Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
What good is a poem,
if not to incent or inspire
Just flowering verbiage,
growing out of the mire
What comes from our verse,
if not...
Five thousand sermons,
one point of view
The message sole branded
—the damned in the pews
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Explosion / Implosion,
caught in the din
Forces once pushing,
now pull from within
The physicist cries,
as the mockingbird calls
To...
His words in transit,
world travel unleashed,
the world his page to run
Alone in his chair,
both here and then there
—the distance...
There’s a haven beyond
all praise and blame,
where true writing can repose
All time on the run,
consensus lay shunned
—the truth neither...