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Kurt Philip Behm Poem
What I knew before birth
I will know after death
This slight pause called life
—where the soul takes a breath
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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If I tell you everything ...
how much of everything
are you willing to know
If I give you everything ...
how much of everything
are you willing to take
If I promise you anything ...
how much of my promise
are you willing to keep
As I ask you for one thing ...
but how much of that one thing
— are you willing to give
(The New Room: June, 2024)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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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)
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I came to your hospice,
I came here to die
I came for my family
a final goodbye
I broke that one promise,
I most wanted to keep
Alone on my mountain,
no mourners to weep
The doctors and nurses,
they prod and they poke
Their intentions most noble,
my spirit on dope
In the night, strangers faces
call out my name
And act like they know me
new pawn in the game
If I had that one wish
still left unfulfilled
I would walk to the rim
of the Canyon so still
At dawn I would jump
with both arms open wide
Saying: Thank you Dear Lord
—for a wonderful ride
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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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)
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There’s comfort in knowing,
things come and they go
As the wind brings a newness,
whether lilac or snow
There’s joy in all laughter,
given freely and new
And music in the words,
chosen only by you
There’s a time to be born,
and a time then to die
An ending beginning,
a final stop on your ride
What was right at the start,
truer still at the end
And that angel before you,
now the angel within
With deaths only offer,
…one last memory to choose
As the seasons uncouple,
—and your world again new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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If Art …
is our connection to the senses
Then Poetry …
is our connection to the soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm Poem
The graves have been dug
all bugles away
Medals awarded
for valor displayed
The soldiers in transit
to homes once so dear
But where is the peace
—when gunfire you hear
(Opening Poem To My New Novel: ‘Approaching Storm’)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2023
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In the middle—the center,
a bullseye did hide
Its heart bleeding red,
to target the lies
It cried out for justice,
it cried out in pain
Until an arrow struck deeply,
truth firmly ingrained
Its point forced its power,
its shaft driving home
A message of hope,
into falsehood atoned
And deep in your memory,
a last orphan screams
Renamed in the vengeance,
—rebirthed in this dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
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Playing defense with terrorism,
—another name for suicide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
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