Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Thursday Sound Bites

Last Chance

In between the shadows
of forgotten yesterdays
Light’s glimmer calling out to me
on bended knee I pray

— Two angels appear before me —
their arms are open wide
A glimpse of all eternity
— alive within their eyes —

Last chance to heed the Caller
last memory to ordain
Last chance to heed the Caller
— my destiny proclaimed

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Your Servant

If I was granted one star
from the heavens
To illumine the very blackest
of days

In debt to the universe
but free of the dark
A servant I’d kneel
—  celestial to pray

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Lettered In Sound

Creating new music
inside of each word
Harmonic inscription
— to read and be heard

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What Imagery Proffers

The deception of reality
lost in plain sight
What the eye often swears to
a mirage will requite

Sentience teases
with each sound and each smell
What imagery proffers
— and vision compels

(The New Room: May, 2026)

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