Kurt Philip Behm

Can You (+9)

Can you separate your art

  from your politics


Can you separate the temporal

  from the divine


Can you separate the excuses

  from the reasons


Can you separate purpose

  from those wasted times


Can you separate your vocation

  and avocation


Can you separate curiosity

  from true insight


Can you separate your duty 

  from convenience


Can you separate the darkness

 —from the light


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)



Dragons Caught


The tightness of the words

  protects the freedom of the thought


Whose voice when spoken gently

  —can silence thunder and dragons caught


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)



Calling Inward


Are your wishes scribed in combat,

  are your hopes relined with pain


Is your motion found still wanting

  as you climb the stairs again


Are your words now of this moment,

  is your verse free and sincere


Are your feelings calling inward

  —from a heart that’s yearning dear


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)




To Rage And Roar


My pen constrained and kidnapped

   as ink bleeds evermore


Voices cry: “Something More Be Done”

  —fury to rage and roar


(Villanova Pennsylvania: Dreamsleep-February, 2016)



Ink That Doesn\'t Run


Words in my fountain pen

   bullets in my gun


Blasts of rapid insight

  —ink that doesn’t run


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)



Less Risk


The deeper the pond

  the calmer the water


The older the wine

  the richer the flavor


The longer the gaze

  the sharper the picture


The fewer the words

   —less risk of conjecture


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)



Rooted Within


Carrying them with me

   traveling through time


The words seed my memory

   new meter and rhyme


Spreading them freely

  over days fallowed thin


New feelings sprout upward

   —rooted within


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)  



Poetry Can\'t


A novel can be written and detach

  from its author

   —but poetry can’t


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)



Turn The Page


When the freedom

  to think


And the ability to write

  are at odds


    —turn the page


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)




Together They Stand


Not judged in reference

   kindred spirits they dance


The words once they’re spoken

  notes and palettes enhanced


The music enlivens

  what phrases will say


While a painting embodies

  what verse can convey


And the only conflict

  is in the critics eye


Who sees not the harmony

   but comparisons lie


As all art travels skyward

  enjoined hand in hand


To the source of its power

  —where together they stand


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)