My fortune
self-expression
To this
the Lord has willed
For other men
it’s land or gold
By verses
I’m instilled
My riches
so enamored
To couplets
I belong
And leave
my only legacy
In meter, rhyme
— and song
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Laura's Back
My eyes were diverted
my mind taken back
Her presence upon me
her breath an attack
There’s no sense in running
with no place to hide
Although rare in the daylight
her message alive
My pen comes out quickly
and drawn like a sword
Each word spoken plainly
and pointed toward
My life now a capsule
exploding like hail
Her light towing prescience
the comets new tail
Last phrases are written
my senses return
I feel her leave slowly
my pen it still burns
I look down at the page
to see what I wrote
The handwriting foreign
familiar once spoke
“Your life but a dream
between wisps of my breath
“Once spoken inside you
beyond life — and then death”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Lovely Kurt I feel the same way. So nicely expressed in couplets indeed.
Lucky us. The older I get, the more value it has. Someone asked me in an interview what I want
on my tombstone ... I said 2 words. "A Writer"
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