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166 · Dec 2016
My Heart
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
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MY HEART AS RANSOM

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(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
166 · Jan 2022
Darkness Through The Glass
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
Is there something unwanted
or even decried
that lives in the bottom
of all you’ve despised
to weep when you’re happy
the prefect of tears
confusing the moment
defying the years
its magic conscripting
new days into night
trapping what’s in you
embracing the fright
one saving question
the clock striking twelve
destiny tolling
—your answer indwells  

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
166 · May 2019
Turned Back Into Song
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
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 pain always right

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,
  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 back into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
165 · Apr 2021
Nunc Perpetuum
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2021
Shrinking time down
to a factor of one
The future and past
cancel out zero-sum
The moment, this instant
the only thing real
Unmasking the present
—nothing left to conceal

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: April, 2021)
165 · Jun 2018
The Present Instilled
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Writing for tomorrow,
  today is enhanced

Writing for tomorrow,
  my mind and heart dance

Writing for tomorrow,
  my place is affirmed

Writing for tomorrow,
  my name is confirmed

Writing for tomorrow
  the future reeled in

Writing for tomorrow
  new moments begin

Writing for tomorrow
  old crucibles filled

Writing for tomorrow
—the present instilled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
165 · Aug 2021
To Glen Campbell
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2021
Hitchhiking Angel,
twelve stringed harp,
wandering spirit
—Elk City wind

(Tucumcari New Mexico: January, 2019)
165 · Mar 2021
Vindicta
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Buried in the shadows,
hiding in the night
Valor pierced and left to bleed,  
hemorrhaging with fright
Fangs exposed and deadly,
searing from within
Readying to pounce and strike
—vengeance to begin

(The New Room: March, 2021)
165 · Feb 2024
Conation
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
Conation

Have you tilted the axis
on a new tomorrow
Have you changed with intention
— the direction of time

(The New Room: February, 2024)



Round Peg — Square Holes

The poetry of mathematics
— oxymoronic at best

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)





Robert The Bruce

War is won
before the first battle fought
Willful intention
the enemy caught

Decision a crossbow
empowered by choice
The spirit retracting
— a conquering voice

(Stonehenge: March, 1987)


Apate

Captive of emotion
— prisoner of deceit

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)


Crossing Over

Attending his own funeral
no tears were exchanged
No grieving or mourning
— but memory remained

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

In Memoriam

People won’t remember you
because of your money
The human spirit bereft
by your dollars in vain
History won’t revere you
because of your tokens
Your legacy built upon
— prescience ordained

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)



Blood Trail

Don’t get ****** into choosing
both sides are bad
The Left or the Right
their massages sad

The Right tries to promise
what Leftist’s sublate
Two sides to a trap
— where lies are the bait

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)


“What Simple Folk Do …”

Only inside ordinary things
is the extraordinary released
Baptized new day after day
eternity unleashed

Only by embracing what’s common amongst us
as Arthur knew so well
Can we move on to where it starts
beyond heaven — beyond hell

(Memories Of Camelot: February, 2024)


Making Our Bed

The silence of death
lives in the future
Sleeping with memories
— of yesterday’s past

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
165 · Jan 2022
The Last Rite
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
Bury the hurt
to get over the pain
As memory relines
with forgiveness again

Bury the past
for new light to break through
With darkness abandoned
—your spirit anew


(Las Vegas: January, 2022)
165 · Dec 2019
The Last Laugh
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2019
Outside the backdrop of the given world,
the emptiness fled
And deep in the recesses of what’s never to be,
contradiction fed
Far beyond meaning and stated intent,
all reasons turned to dust
With nothing to prove and less to embrace
—the laugh at last on us

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
165 · Apr 2019
The Wings Of An Angel
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
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)
165 · Feb 2019
A Choice
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
To those who seek acquaintance,
  I can’t and won’t befriend
  
No time that isn’t mortgaged,
  no hearts will I defend

Each day begins and ends
  with gifted words upon the page

My blood lay rediscovered,
  new memories to age

My spirit lost within the Muse,
  my shadow running free

Her fond acceptance zero-sum,
  her voice my destiny

To those who say they know me,
  my verse they must have read

That person lost before the scribe,
  much better left for dead

And in the moment present,
  where all things take their place

I give myself back to a choice
  —no friendship can replace

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
165 · Nov 2016
Eternity Waiting
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
In the depths of the forest,
a lone candle burns

That light into forever,
your spirit still yearns

In the trees and the darkness,
its promise burns bright

With eternity waiting,
—and just out of sight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
165 · Nov 2021
No Mans Land
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2021
With little to gain
and much more to lose
the soldier reloads
no longer to choose

A fate most uncertain
all outcome in doubt
his soul placed in Limbo
—too late to back out

(The New Room:  November, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2017
Whatchu gonna do when
  the trim is gone

Whatchu gonna do when
  the right turns wrong

Whatchu gonna do when
  the whistle blows

Whatchu gonna do when
  your feet say no

Whatchu gonna do when
  the man comes knockin

Whatchu gonna do when
  that devil’s laughin

Whatchu gonna do when
  your train don’t run

Whatchu gonna do when
  the words won’t come

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
165 · Nov 2018
To Dance With The Muse
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
Hopes and wishes step aside,
   as new words cut in to dance

Painting the floor red
  in lettered steps of eternity

Partners now consonant
  a song of celebration

Whose lyrics waltz inward
  —in patterns of remembrance

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
165 · Jul 2024
Leaving Tomorrow
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024
How deep do we travel
inside the divide
When crossing a line
we may not survive

How much of existence
lies waiting beyond
Those things without answers
— in moments becalmed

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
165 · Feb 2023
Distant Bells
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2023
There are strange wanderings
in the souls
of the most common of men

Where willpower and intellect
come together
—pointing the way

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
165 · Nov 2016
I'm A Writer
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
I’m never lonely,
  — I’m a writer

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
165 · May 2024
Deeper Roots
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
You can burn a book
but not its truth
Flames no match
for time’s reproof

Planted deep
below the lime
Its seeds will flower
— where light to shine

(West Campus: May 6, 2024)
165 · Jul 2021
Scio Te Ipsum
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2021
In most things a fledgling
to some degree
A novice at love
and what’s not to be
Indentured forever
beyond my leave
And only an expert
—at being me

(The New Room: June, 2021)
164 · Sep 2019
Incarceratus
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2019
Letting his past
determine his future

Old voices in charge
—all memory in pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
164 · Mar 2017
Now Others Sung
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
A Poet writes from experience,
  dilettantes rave and rant

The price demanded to feed the Sage,
—wishing and hoping can’t

Magic in wrapping a word around,
  place known or thing you’ve done

Beauty when lyrics belong to you,
  —in songs now others sung

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
164 · Jan 23
Kadoka
Wandering off
drifting hither and yon
Stumbling without purpose
through maddening throngs
Askant in reflection
devoid of all thought
The badlands awaiting
— eternity fraught

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
164 · Jan 2022
Potentia Mutare
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
You can’t fill your dry spots
out of a whisky bottle
Or chase away demons
with a ***** needle
Or change the future
pointing the finger of blame
The freedom within you
—the power to change

(The New Room: January, 2022)
164 · Dec 2023
'What A Wonderful World'
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
Louis Armstrong …
a class by himself
Not Dixie or Jazz
but much deeper felt

Growing better with age
his music enthralls
If fourteen or forty
his melodies call

Both Ella and Ray
are seated out front
As Satchmo delivers
when others exeunt

Timelessly treasured
he’d broken the mold
Of what sound can measure
—and a smile can hold

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
164 · Nov 2016
Last Verse
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
I never chose to live among you,
  and choose to die alone

My thoughts in writing here beside me,
—last verse my ticket home

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
164 · Sep 2016
Not For Loan
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2016
Stolen from eternity,
  the feelings would not
  lend themselves—to words

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
164 · Apr 2017
My Soul Electric
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
Each Poem wrought,
  another day of
  freedom bought

Each verse proclaimed,
  one more glorious
  night renamed

Each line unleashed,
  new light is shown
  old shadows hide

Each truth I speak,
  my soul electric,
  —words alive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
164 · Jan 2017
Deception
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
The Lies about tomorrow,
—the truth about today

Deceived by joy and sorrow,
—all future gone astray

(Las Vegas Nevada- January, 2017)
164 · Jun 2021
Verba Possunt Occidere
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2021
Speaking your mind
is dangerous

Speaking truth
—the deadliest thing of all

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)
164 · Dec 2018
A Community Of Friends
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2018
There once was a time when women could cook,
  and men knew how to dance

Education was by the book,
  no fuzzy math or creative finance

Parents visited their own parent’s homes,
  as the grandchildren came along

And life was so much better then
  new words to every song

There once was a time when women could cook,
  and men knew how to dance

Hearts were pure as dogs roamed free,
  neighbors talked across the fence

Everyone shared those values true
  family mattering most of all

Because in the end, a community of friends
  —let you rise and then stand tall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
164 · Aug 2023
No Curtain Call
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2023
As we age
death
reclaims us
Stealing
our youth
and then our hope

In the ground
where
memories rot
Willing us
nothing
—but the dark

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
164 · May 2017
My Sins He Forgave
Kurt Philip Behm May 2017
I stare in the mirror,
And the devil stares back
Laughing and sneering,
His taunting attack

“I bought you, I own you,
Now run, try to hide
Your soul has been mortgaged,
Your spirit denied”

I run through the barn,
And come back with a brick
At the silvery glass,
I throw and then kick

The pieces all scatter,
And smash on the floor
As a roar can be heard,
From the rafters and more

A fire has started,
The hay loft ablaze
With bats in the air,
The demon has raised

I reach in my shirt,
For the cross round my neck
For my Grandmother’s promise,
To preserve and protect…

And the heat that it carries,
Burns bright in my hand
As I point it aloft,
At the horns that now fan

“A Rosary upon you,
Return to your cave
My faith is restored,
—my sins he forgave”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
164 · Jan 2019
My Spirit Enthroned
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Surrendering very little back to life,
  the time became solely my own

Which I spent on myself and the ones I loved,
  protecting what inside was my home

The years raced along with my memory endowed,
  regrets being seldom and few

Each choice that I made—every promise I kept,
   my spirit enthroned sovereign and new

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
164 · Apr 2017
My Mind To Go Back
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
The places I’ve travelled,
  yet haven’t seen

The roads I’ve ridden,
  while caught in-between

The mileage piled up,
  memory lay stacked

Voices call distant,
  —my mind to go back

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Wrap your poem
around nothing
its bow mocked
in relief
Each word
but a gesture
of empty
deceit

Wrap your verse
in a vacuum
where all speech
is abhorred
The power
of emptiness
alone
— and unscored

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
163 · Jun 2024
Grand-Pere
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2024
A legacy for a father
waiting uninspired
Painted by the numbers
paternity required

Angel guardian my lost friend
orphanage exile
Free me on this darkest night
lead me through denial

Empty titled nominee
robbers roost to hide
Salutation waits unborn
seeded but unrhymed

Grand-Pere whose master’s voice
birthed my infant scrawl
Fill me once then fill me twice
— to sire and enthrall

(The New Room: June, 2024)
163 · Feb 2018
Unseeded
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
Fear, like prejudice,
  should not be handed down

To fallow the orchard
—or barren the ground

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
163 · Dec 2021
Nocturnal Mystery
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2021
The sun is down
and you’re standing on the platform all alone
with night
that friend who never questions…
But dawn is looming
with its predictable answer
never asking what went on before
as you stand there and wonder…
Does all confusion surrender to the darkness
or is there but one confusion
wherein your mind is set free
to rush through the empty spaces and moments…
Looking beyond what your eyes betray
  you sit down at the back of the platform
and open your journal
while closing your eyes…
New words to be told
no time to be old
one truth to behold
—and write

(Fairmount Park: December, 2015)
163 · Mar 2022
Fear Not The Ides
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2022
Don’t make the time,
take the time
—life inside the difference

(Warsaw: March, 2022)
163 · Aug 2016
No Ink From Within
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2016
You tell me…
the structure gives strength to your writing

I tell you…
it’s nothing but crutches in waiting

You tell me…
  the order brings beginning and end

I tell you…
  the sequence does feign and pretend

You tell me…
  the form—the most important of things

I tell you…
  the message is on Seraphim’s wings

You show me…
  the prison you’ve build with your pen

I show you…
   a cartridge empty—no ink from within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
163 · May 2019
One Day Beyond Mourning
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
One day beyond mourning, a new sun to shine
a promise remade—not a cloud in the sky

One day beyond mourning, your spirit still warm
your flesh now at rest—on the hill past the barn

One day beyond mourning, the bed sheets unfold
your shadow uncovered—and now mine to hold

One day beyond mourning, the sun in my eyes
  new words in my heart—a mockingbird cries

One day beyond mourning, my soul free to roam
  your paintings surround me—among them I’m home

One day beyond mourning, I walk to the field
our blanket still hanging—the oak that concealed

One day beyond mourning, I reset my sights
  the day I’ll rejoin you—that heavenly flight

One day beyond mourning, all will broken free
  my name on the wind—as you call out to me

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
163 · Aug 2018
New Voices
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
Nobody knew me,
  and that was my choice

The distance I kept
  protecting my voice

Though others had promised,
  their words fell in vain

My spirit untarnished
   whose breath I lay claim

My heart often suffered
  the pain I’d been caused

But a force pulled me inward,
  all hurt left on pause

This pathway my own,
  its direction so clear

Where alone I must travel
  —new voices to hear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
163 · Sep 2023
Giving Me Back
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2023
Laura returned in a dream tonight
to remind me of who I was
Leading me toward a waxing moon
she sang of hope and love
Pulling me close she kissed my lips
as her breath refilled my soul
Giving me back unto myself
—with a joy that time had stole

( To My Muse — Laura Nyro: September, 2023)
163 · Jun 2019
Glorious Welcome
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Unto a rose,
flower so sweet

Petals like velvet,
fragrance so deep

Up through the concrete,
lining many a field

Its glorious blossom
love’s welcome—revealed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
163 · Mar 2017
Their Power To Steal
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Humanity bankrupted
  his checking account,
  but his love was not overdrawn

Each check that he wrote,
  each choice that he made,
  trading ingots for righting a wrong

With credit denied,
  and spirit affirmed,
  he continued to endorse what was real

Until bankers and lawyers
  destroyed with one stroke,
  his wishes—their power to steal

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
163 · Mar 2022
An Artists Prayer
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2022
To share in Creation
—is to become Divine

(Ist Book Of Prayers: February, 2017)
163 · Aug 2019
Beyond Perdition
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
From the Devil’s stable,
I picked the fastest stallion

And rode beyond perdition
—through eternity’s flames

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
163 · Oct 2019
Ill At Ease Or Unfurled
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
Is your pathway to Heaven now structured,
  with words that your verse seeks to pray

Is your stairway straight up or diverted,
  remittance and debts to repay

Is your meaning construed or verbatim,
  intention set free of this world

Is your love what was given or taken
—your heart ill at ease or unfurled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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