Kurt Philip Behm

Darkening Sun (+11)

Deifying themselves,

 the scientists disprove

 with their tools

 the existence of God


To sit on a throne

 artificially made

 the Creator to them

 falsely shod


They loudly decry

 as their courtiers boast

 about how powerful

 their laws have become


While built into their structure

 a flaw starts to crack

 their self-glory

 —a darkening sun


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)



The Sleeping Messiah


The beginning and ending of all that is known,

 inside of one last wish


To carry the meaning of destiny’s Poem,

 all feelings to enlist


Into the darkness, bound by the light,

 truth filling up the sky


The hopes and desires of the children of dreams

  —to awaken the sleeping Messiah


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)




Hopeful Sound


We’re lucky to have survived each other,

 in the aftermath of love


Those promises made as leaves they fell,

 from a height so far above


The seasons changed, a pledge reclaimed,

 buries deep within the ground


Waiting for Spring, its first robin to sing

  —a new song of hopeful sound


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)



The Ivory Tower


Atheists work on the breaker box,

 as Creationists source the power


Rewiring a changing system that’s flawed

 —their lights flicker in an ivory tower


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)



Self Delusion


Your words can rise,

 or your words can fall


But a politically correct Poet

 —is no Poet at all


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)



The Origin


The speed of a photon,

 the steps of a man


The truth pointing inward

 —where forever began


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)



Fatality Of Truth


Words come to a point

 like the tip of a spear


Embedding the truth

 —impaling your fear


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)






Extinction probability,

 ninety nine point nine


History’s infinitive,

 the graveyard of time


Cosmology winning out

 in the end


The hourglass draining

 —last thought to befriend


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)



Time Unspun


Looking in not out,

 the picture cleared


Problems solved,

 both far and near


Motion closed,

 entropic sum


Space inflated

 —time unspun


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)



Quantum Zeno


Awareness can be frozen,

 “A watched pot never boils”


When perception’s forced upon itself,

 all change in stillness toils


“To thine own self” the Bard entreated,

 that one truth we’re meant to find


As consciousness—the mind of God

   calls us from inside


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)




Forever To Share


Are there degrees of spiritual freedom,

 or is its breadth just either or


Is the light metered out or self contained,

 and endless in its store


Is the origin of beauty and its pathway divined,

 beatific in its scope


Or can it be portioned, forever to share

 —granting wishes with its hope


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)



Because I Must


Writing Prose,

 because I can


And Poetry

 —because I must


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)






  • Laura


    Good Morning and a Happy Palm Sunday to you! 🕊

    A brilliant poem to begin this wonderful day! 🌞


    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks, a great Palm Sunday wish for you too!

      • Laura

        Thank you!☺️

      • Laura



        These twelve poems are the greatest! They’re very intriguing, inspiring, and insightful! I’m partial to...
        •”Hopeful Sound”
        It resonates within my soul!


      • Kurt Philip Behm

        Ahhhh .... Old Lovers!


        • Laura

          Yes, indeed! 🤗

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