Kurt Philip Behm

Sound Bites 4-4-2026

Dark Raven

 

In the beginning

there was hope ...

there was hope

in the beginning

 

Soaring like an eagle shepherding the doves

 

Then man became

a king ...

became a king

in his portending

 

Soaring like a falcon preying on the doves

 

Until pride became

his lord ...

became his lord

in the undoing

 

Falling into darkness from salvation high above

 

In his self-inflicted

fate ...

inflicted fate

his reign was ending

 

Falling a dark raven through the light of Heaven’s love

 

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Finding Your Base

 

First

Last

And always

— pick your arena

 

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Lost In The Throes

 

To me

it’s about imagery

damn the torpedoes ...

damn the line structure

poems or prose

 

To me

it’s the metaphor

damning the simile ...

damning the grammar

— lost in the throes

 

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Manus Ad Manus

 

The hand that opens widest

— rocks the cradle

 

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Boomerang

 

Debating yourself

a losers folly

Debating yourself

— new spit in the wind

 

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My Honor

 

You might be

my ally

But you’re not

on my side

A formal

arrangement

An unmarried

bride

 

You say

you are loyal

In liege

to the same

But when push

comes to shove

My honor

— you’ll claim

 

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 Right Always Right

 

Can anything get done

without being autocratic

Can anything happen

when subject to vote

 

Did Our Lord become savior

by being democratic 

Right always right

— never crossing the moat

 

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Playing The Odds

 

Dotting the I’s

all Hell freezes over

Crossing the T’s

tomorrow is gone

 

Hedging your bets

the wolf edges closer

Playing the odds

— the right and the wrong

 

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By Its Grace

 

I always said

I’d know

when it was time

for my last poem

 

And choosing

perfect rhyme

I would leave

forever knowing

The world

a better place

a warm embrace

with letters showing

 

That time

has set me free

and by its grace

— my aura glowing

 

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Heads In The Sand

 

Our country has become

a nation of cowards

Valuing safety

over what’s right

 

Festering blindly

foes are emboldened

Our heads in the sand

— embracing the night