Kurt Philip Behm Poems

When grammar gets in the way
of the meaning
—lose the grammar!
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Money…
an ungrateful heir

Disowning all memory
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Billy Blue
Billy Blue,
Your world's a mess
There's nothing new
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Is Poetics
a poem or a process

Is Love
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His bravery inspired
a hero defiled

By one of his own
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Today is for the living
fate yet to take its toll

The reaper's threats lie cold and bare
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A captive of his genius
And prisoner of his insight
The Jester played New York
Like a fiddler on the run
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Things beyond description
Deemed poetic lay….
‘A golden oak
On an October day'
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Crossing over
to what most would call good

My feelings inline
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