In his science
he wrestled
With my verse
just the same
As his numbers
refigured
The words
I renamed
Two roads
to one place
Distant windows,
one light
Time still to
confound
Albert’s shadow
—so bright
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
101 — 401
Poetry 101:
“Write what you know—write what you feel”
Poetry 401:
“Write what you know—write what you feel”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
A Forgotten Wish
Every word not spoken
—the lost child of a forgotten wish
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Heaven & Hell
Do your words sharpen,
as your feelings dull
Do your actions harken,
what’s still to cull
Do your wheels spin faster,
as you sink in place
Does the meaning retreat,
as you blindly chase
Do your moments forecast
or serve to remind
Does the past just bookmark
what your future declines
Does the master you serve
in false prophecy dwell
Do you still have the choice
—between Heaven and Hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Perfection Born
I wrote so many,
in hope of one
A lyrical surfer,
his wave to come
One verse to ride,
the search complete
And all eternity
within my reach
As the quiet ended
in a thunderous roar
The wait was over,
its message pure
All judgment past
and future scorned
A timeless swell
—perfection born
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Loss
The only winner in a war of attrition
—is loss
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Gone Astray
She promised me tomorrow,
stealing all my yesterdays
A future blackened with her lies
—the present gone astray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Catching All
The tide of redemption
—catches all in its wake
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
The Gift
The great gift of intelligence…
the gift of language
The great gift of language
—the gift of verse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Would I Trade The Words
Would I trade the words…
would I trade for a song
Would I trade the words…
for a life ever long
Would I trade the words…
for a pulpit on high
Would I trade the words…
for the moon and the sky
Would I trade the words…
for immortality insured
Would I trade the words…
for your love still unheard
Would I trade the words…
for all fortune and fame
Would I trade the words
—would my soul then remain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
The Devil's Details
Physics over Metaphysics,
the cart before the horse
The chisel praised, the sculptor blamed
—the tool the icon sourced
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Forever At Home
Giving up the money
for a chance at transcendence
The words became sacred,
all time was disowned
Chasing that one thing
that if caught defies memory
At one with the truth
—forever at home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: May 5th, 2019 10:48
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments2
Kurt,
You are a very busy author!
Your poetic pen is never dry...I’m happy to say! It seems that my namesake has been urging you to burn that candle at both ends? She IS something else!
~Laura~
Thanks. She's less than 30 days from taking a back
seat to Cutty.
The alimony is liable to be high!
The alimony will probably be high...you know she’s relentless...
She’ll have to take that back seat!
CUTTY IS WORTH IT!💖
I miss him!
So do I!
I’m so looking forward for his return!
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