If I described
a rose’s bloom
or the beauty
of the rising sun
Then I’d be writing
another’s verse
conscripted words
respun
If I then waxed
of love on high
and hearts that
break anew
Then falsely would
I pen the lines
a plagiarist
— in view
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Meeting The Moment
Never shoot a
large caliber man
with a small caliber
bullet
Never write a
high impact verse
with a low impact
couplet
Never scribe a
Tolstoyan novel
when an essay
will do
Never bless the
gifted moment
with a feeling
— penned untrue
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Memories Of J.D.
Release your mind
from the bonds of expedience
And harvest in the crops
of your insanity
(Anthology Of Perception #1: July, 1969)
On Huntington Beach With J.D. (Jim) Morrison
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Kurt another fave. It has always been a thought that we all steal from past memories, some deliberate and others buried in an unconscious stimulated by something unnoticed. I tend to agree with Ecclesiastes that there is nothin new under the sun and as long It is not deliberate it is not plagiarism.
Thanks Soren. A critic once wrote about me years ago ... "Kurt Philip Behm needs to write more like the romantic
poets with less thought and more feeling." THAT'S JUST NOT ME !
You are most welcome Kurt someone once said to thine own self be true.
A heartfelt Amen. May the Bard sleep well.
Kurt, these pieces talk to each other beautifully. One resists borrowed language, the other resists mismatched force, and together they argue for integrity in craft. Writing that fits the moment…no more, no less. Strong work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Eloquent again, thanks.
You are most welcome, my friend!
I've never liked the term, stolen. Now, borrowed the odd word, verse, as you do.
Mind you, the biggest plagiar now is definitely, AI.
Essays are easy to spot, they're all in Shakespeare.
Hard hitting stuff here, Kurt. Firing the big guns early in the year shall clear the way. 🙏🏻🕊️
And a Happy New Year to you A.
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