Kurt Philip Behm Poems

A voice for the voiceless
whose cry still unheard
Alone in the womb
but blessed by the Word
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A shadow hides behind your smile
in the Riviera sun
Parisian moments long ago
our love had just begun
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The shorter the distance
between concept and words
The deeper the impact
—of what's to be heard
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Coming from nowhere
destined for anywhere
Each pathway a mantra
—whose footsteps define
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The path to eternity
weaves and turns
As choices deceive
and judgment burns
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Without a shake
of the head
or turned up nose
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I loved it
in spite of myself
chasing the spirit ghost
across distant horizons
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You have to be young
to disappear…
and healthy enough
to fall into the cracks
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Storm laden vengeance
the Father has sent me

Each cloud a dark memory
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Waking every day
finding part of me behind
The loom threadbare and empty
no yarn there left to find
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