Caprice
The right moment
at the wrong time
The right rhythm
with the wrong rhyme
The verse oft hidden
between the lines
The Muse abeyant
— till prescience shines
(The New Room: January, 2026)
In Plain Sight
You can hide
in the open
when you’re
somebody else
No need for
a mask
with your image
indwelt
You can hide
in the open
when nobody
stares
An orphan
in training
whose devils
— may care
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Alone
I hope that
you die
before
the new morn
The night holding
captive
your future
forlorn
I hope that
you choke
on the words
you profane
A prisoner
convicted
alone
— in your pain
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Darkness Calls
Temptation rears
its ugly head
Deception hides
beneath our beds
The Angels
of our nature shunned
As darkness calls
— perdition comes
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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A fave for your first poem my friend although all were excellent it is the first that caught my mind and heart
Thanks Soren, I favor that one too.
Our tastes seem to coincide quite often maybe that is why I have always loved your work
Kurt, there’s a stark clarity running through these. Each piece feels distilled…no excess, just tension and release. “Alone” especially carries a cold severity that lingers. You don’t overreach…you strike and step back. Strong, controlled work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks TR, I continue to strive for brevity.
Most welcome, Kurt!
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