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Kurt Philip Behm

My strength

Is that I am

Fundamentally

Unscientific

Not subject to the

Dissection

Of consequence

Or category

And not at the

Mercy

Of the scholastics

And nihilists

Who spend their days

Trying to reprove

That the whole is equal

To the aggregation

Of its parts

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

 

 

All Time Is Now

 

Release the hasp

Pull back the mask

The key has turned

Your face to learn

 

Remove the lid

Reach down amid

What’s hidden deep

—as secrets sleep

 

Confront the lie

The souls new stye

Wash clean the pain

With loves refrain

 

Commit your faith

In God remake

The time is now

 —all time is now

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

     From ‘The Book Of Prayers’

 

 

Dark Genius

 

A common man with bad intent

 can damage and do harm

 

But a genius with an evil heart

 —makes hellfire seem lukewarm 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

Into The Night

 

Chasing the morning…

Out of the trees

Over the hill

Quixotic trapeze

Through the valley

Crossing the lake

Into the meadow

Time overtakes

A messenger calls

The cave now in sight

Daylight behind us

 —into the night

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)

 

 

Now Mine To Keep

 

My first breath every morning…

   a thank-you to the Lord

 

My heart beats then in tribute,

  single note in heaven’s chord

 

My last breath every evening…

  as I close my eyes to sleep

 

To thank him softly once again

  —his grace now mine to keep

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

    From ‘The Book Of Prayers’

 

 

When Will We Ever Learn

 

Liberals with a credit card,

Debts they’ll never pay

Mortgaging our future,

The present now ‘in play’

 

Conservatives with a checkbook,

The balance no concern

Hope now bouncing downward

  —when will we ever learn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

His Riches Claimed

 

A fool

A rich father

A poor boy

A dream

The theater

Of experience

One whines

The other screams

The reckoning

Once predicted

Is here

The world in flames

The fool

Just canon fodder

The boy

  —his riches claimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

Whose Blood

 

Is the right proprietary,

  is eloquence ordained?

 

Who gets to decide,

  who gets the acclaim?

 

The writer of the lyric,

  the critic who disdains?

 

Who gets to call it Poetry

  —whose blood leaves a stain?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

Scars Of Experience

 

How do you teach Poetics,

  can all experience be forged

 

Maybe Emily will share her secret,

  what did she explore

 

How can you convert a feeling,

  into words beyond the main

 

How do they become a Poem

 —without scars to mark the pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

Aloneliness

 

Aloneliness,

  thickening fog

  haze to look out of

  safe in your bog

 

Aloneliness,

 creating the space

  for Laura to fill

  her words to embrace

 

Aloneliness,

  time and again

  taking me places

  love’s never been

 

Aloneliness,

  message so clear

  thundering wasteland

  silence in tears

 

Aloneliness,

  faithful in pain

  ever so near

  my eyes close again

 

Aloneliness,

  most trusted friend

  you that I count on

  —there till the end

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

Something Beyond

 

There’s a sense

  beyond five

 

A catalytic one

  that ties

 

The five together

  as one

  

In their mix

  an explosion

 

An auspicious

  moment

 

Allowing something

  to remake

 

Allowing something

  to become timeless

 

Allowing something

  —to escape

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

Heavenly Known

 

Art must be transcendent

 to justify itself

 

It must leave its creator

 and go somewhere else

 

Directing itself onward

 in a life of its own

 

Its form to become formless

 —once heavenly known

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

 

 

Echoing Silence

 

The farther your emotion gets away from your art,

 the wider your canyon becomes

 

Creation echoing off a towering wall

 —coming back as a silence unsung

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 6th, 2019 10:25
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Comments2

  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    It’s been a pleasure to read today’s 13 Super poems! I especially favor —“Aloneliness”—
    for obvious reasons!

    ~Laura~

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks. That word was a gift from her that I couldn't make out
    when she first said it. Laura has her own vocabulary and vernacular.

    🙂



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