Kurt Philip Behm


Kurt Philip Behm Poems

521. My Math Unbroken 2/12/2017
522. My Path Unbroken 2/12/2017
523. What's Yet To Be 2/12/2017
524. Eternity Says 2/12/2017
525. The Devil At The Gate 2/12/2017
526. Heaven Its To Roam 2/13/2017
527. Heaven Only Knows 2/13/2017
528. The Treadmill 2/14/2017
529. Never Yours To Lose 2/14/2017
530. Unoriginal Sin 2/15/2017
531. There I Made My Church 2/16/2017
532. The Verse Unknown 2/16/2017
533. Black Diamond Embrace 2/16/2017
534. Whose River Both Endows 2/16/2017
535. As Death Becomes Near 2/16/2017
536. To My Great Grandchildren 2/17/2017
537. Once The Present Has Died 2/18/2017
538. All Princes In Their Rooks 2/18/2017
539. Is Death The Price 2/18/2017
540. One Deep Thrust 2/18/2017
541. Forever Beguiled 2/19/2017
542. The Future Proclaims 2/19/2017
543. The Warrior Poet 2/20/2017
544. Time Will Test 2/20/2017
545. A Motorcycle And Leather Bag 2/21/2017
546. She's Familiar 2/21/2017
547. Waterfall Unknown 2/22/2017
548. Baptized There 2/22/2017
549. The Future To The Past 2/22/2017
550. Ain't That The Blues 2/22/2017
551. A Legacy Recast 2/22/2017
552. Potpourri Babycakes 2/24/2017
553. The Moon Bows 2/24/2017
554. Still To Run 2/24/2017
555. A Smoldering Refrain 2/25/2017
556. Only What Is 2/25/2017
557. Morgan Freeman Got It Right 2/26/2017
558. Another's Contraband 2/26/2017
559. Times Refusal 2/26/2017
560. Truth To Thaw 2/27/2017

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My Faith Will Move On

My cupboard’s a mess,
my sink filled with lye

My stables now empty,
my well has gone dry

My pastures are fallow,
my timber all burned

My streams have been fished out,
and what have I learned

The cupboard can be restocked,
the sink can be cleaned

A new well can be dug,
a new colt can be weaned

As the saplings are planted,
new roe will then spawn

All these troubles will pass,
- - and my faith will move on

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2015)

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A Waterfall Unheard

I rode the feeling
down a running stream,
- - to the river of no return

And cast its fortune
into the current's wake,
- -toward a waterfall unheard

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)

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