store bought flowers smelled
And an old woman cries…
As a young woman cries…
And a stranger pronounces
What you feared the most
They didn’t know you
And couldn’t know you
The exit sign flashing
But there is no door
“There Is No Door”
  —and then the music stops

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
203 · Dec 2019
Epiphany Relayed
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2019
Caught up in the great “I don’t know,”
my mind refused to learn

Moving into the “Maybe so,”
my thoughts began to turn

Morphing through each “To and fro,”
the options marked my days

Spreading what was “Mine to sow”
—epiphany relayed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
203 · Dec 2023
Zero Balance
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
Once spent …
there’s no tomorrow

Once spent …
all time is rife

Once spent …
your fortune tendered

Death’s currency
—is life

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
202 · Feb 2019
Never Destitute
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
In the darkest final hours,
  I began to write

And my words once spoken new
  from scattered ashes light the sky

To begin and end each day
  caught up in beauty’s distant wake

All loneliness filled by pages lined
  with happiness and joy

My fate betrothed, once mistress
  scorned
   —a lover more than wife

Whose vision so much sharper,
  her dissection cuts through bone

To slay the muted dragon’s fire
  in present tense delight

Beyond all past and future clouds
  above the darkening storm

To mate each breath and gifted word
  that heaven sends *****

Never destitute in blessings shown
  —or in things I wish I’d said

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
202 · Dec 2016
No Longer Served
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
Dinner almost over,
Dessert
Becomes a sweet
Memory
When no longer served

Time …

Main course of those
Not famished
By tomorrow,
Abundantly served
To those already full

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
202 · Jul 2017
Now Mine To Keep
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
My first breath every morning
   a thank-you to the Lord

My heart beats then in tribute
  single note in heaven’s chord

My last breath every evening,
  as I close my eyes to sleep

To thank him softly once again
—his grace now mine to keep


(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
  From ‘The Book Of Prayers’
  Written for my Grandchildren:
  Kiley, Hunter, Braden and Parker
202 · Nov 2019
All Verses Called Back
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2019
Will your writing change when death comes to call,
knowing it’s time for goodbye

Will each word become richer, each memory dear,
in the limited by and by

As finality beckons, will conviction resolve,
each day meaning more than the last

Your faith shaken then stirred, all verses called back
—eternity’s epitaph

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
202 · Apr 2019
Priority
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
The first responsibility of Poetry
  —is honesty

The second responsibility is to never
  forget responsibility number one

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
202 · Feb 2022
Lost Petals
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2022
Intention outstripped
his power of reason
Leaving him naked
—a meadow deflowered

(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
202 · Sep 2021
The Indian Sign
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2021
Silent but deadly,
the judgment of eyes
One look as your warning,
intensity cries

When meant for you only,
all others to miss
The glare in the staring
—unholiest tryst

(Wind River Canyon Wyoming: September, 2021)
201 · Jun 2023
Horae's Lyre
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2023
Making eternity
out of a moment
Escaping
the pretense of time
Beginnings
and endings
Falling away
in one enduring rhyme

Making eternity
bend to my will
An Angel
comes to dance
Wings on fire
Horae’s lyre
The instant christened
—another chance

(The New Room: June, 2023)
201 · Sep 2022
Not The War...
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2022
Losing the election
for doing what’s right

Losing the election
for shedding the light

Losing the election
for standing your ground

Losing the election
for truth honor bound

Losing the election
the battle is lost

Losing the election
—morality’s cost

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
201 · Dec 2016
Calling Me By Name
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
The magic of the instrument
travels down my fingers
and onto the page

Liberating my spirit,
as the laughter of a child
fills a room

Like a corkscrew,
first to pierce the miracle
inside the bottle

It releases my every mood
with its new introduction,
—calling me by name

(Washington D.C.: November, 2002)
201 · Jan 2022
Cowboy Up
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
Rodeo Poet,
bronc riding Sage
Arena unbridled
—dallies unfrayed

(Las Vegas: December, 2021)
201 · Apr 2019
Moments In Song
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
Painting with words,
Sculpting with phrases,
Singing the moments away

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
201 · Jan 2024
De Facto
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
It wasn’t fate
— it just was

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
Chapter 1

Do we no longer share anything of value?




Chapter 2

Do we no longer value anything we share?



Chapter 3:  Two Scenarios

Scenario 1 (1956):  A young boy gets in trouble at school for being insolent and talking back to the teacher. The teacher punishes the boy by keeping him after school, making him clean up the classroom, and by writing ‘I must learn to be more polite and respectful’ on the blackboard 100 times.

The boy’s younger sister goes home at the regular time and tells his mother why he is still at school.

The boy leaves the school at 5:00 pm and stops in to the corner store for some penny candy.  The storekeeper refuses to serve him because he heard about the boy’s behavior earlier today.  The boy leaves and walks to the beginning of his street.  There he is met by Mrs. Wagner who tells him she is very disappointed in what she has heard.  He decides to cut through the playground and take the shortcut to his back yard.  

As he crosses the basketball court, which backs up to the fence separating his back yard from the park, Mr. Johnson, the custodian, shouts out to him and asks him to stop.  “I can’t believe what I heard from the other boys about your behavior at school today, and I’m very disappointed in you. You’re better than that and you know it. Don’t come back to the playground until you’ve learned how to act right.”

Finally, he climbs over the chain link fence to his backyard.  It is here that his mother sees him for the first time, and he can tell she has been crying.  “How can you shame me like this when we’ve worked so hard to raise you in the right way? Your grandmother left earlier and even she doesn’t want to speak to you, and you know you’re her favorite — go straight to your room.”

At last, his father comes home and is appraised of what happened earlier today.  He walks into the boy’s room and asks him if there’s anything he has to say for himself?  Wisely, the boy says no.  With that, the father ’grounds’ the boy, taking away all privileges for an entire month.  He also tells the boy he will continue to stay after school, and clean the classroom, until the teacher says he’s learned his lesson.  The parents then call the teacher at home to apologize for the boy’s actions.

The next day, both parents take the boy to school and make him apologize to the teacher in front of the entire class.

This behavior is never repeated by the young boy, and he becomes a model of what respect for authority and right thinking should be.

Scenario 2 (2024):  A young boy gets in trouble at school for being insolent and talking back to the teacher. The teacher tries to discipline the boy, but he just laughs and walks away.  The teacher follows the young boy to the entrance of the school, as he continues to laugh at her remonstrations while trying to make fun of her for doing her job.

Without permission, the boy leaves school early.

On the way home he stops at the convenience store and, while the clerk isn’t looking, slips 2 candy bars under his coat and sneakily walks out.  Two high school kids in a car stop him at the entrance to the playground and say, “shouldn’t you be in school?”  When he tells the two what the teacher did, they both just laugh and say: “Yeah, she’s still the same $#@%^&*$% that she was when we had her 4 years ago.”

The high school kids should have been in school too …

Then the boy enters the gates of the playground near his house.  Three other boys, truant from a local parochial school, are hiding behind the equipment building, smoking cigarettes, and listening to their I-Pods.  When he tells them what happened at school they say: ‘Yeah, all teachers are pains in the ****.  They don’t know how to do anything but boss us around. My parents said if they were any good, they’d all get real jobs.”

The boy climbs the fence and enters his back door.  Both parents are working, so he takes the candy bars out and starts playing video games as he eats them.  His mother gets home first at 5:30 and then his father at 6:00. Neither even asks him how school went that day. He knows he can’t go back until he tells them, so as they are both catching up on their emails he starts his tale.

Only halfway into his story, his mother says: “She raised her voice and yelled at you?” His father then says: “I’ll have her job for that!”  They immediately call the principal of the school demanding the teacher be reprimanded and even threatening legal action if something is not done.  After hanging up, they start phoning other parents soliciting support against the teacher and the school.

They demand to speak at the next PTA meeting lambasting the unfortunate teacher for trying to do the right thing.  The teacher is put on probation for ‘action causing the boy to leave school’ and reprimanded formally by the superintendent.  The teacher decides that enough is enough, and this is her last year trying to teach young people not only academics — but manners and respect.

                                 Another Great Educator Is Lost

The boy goes on to become a recurring problem ultimately ending up in juvenile hall.

Where are the common values, and moral structure, that as a country we used to share?  Where is the support for doing the right thing because it’s the right thing to do?  Where are the keepers of the lost moral code that made our country great?

Where you ask?  They are lost and absorbed in the division that self-interest has created. GONE — and the greatness that real community and shared values could provide — are gone with them.

                                           Distance is shared
                                    by those striving to be close
                                          Valuing each other
                                      sharing each other’s pain



Chapter 4: Time and Distance

What separates the two scenarios in the previous chapter are time and distance.  We say them so often, and so often together, but are they really connected?  Is the first scenario only separated from the second by time and half a century?  Or is it something much more sinister and more difficult to deal with when recognized?

Some things once lost are maybe impossible to re-attain.

               Do we no longer share anything of value?  
                Do we no longer value anything we share?

In our nation, and within the American culture, I may look different than you.  My skin may be light while yours is dark. My ancestors may have come from Europe and yours from China.  My religion may be Christian while yours is not, but together over the last 200 years we have created the world’s greatest economy, defeated the most evil totalitarian dictators, and created an educational system that has produced doctors and architects, artists and engineers, that have changed the very surface and fabric of our world …

                          And All Mostly For The Better

We did these great things because we did them in concert.  We were a nation that was pulling together, having put our differences aside, for a goal we shared and the common good. We all believed in the accepted moral code, and we didn’t need to quote the Ten Commandments or the Torah to make it work.  It was ingrained deeply inside of us.  We didn’t need legislation to enforce our behavior.  Our actions came from a court of a much higher order.

                           That All Seems To Be Changing

Now, instead of finding more ways to unify ourselves, we spend our efforts building ever more fences that serve to divide.  We have formalized these divisions and given them names.  We are divided racially, culturally, intellectually, politically, sexually, and maybe what’s most insidious, economically.  The America that was the great ‘melting ***’ of our differences has turned into a great magnifying glass — enlarging and enhancing what can only serve to keep us apart.

The second generation Italian-American bricklayer, who couldn’t sign up for World War 2 fast enough, is replaced in many instances today by someone who feels all service to their country is an inconvenience at best, and wasted time at worst.  The great neighborhoods and playgrounds that brought us together when young have been replaced by pockets of isolated self-interest where America, and its freedoms, are just a tool used to achieve a narrow and self-serving agenda.

Much of this we have brought upon ourselves by electing officials more concerned with being politically correct than doing what’s right.  This has undermined the very bedrock of America itself. We have been ‘lulled to sleep’ by the symptomatic curing of these populist falsehoods, while the underlying disease plaguing our great nation is allowed to fester and grow.  

The ‘Me Too’ or ‘I’ generation is becoming the victim of its own false ideology, drowning in an egomaniacal sea of despair.  This manifests itself in the social and medical ailments of the last 50 years.  From ADHD, obesity, nervous anxiety disorders, and possibly autism, our nation suffers from a stigma of its own making.  The growth of professions like Psychiatry and Law are examples of how insular we’ve become and how intent we are at getting ‘our bigger piece of the pie’ at any cost. ‘Shrink’ visits, and litigation, seem to be the new badges of honor in a country that has lost its way.

Maybe it’s a good thing that wars are not fought conventionally anymore.  A high ranking Major General was recently quoted as saying that he didn’t think we could fight a war like World War 2 today.  He didn’t believe enough men could put their personal agendas aside and agree to fight for a common cause.  The meaning of the word common has come to mean something undesirable and to be avoided.

This same country, America, is passing laws to protect those living here illegally, while some of those who proudly served in her defense go hungry, homeless, and destitute.  I believe it should be mandatory that to hold public office you must first serve in the military or some form of public service. Then you will have an appreciation for the many who have sacrificed while asking for nothing in return. Many Veteran’s Groups come together today, not to be honored as they should, but rather to share their struggles in a world that seems to have lost interest in them and the great sacrifices that they made.  

                               This Was Not Always The Case

Today, America competes internationally with countries like India and China that have much more homogenous cultures and seem much better at pulling together to reach a common end by thinking along the same lines.  I travel to these countries, and people there seem to have discovered what we have forgotten. They know that two working in harmony can accomplish more than two working on their own, and that two plus two ‘together’ equals more than four.

                When People Come Together, The Whole Really Is
                          Greater Than The Sum Of Its Parts

Thinking along the same lines has nothing to do with a loss of personal or intellectual freedom.  It has to do with the affirmation that we can accomplish much more together than we can on our own.  It also means we are stronger when we come together. This is true both economically, socially, and culturally.  

There have been some great quarterbacks, who turned mediocre overnight, when they lost either a great running back or wide receiver.  Staring into the eyes of those other 10 men in the huddle is one of the great examples of what can be accomplished when all think with like minds.  In that huddle are men of all races, religions, and ethnicities, but they put those differences aside for 60 minutes to accomplish their goal.

                         As A Country, We Should Do The Same

The play that is called in the huddle is not to benefit just one player, it’s to benefit the whole team.  They either win or lose together based on the value system or game plan that they all agree upon.  It’s a simplistic analogy, but it’s magic and it works.

A ‘Call To Arms’ used to be enough for most men to lay aside personal interests and put their country first.  Today, during most times of crises, there are opinion polls, with spin doctors and talking heads, on the various TV cable news shows, telling you what to think or maybe reinforcing what you want to hear based on your personal agenda.  You can usually find exactly what you want to hear if you pick the ‘right’ channel out of the dozens available.  The news doesn’t get read anymore, but rather interpreted and spun, and both political parties are guilty of its manipulation.

                              And We’re All The Worse For It

The basic tenets of right and wrong do not change.  What they apply to does, but the principles do not.  They form the platform that a democratic society is built upon. If we can’t de-factionalize and de-polarize ourselves from this mess we’ve gotten into, how can we take the next steps forward to better ourselves collectively and become more than we currently are?
200 · Feb 2024
Mors Spiritualis
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
Mors Spiritualis

Spiritual *******
who is to blame
The prophets the poets
lascivious shame

With prurient verses
stark naked their prose
Defaming what’s ******
their lust to impose

And when they have finished
exposing their ruse
They choke on its meaning
and die self-abused

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)



Divinity’s Pew

The truth stands in contrast
to only itself
Once mentioned eternal
when thought and then felt
It lives in the ether
past fortune or fame
Conscripted by conscience
no praise and no blame
The truth beyond reason
beyond lies or consent
The lucky among us
to follow its scent
Its trail leads to faith
divinity’s pew
Transforming the moment
— you first say I do

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)



Freezing The Moment

Are you the
lead actor
within your own myth

The script
ever changing
the past in its crypt

Can you freeze
the moment
with only one word

The Angel’s
applauding
— the devil unheard

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)



Salt Lick

Politicians
endow a sword
to the few
— to command the many

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)


Modern Education

Learning more
about less and less
Feeling torn
in great duress
Faith attacked
we hide from myths
Real love scorned
— ourselves we kiss

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)


Marx In Hell

Political salvation
the god of failure
Beatifying the collective
— on the devil’s throne

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)


Gnostic Dreams

The brighter the glare
we discover around us
The darker the light
stays hidden within
Secular salvation
a digital failure
God’s imminent nature
— indistinguishable from ours

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)


‘Sage To The Court Jester …’

God’s truth — Man’s truth
bridging the difference
trust in the Muse

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)
200 · Jul 2024
Barding Time
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024
Can you put the past
behind you
is there nothing left
to learn
Can you look toward
the future
your dreams no longer
spurned
Can you ask that
final question
that unanswered
sets you free
Can you step inside
the moment
to be or not
— to be

(The New Room: July, 2024)
200 · Apr 2018
The Wings Of An Angel
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2018
God is a poet
  his blessings in rhyme

Salvation unmetered
  inspiration divine

His voice calls us inward
  temptation now gone

Where the wings of an Angel
 —carry words into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
200 · Mar 2018
Jewels Of Hope
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Dreams,
  radiant jewels of wishes and hope

Faceted light
  —of what tomorrow may bring

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
200 · Apr 2019
Cogito Ergo Erras
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
Science hears what,
  Philosophy why

The deafest of twins
  —singing in the same choir

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
200 · Jun 2022
It Calls
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2022
Conscience makes
the liars weep
The feeble strong
the dreamers sleep

It calls beyond
the thickest door
Forever’s shadow
—fate du jour

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
200 · Feb 2022
Shillingford Lent
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2022
Neither worth the breath
of one muted bard…

Nor worth the time
of a chance denial

(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
199 · Apr 2017
Soul Unrehearsed
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
All life is a poem,
  new stanza each day

The questions unreasoned,
  leaves fall where they may

My story in long hand,
  the seasons in verse

Discovery my Muse,
—with soul unrehearsed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
199 · Jan 2024
My Present To You
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
I remember the day
you borrowed my pain
“Take it,” I told you
no need to explain

It’s shopworn and battered
each scar duly earned
Its weight a true burden
of prophecy spurned

Then when you’ve finished
the torture complete
Find a new soul
to will it discrete

But no matter what happens
or how much you cry
This loan is forever
—forever goodbye

(Haverford College: January, 2024)
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