What Kind Of Love (+8)

Kurt Philip Behm

What kind of love does a man have

  for the offspring

   —he will never meet

 

What kind of love does a man have

  for the great-great-grandchildren

    —he will never see

 

What kind of love does a man have

  for a future

   —beyond his control

 

What kind of love does a man have

  for those distant

   —yet present enrolled

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

A Lifetime Of Searching

 

Sitting alone

  among my books,

  growing old within myself

 

A memory came back

  its reflection dim,

  as I lifted one down from the shelf

 

Sitting alone

  among my books,

  I remembered—then remembered again

 

More than just words

  are on those pages I wrote,

  it’s my lifetime of searching—in print

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

Just A Writer

 

Not a professional writer

Not a commercial writer

Not an academic writer

    —of tomes

 

Not a writer of poetry

Not a writer of prose

Not a writer of colloquy

   —heaven knows

 

Not a writer of fiction

Not a writer of fact

Not for comic depiction

    —do my words then attack

 

Not a writer in residence

Not a writer then banned

Not a writer of circumstance

    —just a writer, I am

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

My Heart To Chime

 

Poor in stock yet rich in spirit,

  my clock does bow and sway

 

In rags and tatters all unstitched,

  with joy do I still pray

 

My flesh is weak, my home now burnt

   just embers to remind

 

Within this trouble and burning ash,

   on the hour

     —my heart still chimes

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

          ‘From The Book Of Prayers’

 

 

To The Bone

 

Like maggots on a piece of ham,

  the critics do their work

 

Devouring just because they can,

  to maim, destroy, and hurt

 

They eat through flesh right to the bone

  never missing one last scrap

 

Not even a scribbled, half-done poem

  —have they ever given back

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

Embracing Your Fear

 

I’ve always been good at making an entrance,

   never choosing to stay

 

I’ve always been good at passing through,

  most often forgetting the day

 

I bypassed adulthood, becoming a child,

  as your legions mocked and jeered

 

And answered those voices calling out of the wild

   —embracing everything you fear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

 

From Bended Knee

 

You can take away health,

   you can take away riches,

   you can take my ability to see

 

But it will only cause me to feel

  you more

   —as I cry from bended knee

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

       ‘From The Book Of Prayers’

 

 

Call To Heaven

 

Poetry’s sacred…

  prose not so much

 

One to be read

  the other to touch

 

The verse spoken freely

  in a nighttime array

 

Phrases eternal

  to outlive the day

 

The medicinal magic

  that hides in each line

 

Lifts my body to flight

  in a nocturnal climb

 

The prose gets pounded

  and pounded again

 

And its linear sense

  I find hard to befriend

 

As twilight appears

  from the corner of my eye

 

Each couplet on fire,

  and I look to the sky

 

With my very last breath

  not taken in vain

 

It’s with meter and rhyme

  —I call to heaven again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

       ‘From The Book Of Prayers’

 

 

Morning Flower

 

If I a man of simple mind

  and simple faith

 

Could hold your love within my heart

  for just an hour

 

On bended knees my arms would raise

  toward heaven’s gate

 

Like petals reaching out

  from a morning flower

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

             ‘To Kathryn’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Kurt,

    ā€¢ ā€œWhat Kind Of Loveā€
    Very interesting, intriguing, informative, meaningful and relatable thoughts superbly penned!
    At times I have more love for ā€œthe offspringā€ I never met!

    ~Laura~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      It's what drives much of my writingā€”so that my great,
      great, great, grandchildren can still know me.

      šŸ™‚

      • LaurašŸŒ»

        Undoubtedly they will!!šŸ˜‰

      • psychofemale

        I love My Heart to Chime šŸ™‚

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        Thanks, may yours chime also!

      • LaurašŸŒ»

        Kurt,

        Back in my chair...
        All is quiet...
        Not a sound anywhere.
        Now is a great time to
        enjoy reading the
        poems that I see...
        Especially the ones
        written by thee!

        I love them all...especially
        ā€œMorning Flowerā€!
        Itā€™s an absolutely
        beautiful gift!

        ~Laura~

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        Morning Flower is my favorite also, as is she!

        Thanks

        Kurt

        • LaurašŸŒ»

          She must be a beautiful and wonderful woman! šŸ˜Š

          • Kurt Philip Behm

            Thank you. She decided to take a chance on a wandering free spirit over 40 years ago.

            I'm very lucky. I sometimes think she conspires with Laura to keep me out of trouble.

            So farā€”so good!

            šŸ™‚

            • LaurašŸŒ»

              She did well to take that chance. I applaud her! I believe youā€™re both lucky and blessed to have each other. God bless you both!
              Kudos to Laura and Kathryn...the dynamic duo. Theyā€™ll do their best to keep you ā€œout of troubleā€! Iā€™m certain Iā€™ll be reading all about it!šŸ˜‰

              • Kurt Philip Behm

                You'll always be first!

                • LaurašŸŒ»

                  That warms my heart!šŸ¤—



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