Kurt Philip Behm

Prisoners Of Time (+6)

In three thousand years of philosophical thought

 what in fact’s been changed

 

Has a sorrow been healed or steeple been built

 resulting from the game

 

The essence, the theory, the logic, the proof

 all couplets lacking rhyme

 

In the end all victims chained unto themselves

  —prisoners of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

Lights Prisoner

 

Lay your feelings out there,

  put them on the line

 

Send your fear back down to hell,

  forever to remind

 

Evil in submission,

  darkness wrapped in fright

 

The devil muted with your words

  —prisoner of the light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

With Grace Sent

 

I often walk a mile,

  to go just fifteen steps

 

I often write ten pages,

  for one line that dries and sets

 

I often talk a blue streak,

  listening for that special word

 

And often love beyond my heart

  —with grace sent from our Lord

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

      From ‘The Book Of Prayers’

 

 

Aging The Silence

 

A poem is never truly finished,

   a song never finally sung

 

As words and lyrics age the silence

  —all time forever young

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

Master Of It All

 

Should God destroy a mountain

  because you’re afraid of heights

 

Should the sun stay fixed forever

  to keep away the night

 

Should the birds all sing in unison

  drowning out the siren’s call

 

Should the questions all have answers

   —with you master of it all

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

Deliverance

 

Contentment has set in,

  all restlessness gone

 

The hour growing short

  —the day forever long

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

 

Revelation

 

The older I get,

  the more distant they seem

 

The past and the future,

  reality’s dream

 

The older I get,

  the deeper it feels

 

Distraction aborted

  —the moment revealed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)