Kurt Philip Behm Poems

I've looked and watched
you turn away

Seeing things
...

Touching the sunrise,
immortality burned

Touching the sunrise,
...

Poetry…
Conduit
Of the truth
...

Wringing feelings
Like a sponge…
The words dripped down
My lips
...

Is it first the
Music
And then the
Words
...

Say it…
without overstating it

Mean it…
...

For forty years I walked alone
and lived on borrowed time

And thought each year that came and went
...

Those drunken nights and barroom fights
now seed my fallowed ground

Where women spurned and lovers churned
...

Is God a deficiency in
our character or makeup

Do we fill in the vacuum with
...

The deeper the words
formed

The meaner they
...