Kurt Philip Behm


Kurt Philip Behm Poems

641. Into Their Hands 3/30/2017
642. Not My Wound 3/30/2017
643. To Be Alone 3/31/2017
644. One Last Line 3/31/2017
645. Not Enough Soap 4/1/2017
646. Millennial's Curse 4/1/2017
647. Wisdom's Tooth 4/2/2017
648. Death Calls 4/2/2017
649. Damnation Refound 4/2/2017
650. Silence Distills 4/2/2017
651. Heaven Sent 4/3/2017
652. I Remember 4/4/2017
653. Can You Rage 4/4/2017
654. Chasing My Voice 4/5/2017
655. Last Poison Dart 4/5/2017
656. The Price 4/6/2017
657. That Horse 4/8/2017
658. Change 4/8/2017
659. The Circle Still Unbroken 4/9/2017
660. Epiphanous Light 4/9/2017
661. The Reckoning 4/9/2017
662. Not A Child In Sight 4/10/2017
663. Both Ways 4/10/2017
664. The Time Is Near 4/10/2017
665. A Blind Eye 4/11/2017
666. My Spoken Lord 4/11/2017
667. All Heaven In Sight 4/11/2017
668. Or Turn You Out 4/11/2017
669. Flowing Through 4/12/2017
670. All Eternity Unknown 4/12/2017
671. No Candy This Year 4/12/2017
672. My Heart Not To Bleed 4/12/2017
673. Swan Song 4/12/2017
674. If—then 4/13/2017
675. Crippled Mind 4/13/2017
676. My Mind To Go Back 4/13/2017
677. First & Last 4/13/2017
678. The Prisoner Of Time 4/14/2017
679. At Ease And Unfurled 4/14/2017
680. God To Reject 4/14/2017

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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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The Dark Abyss

He found what he was looking for,
his shadow turned inside out

He moved beyond prescriptive cure,
all questioning and doubt

He left the future-past behind,
silhouette of all he'd missed

Impregnating the moment within himself
—to light the dark abyss

(Winston Salem, North Carolina: October,2017)

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