The last door now open,
freedom’s been found
The air burns electric
the words different sounds
To fly unabated
with heavens consent
En masse celebration,
the god’s do relent
All feeling enraptured
new joy to be shared
The journey, the struggle
—salvation ensnared
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
New Storms
How now the vanishing wind…
The days are upon us
last season begins
All words are regifted
and placed into song
As time has now shifted
our last excuse gone
How now the suffering lies…
The light burns immortal
old visions decry
What’s done long behind us
new storms call our name
The clouds mark their entry
—the past left to blame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Bastard Of Time
When time loses its hold
do you choose a new father
Free of place and all station
even freer from blame
Your mother is now
and your mother forever
But your father is a choice
much more than a name
Do you wrestle in torment
as he calls out to you timeless
Beyond the past and the future
—where you forever remain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Mariah's Song
As long as the wind blows
Poets will not be forgotten
Their words the breezes carry forth
—their thoughts to heaven thrown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
To Me
Poetry is to be given away
and never ever sold
A gift beyond what time demands
—and wrapped in leaves of gold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
A heavenly read...
āTo fly unabated
with heavens consentā
āThe journey, the struggle
āsalvation ensnaredā
When reading these
beautiful words,
an uplifting, unstoppable
feeling of freedom is begotten!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura. I thought I was the only one up this late writing.
You always put your special touch on everything. Honored again!
I do not require much sleep.
I look forward to these few
hours of the night when
everyone is asleep and I can
selfishly enjoy the silence.
I always found it that way...
ever since my college days.
I find it to be the most
satisfying and peaceful
time of the ādayā!
Iāll be in dreamland
in an hour or so!
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