Kurt Philip Behm

The Future Proclaims

The pen and the keyboard…

their white flag of truce

 

Now shattered and tattered,

new words on the loose

 

The ink stains once mighty,

a cursor now reigns

 

As deep into cyberspace,

—the future proclaims

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

One Deep Thrust

 

To pierce todays attention span,

fewer words are best

 

A point honed sharp for one deep thrust,

—one is all you’ll get

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

Forever Beguiled

 

The voice of a Poet,

the breath of a child

 

The curse of the Devil,

—forever beguiled

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

To Light The Spoken Air

 

Thoughts inflame as feelings stir

Words simmering yet to boil

Unspoken sparks drift through the night
A pyre still to burn

Delphian in its natural form
The smoke a treacherous friend
Ink rekindles and lies cremate 
The mind, its woods on fire

As heat restores the human soul
All prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn,
—and free the poet’s hand 

The verses stack and dry of doubt
Their ignition up to you
As dark they wait for your next breath
To light the spoken air

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)