Kurt Philip Behm

Out Of Sight (+4)

Rewired and poetic,

 words light up the night


Casting darkness back to hell

—demon out of sight


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)



A Writer


The only way to become a writer

—is to write


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)




Something For Gregg


I was somewhere deep in Kansas,

on a Triumph 69’


When your song came on the jukebox,

and hit me from behind


I was headed for a bad place,

and cared for nothing much


When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’

my heart and soul were struck


Entranced, your lyrics captured me,
  like nothing had before


When you sang about ‘The Gypsy,’

I headed for the door


But something made me turn around,

and grab another dime


Ten more times in that diner’s booth,

still lost within your rhyme


Now back inside the bus station,

and sleeping on the bench


I scratch your words into the wood,

last dollar gone and spent


My bike outside against the wall,

the kickstand now long gone


And out of gas, my hopes have dashed,

that unrelenting song


Waking up at ten unsettled,

across the street I pushed


The sign said Triumph-BSA,

the owner Mister Cush


He asked, “What’s with your motor,”

I said “nothing—out of gas,


“But worse I’m out of money,

can I sell the bike for cash


“Would you please just buy my Triumph,

I know it’s old and worn


“It got me here through seven states,

runs great both cold and warm”


“I’ll pay three hundred on the spot,

on that can we agree?”


We walked back up inside his shop,

three bills he handed me


I thought about a bus ride home,

my thumb looked more in line


Facing East on old route #50,

my heart in deep decline


The first big rig that came along,

was bound for York Pa.


The driver said “If you like dogs,

I’ll take you on your way”


In York I caught a fast ride out,

two ‘dodgers’ going North


And got back home with hat in hand,

your song to guide me forth


Two years then passed, I met my wife,

four more and our first child


And we named her ‘Sweet Melissa,’

her dad back from the wilds


Now forty years have come and gone,

my beard and hair both gray


I owe you Gregg, and always will,

your song, her name—that day


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)


For Gregg Allman

I Sent This To Gregg Last March. It's on His Website.

We Spent Two Days Together In Richmond Va. In A

Blizzard In 1982. Please excuse if published before.



Now Others Sung


Poets write from experience,

dilettantes rave and rant


A price demanded to feed the Sage,

wishing and hoping can’t


Magic to wrap around the words,

feelings and thoughts hard won


Beauty when lyrics belong to you

—in songs now others sung


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)



That Lonely Road


Is your poetry now dusty,

abandoned on the shelf


Have your dreams become dismissive,

do you live for someone else


Is there mold inside your memory box,

questions all long gone


Do you walk that lonely road alone

—your heart to drag along


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)




  • Laura


    Two powerful writes...
    and you’re are definitely a dedicated prolific writer I very much appreciate and admire!


  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Kind words, thanks Laura.

    • Laura

      Well deserved, my friend!

    • Laura

      An awesome tribute to the man whose song led you to the path you probably least expected!


    • Kurt Philip Behm

      He was one of a kind!

      • Laura

        Just finished listening to the song! 🎶 😊
        A very interesting anecdote of how he chose the title!

        • Kurt Philip Behm

          He actually wrote the song without a title. While picking up groceries one day, he heard a mother refer to her small daughter as Melissa and it stuck with him. He wrote the song long before I ever met him, but when I first heard it, it changed me in a profound way.

        • Laura

          After I read “Something For Gregg” and thought about its content, I sensed that you were ‘changed in a profound way’! I actually felt happy for you!
          At the suggestion of an acquaintance of mine, I became a member of MPS. Once on the site, I read some of your poems. I liked your writing style! I feel blessed to have noticed your postings! I read about your other published works on your personal page and decided to read them! After reading the first, I devoured the rest like my favorite dessert...and now I’m craving for more!

        • Kurt Philip Behm

          Very kind, thanks!

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