Albert's Shadow (+11)

Kurt Philip Behm

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) 

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Comments2

  • Laura🌻

    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~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks. She's less than 30 days from taking a back
      seat to Cutty.

      The alimony is liable to be high!

      • Laura🌻

        The alimony will probably be high...you know she’s relentless...
        She’ll have to take that back seat!
        CUTTY IS WORTH IT!💖

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        I miss him!

        • Laura🌻

          So do I!
          I’m so looking forward for his return!



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