Living Beyond

Kurt Philip Behm

Reborn a poet

  and then set free

 

To live beyond wealth

  —and majesty

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

The Fountain

 

If you ask me to read,

  I’ll say only the good

   —in spite of what others might think

 

Once your blood has been spilled,

  and the cut is deep

   —my task to heal, not push to drug or to drink

 

If the pain is too great,

  my heart you may take

   —as I suture you back from the brink

 

From this deepest of wounds

  that I surround and embrace, as a fountain

   —where you may now drink

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

 

What Darkness Brings

 

Twilight falls onto my

  windowsill

 

Demon fire in full

  retreat

 

The stars return

  glowing embers that burn

 

In whose radiance

  an Angel will sleep

 

Days grip is unchained,

  the cantor sings while he prays

 

As the chorus cries out

  “It’s unplugged”

 

The sun has now left

  with my hopes not bereft

 

Only the night

  —points to heaven above

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2019 21:38
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    I thoroughly enjoyed all three brilliant poems!

    • “Living Beyond”
    So very happy you were
    ‘Reborn a poet
    and then set free’
    to write all that you do and globally share your talents that will
    ‘live beyond wealth
    —and majesty’

    • “The Fountain”
    Brilliantly penned as your muse wanted...I am certain!
    ‘If the pain is too great,
    my heart you may take
    —as I suture you back
    from the brink’
    Wow! I absolutely love this stanza!!

    • “What Darkness Brings”
    As I was reading this beautiful poem, it reminded me of the night my father died...
    ‘The sun has now left
    with my hopes not bereft

    Only the night
    —points to heaven above’

    This one I shall read to my mom. It will make her smile!

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful poems!

    ~Laura~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Your comments always make my day. I love waking
      up and looking forward to your insight and intuitive
      observations.

      Thanks as always...

      Kurt.

      • Laura🌻

        My pleasure, my friend!🤗
        Your poems always speak to me. It’s remarkable!

        Have a great day!🌻



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