Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Earbuds in and phone in hand,
millennial’s converse
Language distant, eyes unshared,
their lives on hold—obverse
(Villanova...
Tearing through the sky
of my intention
Flying toward the birth
of my choice
Begging the gods for one chance
to proclaim
Chasing the...
Do you seek protection
from being alive
A turtle in its shell,
a bee in its hive
Do you lust for new armor,
to cover your heart
To...
The older I get,
the more dear words become
The shorter the days,
the deeper streams run
With time closing in,
I seek poems and rhymes...
Is consciousness God…
his church the sublime
As we look incorrectly,
ever hoping to find
His very existence,
the womb that enwraps
...