Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Colors Of The Night

The Rattle

Sleeping in the same bed
with death
Hearing it breathing
close to my chest

The hours pass 
slowly
From twilight
till dawn

The rattle
incessant
In dreams that
— prolong

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They Target ...

Some say ...
“People aren’t good
they want to be bad

“And dropping their vail
they prey
on the sad

“Vicarious evil
they spin
in the dark

“Entrapping the
weakened
— they target and mark”

*********

The Last Hope

Everything belongs
to those who will steal
Entitlement covets
the ones who straight deal

Ownership lies 
in the will to invade
And take what another
has paid for in spades

History written
by winners and thieves
Who preyed on those weaker
 morality grieves

That final comeuppance 
the Good Book contains
The only hope left
— when justice abstains

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Colors Of The Night

Memory ill-begotten
in this land
of broken dreams

Passion exists
in scant supply
heartache packed in reams

Feelings dark
and tainted
in colors of the night

Where here I sit
my soul remiss
— with no escape in sight

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Sleeping Alone

At the base
of the bed
there’s a crevice
Hiding
every memory
of pain
That losing you
has caused
me
Where I sleep
alone 
— again

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Hope Returns

A new gift
every morning
Ain’t rich
but Lord I’m free

Hope returns
with each new
sunrise
— washing over me

(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)

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