Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Where would we be without language,
still naked around the fire
Trading bones with a grunt or moan,
very little to inspire
How could we...
The shortcut to a heart’s desire,
where roads and feelings cross
Destiny maps, direction on fire
—love’s toll the only cost
(Villanova...
Dying alone,
a forgotten song
Last lyric unsung
—muted and gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The gallows were offered,
guillotine chosen
Executioner a matter
of choice
The sinner repentant,
evil now lessened
Death calls
—in a...
Writing the lines,
one word remains absent
To give the verse promise,
new voices to fill
Speaking my heart,
I pause before ending
...