Kurt Philip Behm's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by Kurt Philip Behm  —  There are currently 1734 poems total — keep up the great work!

His Bounteous Light

My pact with God transcends your fear and all professed religion The faith I have, the joy I feel not subject to your laws My relationship is one on one whose heart is freely given To live inside his bounteous light —resplendent and in ...

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The Gateway

The pathway to happiness is laughter —the gateway to laughter is children (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

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Borrowed Time

Today I turned seventy, and the clocks all faintly chimed My hour glass near empty to mark the waning time Weeks left on the calendar the moments more than days With laughter most important now each memory through the haze Today I turn...

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Left To Brew

The daylight hid from the nighttime like a rabbit from the fox As the sun ran through my memory freeing moments that were locked With twilight came a foretelling and its darkness swearing true But a light still burns inside me —from a pro...

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In Search Of My Own

I traveled from Essex to the kingdom of Wales in search of a family tree And passing a cobbler I then was reminded what these shoes really mean to me I’ve walked and I’ve walked and I’ve searched and I’ve searched, for a name more th...

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Killing The Past

I knew you were coming, as I walked across the cell still in chains I knew you were crying, as the guard called out three times announcing your name Your silence was deafening, as my final meal was delivered at last The time intens...

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Always & Forever

Once a Catholic… always a Catholic Once a Priest… forever a Priest Once a Poet… always a Poet Once a Man… —forever a Man (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

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Last Pass

In the end we’re all mortal In the end we all die The end but a portal Through which —we must fly (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

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Technology's Price

Creating the future by killing the past Techno Gomorrah —where nothing can last (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

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The Angels Dance

Speaking to not one but the multitudes, the prophet bowed his head And blessed within his servitude, the poor and hungry were given bread Starting again his eyes looked up, and through a plain white cloth he bled While standing in ...

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Look To The Harbor

I sat on the rocks By the New Bedford docks And waited for his boat to return But the sun went to hiding Bringing ever bad tidings And a sea where last lessons are learned My time spent in vain For not even a plane Could find a boat headed out o...

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The Dog & The Kitty

The Doggie was white, and the Kitty was black, as they crouched at each end of the floor Their eyes never met, because the rules were set, that the dog would chase the cat as before At night came the darkness, and the Kitty stood up ...

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Seraph's Delight

There’s a voice deep inside me still trying to get out Ignoring my pleadings, it screams and it shouts Its call is the loudest on those darkest of nights When my mind seeks new refuge from Seraph’s delight I toss and I turn, but it s...

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Tomorrow Ill Promised

Bubblewrapped children disparate hope Spirits in limbo shortest of ropes Control and protection their meaning belies Tomorrow ill promised —eternity cries (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

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Beginning To End

Hiding within the rhyme lies a melody of pronouncement lifting the words up off the page Its liberation spoken freely within times expanding moment giving and taking—beginning to end (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

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But Spoken Once

The delivery, incidental to the message The format, duly chosen for the sound The listener, singled out with times forgiveness The truth —but spoken once to then abound (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

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Last Moth

There’s a zone beyond safety where the timid can’t go Beyond reasoned decision intuition to flow Past valor and triumph past glory and fame There’s a zone beyond safety —last moth to the flame (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

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Sleeping Untold

Like a blanket or quilt, the Muse wraps me in consciousness Sealing me in with her warmth each night rejecting the cold Like a filter or screen, the Muse tempers all consequence Under her protection and safety —words sleeping untold ...

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My Pen To Flow

I’ve forever written as myself Few influences will show Neither Hemingway nor Faulkner Not Melville or Thoreau But as one who saw through all of that With so much more to know I search the land and stars above For ink ...

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Tears And Missteps

My words the result of the times I’ve lived not a classroom exercise My feelings all paid with the blood of my fears not a rambling diatribe My trail has been lined with each tear and misstep to mark the way ahead My life a memor...

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Thunder To Rain

No time set aside The words reformed Again at their own pace No place to reside They’re written down On a napkin or empty space When I try to hide They find me sure In mountain or in plain As new moments chide The past adieu —and thunder turn...

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Verse Out Front

New blood will flow and breath exhale —as my steps go far and wide With verse out front to lead the way —to that promised other side (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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The Shallow Glass

Café poseurs, internet losers Reflections through the shallow glass Virtual wishing, dot.com remissing Clicks and bytes as the world goes past (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

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Beyond My Fear

The Sage brought me to the Muse, when I was but sixteen Her face familiar, her words estranged, my fate caught in-between As years went on she whispered and oft times took the lead To guide my wishes past my fear —old wounds there left...

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The Intellectual Elf

Working at looking studious, the academic went his way Pontificating what he didn’t know, his students bowed and swayed Reading only what was duly sworn writing safe, within the shelf To himself was he now smitten blind —an intellectu...

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To Confess And Reveal

Words rushed through my head clearing cobwebs away All letters on edge cutting doors as they played From one room to the other, they matched up and danced And from basement to attic, my mind was enhanced Without reason, beyond memory, ...

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Drifting Away

To see any clearer I drifted away From your lies From your madness From your paperless tray The word forest called For my pen to break free From the blurred introspection Hovering close to your tree When my vision ...

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Your Last Vow

Does music have a language, does feeling have a name Is love the sole survivor that calls beyond the grave Do excuses have a reason for the falsehoods that they spew Does honor have a season to restore the faith you knew Do all mothers...

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The Moment Sustained

Each verbal success leads to higher new ground Where the words beck and call with a heavenly sound The trail to my future fades into my past As the gift they inspire —my present to last (Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)

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The Piper

Drunk on the fear of our own misgivings, we stagger and stray… —toward the sound of the piper (Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)

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Locked In Kayenta

Where are you headed… the waitress asked me at breakfast Where have you been to… I responded in kind Never down to the Canyon, though I’ve always meant to go there I’m headed to the Canyon —now go quit your job (Villanova Pennsylva...

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Two Thoughts for 11/25/2018

The Eternal Disconnect Nothing could be further from the truth —than politics or religion (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) Fool Or Legend Only a fool or a legend would chase the one thing… that he will never find...

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The Final Cure

Truth, the social mammogram Forgiveness —chemotherapy of the Gods (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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My Searching Begins

The house is now quiet, the children have gone My beard they’ve left ruffled, as memories grow long With trains and dolls scattered where last they played Their love remains buried inside of the maze The cupola harkens a last candle ...

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Beyond The Sash

A window framed with memory lets in the brightest light Its lock and hasp long since removed a journeyman’s delight Casting off the millstone the rock of age has come As darkness hides beyond the sash —to greet the rising sun (Villano...

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To Dance With The Muse

Hopes and wishes step aside, as new words cut in to dance Painting the floor red in lettered steps of eternity Partners now consonant a song of celebration Whose lyrics waltz inward —in patterns of remembrance (Villanova Pennsylvania:...

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Fated To Go

Does trying to disprove what I believe make you feel better about what you don’t... Is your insecurity crying out that maybe I feel something you won’t… Does the depth of my commitment bother you so leaving you distant fearful and alone...

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Hard Won

We can all think differently While instantaneously feeling the same We can politically straddle the great divide While below loving the canyons and plains We can put all prejudice and opinion aside When the outcome is cast zero...

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Changed Into Song

Will the pieces of the life you’ve lived come together at the end? Will the times that you reflected straighten your path out, free of bends? Are the places that you visited more than way stops that you chose? Are the feelings that you le...

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Cyber Unlearned

Manipulating reality, the moment concealed Manipulating reality, what’s virtual ‘real’ Manipulating reality, the keys push and drain Manipulating reality, technology reigns Manipulating reality, fantasy schools Manipulating reality,...

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Defensione Vitae

The only defense against fate is words The only answer to death —is life (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

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Love's Release

Look with your eyes, until you see with your mind Listen with your ears, until you feel what you hear Laugh with each breath, until you smile with your heart Love with your will —until it releases your soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: Mar...

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Ptesan-Wi

Indians have a saying,” she said from across the fire… “Until you have heard the roar of the bear —you will not know its heart” (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) From My Novel: ‘Revenge Along The War Trail’

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Cum Aetate

The older I get, the shorter the lines become The older I get, more welcome is each morning’s sun The older I get, those words rented are now mine to keep The older I get, dreams follow me out of my sleep The older I get, less rules...

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Creation Redeemed

After Midnight The narcissists fall After Midnight A new lyric calls After Midnight Last bugle to blow After Midnight There’s more left to know After Midnight The lizards collect After Midnight Old tales to reflect After Midnight The ticking wi...

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First Destiny Called

Laid solid with words the writers stone A fortress was columned my only real home The poetry was safe there it stammered and tried As my feelings unbridled from the outsiders lies Each year added layers to this home of the verse My tho...

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Beyond The End

Turning words into feelings all description must die The music taking over earth kissing the sky Turning words into feelings we begin once again Beyond all destination —beyond all journey’s end (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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Death Becomes Near

A window stays open as each doorway is shut My vision more focused through a lens old and stuck The horizon now centered its pathway so clear All intention a laser —as death becomes near (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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Without The Other

Life without death joy without pain No reference, no bearing no loss—and no gain (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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Musings Reborn

Looking in places Beyond my discomfort Searching, Searching again For that Poem to tie All the meanings together Making sense Of a rainbow unbent Giving up to the music Beyond sight of the flame Where disorder Now rules the day A word becomes f...

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The Present Burns

To live beyond the moment Looking out, not looking in The future lies to the past —as the present burns (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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The Beginning Of The End

I saw the end in the beginning at the beginning of the end I wrote the final chapter before the preface with nothing left to send I walked a thousand miles before sitting down then walked a thousand miles again To reach the...

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My Gatekeeper

Every voice needs an ear for it to be free Every writer, a reader, or the words cease to be In my case I’ve been lucky though she came to me late For my dearest sweet Laura —the key to my gate (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018) ...

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The Joy I'm Without

I walked with Colby, he never walked with me His spirit to guide us, his love in the lead We circled the globe a time and a half His tail was my compass to guide us steadfast In all kinds of weather we stuck to the trail Under sunsh...

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Shared Light

Let others inside you as reflection begins Your truth like a mirror that calls from within (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

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Eternity Smiles

Caught in the same web of insecurity —we write To ease the pain, to emancipate the joy —speaking truth to our doubts Freeing them upon the wind, all questions unanswered —as our voices escape Crying out names that only heaven ...

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A Day You'll Treasure

The day you realize ‘you are a writer’ distinct from what you’ve written Is a day you’ll treasure for what it brings —and not what it leaves behind (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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Take Heart

Make all of your life a prayer put all of your words into song Take heart in those lyrics still to be sung —before the music forever is gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) From 'The Book Of Prayers’

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The Present Revived

Released from the prison Of the extended word Verse offered Asylum And a means of escape Carrying me deep To where the future-past Hides All time to mislead —as the present conflates (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015)

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Beyond All Excuse

Poetry… Attacking the mood Driving its impression inward Beyond all excuse Wounding the intellect Calling out names Saving the moment —resurrecting the soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015)

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A Siren's Call

Can prayer overcome karma Can wishes rise above fate Can memory displace what vision instills Can love pass beyond —without hate (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

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The Mark Of Cain

We are often the most critical Of what we are the most guilty of (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

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To Live & Die

To live as an artist, but die as a man Dust forever chasing —what heaven began (Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)

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Something For Emily

I understand the isolation, what others call being alone I understand the silent moments, the inner freedom to roam I understand the derision, and the label of being called strange With each new dawn I most understand —the joy in no...

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The Line

Conduit of the human spirit I forced hope into the cord Draining the tears of The lost and abandoned Plugging into outlets Of forgotten promise Forcing their light Onto the dark barren screen Charging into what I had charged over before —crossi...

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To Pretend

Becoming irrelevant at last to yourself The choices have narrowed the joy seldom felt The present redundant what’s left in the end The fodder of memory —and you to pretend (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

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Kill Shot

If language a bullet, the pen is my gun Its wound self inflicted, the verse zero-sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

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Verbal Explosion

Written in the moment placed into time The instant exploding —forever to rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)

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Anonymity

Are you obligated To retain The verses you write, Or do you systematically Release What no longer can survive Unnamed, As they mark the trail Of their exit With letters penned in Judgment That you no longer own, Memory forming An ancient speech pa...

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Lost Words

Those thoughts not adopted and orphaned alone To never have surnames —all bastards enthroned (Villanova Pennsylvania: December 24, 2014)

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Waiting To Exhale

What I knew before birth I will know after death This slight pause called life —where the soul takes a breath (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

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In The Abstract

The evolution of Time More art Than science Its measure and Validation Astounding mankind From the very first day If such a thing Even exists It is only in the abstract —neither visceral nor sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)

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Only Two Ways

There are only two ways to become immortal One is to become a warrior —the other a writer (Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching ‘The Last Samurai,’ October, 2014)

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Free Of Blame

In the shoals of the lake a deeper truth was buried It waded ashore when your memory was parched Irrigating a message long ago forgotten Returning your forgiveness —washed free of blame (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

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Three Thoughts For 11/2/2018

Why Why is it When people are Telling you That you Shouldn’t, You better not, And don’t… That you most Feel like you Have to, Need to, And will (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014) Here Not There Where I am is where I will alw...

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The New Song

As answers deceive The questions stand And dancers leave To track the sand Round robin conspiracy Threatening us all The letters all lower case Their finality tall Butting my head Inside of the line “When does it end Father, Maybe this time” The b...

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Our Heritage Dies

We’re losing America while losing our minds Our spirits in hiding our souls hard to find The nation in freefall all fingers to point One side at the other common values disjoint We’re losing America in front of our eyes A narcissist...

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As History Laughs

The Citizens danced Romulus cried Centurions posed in Legions wide “The world is ours” they said in glee “And death to those who don’t concede” The past unyielding future loaned The present flew like David’s stone Their party en...

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Three Thoughts For 10/30/2018

Up Or Down Unchallenged, we have nowhere to go —but down (Villanova University Campus: July, 2014) To Believe In Both I can believe in you and not believe in your art I can believe in your art and not believe in you Wouldn’t i...

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Black Hole

A man paints a picture outside on his teepee A man writes a novel from inside his soul Each message recorded to transcend the seasons Eternity on notice —another black hole (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)

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All Promise Gone

For the lack of one letter, the word could not form For the lack of one word, the entire sentence was wrong For the lack of one sentence, the paragraph went astray For the lack of one paragraph, the page lay undone For the lack of one ...

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Unable To Speak

Trying to make the poetry prose Or the prose poetic again I insulted the meaning With juxtaposition Stabbing an idea That should have been shot Killing a verse That should have been saved Thinking the truth While uttering a lie Forming the words ...

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My Back To The Light

All of my life, I’ve been trying to hide Drifting untethered roaming inside All of my life, I have chosen to wait Judging unholy making mistakes All of my life, my arms have been short The reach much too long as failure reports All of my ...

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Eight Miles Left

(From My 'Searching For Crazy Horse' Collection) 'Read In Elko Years Ago' With ten more miles of wire my horse wants to turn back There’s dark clouds over the mountain just a small tent in my sack The fence line sits all ...

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Venturing Beyond

My life’s been a mess, but more than anything —I wanted to die well To make up for those times I struggled and failed —and shorted the line The people who knew me were driven away —in vain their love fell Making love to my mistake...

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Betrothed

Virtue is a lover —that must be wed (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)

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To Shibumi 'Rest In Peace

I drive people away, that’s what I do To stay away myself renewed” My life was meant To be lived alone In spite of what You think you know Inside myself My only home Whose armor never Chinks when stoned My life bereft I know to you Seem...

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Lies 1 & 2

Politics and Religion… nothing could be further from the truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2014)

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Last Grain

The older I get the less people to call is it by choice my spirit’s downfall? The older I get the less then to care a life once so pointed now little to share The older I get to never defend the ones that stood by me the ones I called f...

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Seasons Flow

Blank verse And blanker memories My mind shouts As feelings cry Blood drains An artery cut The seasons flowing —stain never to dry (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

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True Words

Once written, no longer in need of defense Once spoken, no longer in need of repetition Once embraced, no longer in need of approval Once answered —no longer in need (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

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Desire

Passion builds a home —that talent only visits (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

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Orphaned Silent

You hear the words calling, but what if they stop What if the voice changes to cold what was hot And it’s not yours at all but a squatter that hides D.N.A. of its own new agenda of lies Those messages before, were they gifts or on lo...

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Tuesday Musing 10/23/2018

Not Before Say what you will or wont but do as you pray Bleed as you will in the night but carry the day Take as your conscience directs but give all you can Return when the fighting is done —but not before then (Villanova Pennsylvan...

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Three Thoughts For: 10/22/2018

Never Act Be what you are just don’t act like it Be who you are —and never act at all (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014) The Answer Did you die alive or did you live dead The answer saying everything —meant to be said (Vi...

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Twin Pillars

Is there a balance Between poetry and prose Anymore than a balance between these and those Is there a balance Between poetry and prose Or maybe a marriage Where ‘heaven only knows’ If there’s a balance Between poetry and prose Are there rules to...

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Your Original Sin

What’s that you’ve settled for? What’s that you say? From the library of excuses You reason away It seems almost this But never quite that As the present escapes And you look further back No comfort to take In that notch on your gun As you fire i...

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One Way Mirror

If ignorance is truly bliss, and the Emperor has new clothes Then who am I to judge at all —where peace and freedom go (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

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One More Message

In a virtual reality I found my father online Though he died before the internet a man of his time So how is this possible that an email appears? From a website immortal in cyberspace near I knew it was him with each line that I re...

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Blessed To Begin

Sages and broomsticks motherless pearls Witches that threaten fatherless girls Curse of the ages old grudges remain A coven of stages to hide from the rain The markings of Satan the touch of the Lord A death plated sunset and winner fo...

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New Pathway

Dying in the moment reborn to eternity The choice was like water the choosing like stone Dying in the moment reborn to eternity Magic reappeared as truth became known Dying in the moment reborn to eternity Age redeemed ageless all ye...

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Twilight Reclaimed

I meet with three faces that come in the night In dreams that preplace masks of darkness and light Their voices once spoken remain in my head Until words are then written pitting joy against dread These triplets were born in a harrowing...

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The Knife Edge Of Denial

Does weaponizing a stolen truth give you the right to lie From this perverted use of power do others run and hide Is this how force is wielded on the knife edge of denial With rules you change to suit your needs your sly deceitful smi...

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Buried In The Coals

Do you think you’re Heaven worthy for myself—I never have The weight I carry pulls me down and keeps me off the path I avoid most every mirror my reflection haunts me still With eyes that stare like piercing lasers to maim, and then to ...

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Two Thoughts For- 10/20/2018

Of Singular Importance The clarity of your words, the purity of your heart —the release of your soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) Once Denied The words a magic salve…. for the unspoken wound —of a thought...

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Nothing But Time

Nature resplendent fog settling down Darkness retreating storm clouds outbound Sun reemerging rainbow behind Spring in the meadow —nothing but time (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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The Swamp

Academic eyes Bullying lies Feelings held hostage Locked unopposed Academic eyes Mandatory ‘I’’s Mirrored reflection The Emperor’s clothes Academic eyes Robert Bly cries The pond has been drained Replaced with a swamp Academic eyes T...

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A Voice On Loan

Be it Melville or Tolstoy or a Pen still to burn Know the words are just borrowed —until silence returns (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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Breath Surrendered

Words apprehend a willing prisoner —verse to fly between the bars The latest inmate with breath surrendered —an incarcerated bard (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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Two Thoughts For 10-18-2018

Fortune Untold Beyond the critics reach beyond the assassin’s grasp A rainbow exists—with fortune untold refracting present, future, and past (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014) Time Dissolved Wringing the joy out of e...

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End To End

That first book That last book That next book That other book Beginning and ending in the middle —they all turn out the same The first book The last book The middle book The forgotten book Memory plagues that already said —only to be said ...

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Searching In Vain

Carrying your heart Inside my pocket I traveled the world Searching for love When fate was unkind You never complained As I forgot to thank you —time after time (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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Jaded And Hoping

The signpost a warning a resting black swan Its flight to perdition last call from beyond With roses ungifted, their thorns bury deep Last moon a reminder a reckoning steep The doctor’s watch broken your time shorter still His progn...

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Lost

Writing should be like making love If you have to be taught —you’re lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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Never

Never let intelligence Get in the way of good judgment Never let excuses Inside your dreams Never let the refusals Cancel out the invitations Never let tomorrow —destroy today (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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The Gathering Dust

Living inside the moment, Temporal things Pass me by On their march to permanence Attached to everything But themselves, They stand as false Icons To a time once lived–then put away A trophy case of remembrance… Enshrining what was lost In the ...

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Goodbye Tomorrow

A voice goes silent in the distant wind No tracks to follow no path within Muses cry as shadows fade Their chorus faint with dreams unmade The past abandoned tomorrow gone This moment orphaned the night so long Goodbye tomorro...

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New Hampshire Dawn

Coming from nowhere Going the same The tracks in front Pointing to Tracks behind The wind on the lake Reminding That I am still a guest The snow on the ice An invitation Begging acceptance New Hampshire Winters Are white In my consciousness And fr...

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To Laura Nyro

Escaping myself, I ran into the wilderness Escaping myself, I ran back through the dawn Escaping myself, my shadow had vanished Until capturing myself —in the words of your song (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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Salvation Dispersed

Buying into eternity one Poem at a time My dreams are my currency a richness sublime Buying into eternity words soar into verse On the wings of an Angel —salvation dispersed (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

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Four Sentiments- 10/10/2018

Ending In Regret Most of us wait for what few of us get Then start the excuses —that end in regret (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) Inside Your Heart With your every smile, my life grows longer Both on this earth —and ins...

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Their Gift

Speaking with one voice the silence unsettled As the many inside me cry out to be heard Laced within my words never fluent themselves Woven in my acceptance —their gift to inspire (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

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And Nothing At All

Like wine in storage, The cellar of my perception ages Buried deep in its recesses The past and future abandoned —time no longer the vintner Fermenting in the immediacy Of the chosen instant And distilling in the perfection Of the perpetual p...

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Beyond Love And Hate

Can men fight without symbols where victory calls beyond love and hate Can men die without symbols or reason conquer the blindest faith (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

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Two Thoughts- 10/9/2018

Vindicta The ends justify the means —when the means entail revenge (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) Sum = Zero Totality expanded The sum is now zero Risk and certitude —one and the same (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2...

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Obsessio

The past faded as ideas came alive Destroying with every thought the status… —of the status quo (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

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What Drives Me Still

The light through My Grandmother’s Bedroom window Called out to me ‘Calls out to me’ Leading me to places Where I had to go Revisiting me now In my twilight years ‘In my twilight years’ Reminding me again Of those places I’ve been And my r...

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Arrival

When your art Becomes divorced From any end result —you have arrived (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

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Myself, I Bring

Living in a rented room my thoughts became my own Living in a rented room my borrowed soul was owned Living in a rented room the fog began to lift Living in a rented room my spirit set adrift Living in a rented room the moment now th...

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The Academic Mask

Learning should be an open meadow and not a cave to hide When coupled with experience its lessons to abide No degree or title, money or fame will direct you toward the light Life’s one great lesson—living free the academic’s plight (Vi...

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A Choice Never Made

If you never loved me, would life be easier would life be better If you never loved me, would you have emptiness instead of joy and pain If you never loved me, would moments vanish as wishes drag through the years If you never loved me, ...

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Son Of The Raging Tiger

Warrior Poet… Son of the raging Tiger Provoked By the scent Of anticipation Roaming In the abyss Of all excuse Preying On all wasted time And wasted lies Stalking The foreign crevices Of each denial Devouring In the end —what you fear th...

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Spiritual Rebirth

The window open weathered and worn My soul releases —spirit reborn (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

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Legacy Of Fear

On a battlefield lined with the blood of dead letters I slay the monsters of uncertainty —and their legacy of fear (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2013)

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A Writer

If I wanted to show you what I see I’d be a painter If I wanted to offer you salvation I’d be a preacher If I wanted to play to your fantasy I’d be an actor But I decided to give you more than that —I’m a writer (Villanova Pennsylvani...

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The End

Politicians… Married to the sound of their own voice Divorced from those who elected them to serve Philanderers of a bigger truth Infidels in the end —only to themselves (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013

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Those Who Give

Those of us who give nothing ask everything… —from those who give it all (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013)

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Forever Lost

Music… drowning the words in false harmony Honesty… lost forever inside the verse (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013)

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Pieces Of My Heart

I lose myself over and over before finding my way again Promises surely I will break pieces—my heart to mend (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

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I Stand Accused

No more book fairs or tours no autographs signed My words are my gift the privacy mine No talk shows or fetes New York Times to eschew Questions unanswered —my thoughts unreviewed (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

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Baptism Of Fire

His spirit denounced his body on fire His words rechristened —the past but a liar (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

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Two Messages

True Worth An ounce of experience —is worth a thousand pounds of why (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014) Married To Words I’m never lonely —I’m a writer (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

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True Immortality

To live on inside the hearts of those you’ve loved Is life —beyond your dreams (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2013)

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Three Messages

A Bigger Threat Incompetence… much more dangerous than corruption —when skillfully applied (Note To The President-October, 2013) A Greater Wrong Within a lesser right there is a greater wrong —begging to get out (Villanova Penn...

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Johns Remorse

If Keats was right and beauty is truth —what lies of this world have we made (University Of Pennsylvania: October, 2013)

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Inspiration

Everything written to inspire rises above our nature Everything written to inspire serves to transport and transform Everything written to inspire makes the old new again In ways that only the heart can feel —a...

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Fallow Dreams

Politics… Fertilizing corruption With the reseeding Of lies Upon dreams That grow fallow Upon dreams That grow bare (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2013)

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The Raven Has Fled

The ribbon is cut The die is cast The cement is dry Yet nothing lasts The brazen rewarded The hero a fool All reason outdated New fury the tool” A journey presented Your ship to go far With doldrums eclipsed By the light of new stars The l...

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Buried Within

The differences in life —live within the questions you’ve asked (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2013)

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Looking Back

The older I get the more I see myself in faces of other men I only hope when looking back —they see themselves in me (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2013)

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Summer Song

I wandered by an autumn stream looking for what’s past I slept inside a winter dream searching for what lasts I strode the paths of springtime crossed listening for a song Whose words, that now to me are lost —in summer called so strong...

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Whispers Cry

From the depths of your spirit new voices to call But their capture in words the hardest of all As the past and the future fall farther behind Old whispers cry out each new moment defined (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

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TV

Intoxicant of sublimation New ruler of alienation The channels change As the mind stops, And the images Fall away (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2013)

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Shadows Fall Distant

Late September holds onto the summer like that promise you made —you can never forget Late September holds onto the summer as shadows fall distant —and memory regrets (Amherst Massachusetts- September, 2013)

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To Bless And To Guide

Your brightness, your smile changed my life As your spirit recharged my heart With the strength of your father and mothers’ love Only great things your life will impart Listen to that voice above all others The one that calls fr...

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The Instant

A few seconds of eternity two more than you’ll need One moment of profundity fog gone—vision freed (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

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Demon Lie Exposed

Under the shroud of blind obedience, the Church forever hides Its loyalty to the Pope and Rome, it chides and chides and chides Canon Law and its corrupted faith walk proudly side by side…. “Where a child of eight ...

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The Perpetual Present

The reason you can change things for the better or worse is because they did not happen in the ‘past’ and will not happen in the ‘future—they happened now, in the ever expanding perpetual present. You can make up for things that you’ve done, you ...

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Last Reflection

Marking time in present tense old memories left to rust The past a distant reverie its truth beyond my trust Looking straight into the sun my eyes reopen wide A last reflection staring back —remembrance so divine (Villanova Pennsylvani...

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Death But A servant

Making love to the Muse newborns fell upon the page And we named them one by one as we lined them up by age Making love to the Muse a new progeny was spawned With death now but a servant —and each child turned to song (Villanova Pennsy...

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The Puppeteers Strings

What if our reasoned language can’t provide any answers —what if time isn’t real What if the thoughts that we have are embedded distractions —what if reflection conceals What if the feelings engendered are like puppeteers strings ...

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The Truth On Trial

The Doctor and aspiring Judge their facts now up for grabs Agendas twisted, the world at stake neoclassic power grab Memories scarce and memories bent all truth behind the lines With punches far below the belt —and justice ill defined ...

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Re-Armored

Worry and strife never really leave They just change direction and form When one plant’s watered another wilts Your heart no longer safe once torn Trouble that’s papered over with wealth Set fire by money and fame Is a sadn...

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No Longer To Hide

If we could only step out from behind our smallness —and see the bigger truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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Two-Roads

Desperate choices and dead end roads One sign pointing left the other right Each choice a trap where vision smolders Each choice a trap its decision charred Two roads on fire the truth igniting Two roads on fire —where freedom b...

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A Voice Shouts Free

The brain writes the script as the soul provides the ink Words forever faithful —thoughts and feelings now engaged Logic builds the platform for passions rolling thunder The format set, a voice shouts free —the truth alone on stage (Vi...

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Beyond Time Allowed

My job is to make the unlikely happen my passion driven to embrace the bliss My vocation seeks to find the answers my avocation wanders—soul remiss My intellect bargains away the hours my spirit embraces each moment now My story when tol...

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Twin Portals

Driven by passion fueled by delight Each morning a welcome giving birth to the night Both offer one message twin portals divine Two options before me —the choosing sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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Song From The Mountaintop

The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak bear tracks visible in the spring thawing snow Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen in bloom The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb searching...

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LaLa Land

Disappear into your smart phone the world outside is doomed Your few remaining human traits have long since left the room Disappear into your smart phone all life beyond is lost Your feelings truly virtual you’ve paid a mighty cost Dis...

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The Present Flows

Closing the door on my yesterdays, tomorrow looked on in pride Setting the lock on the future and past —in isolation they both cried A Savior instant, the moment supreme, as the now both comes and goes All memory forsaken in times broken ...

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Blood Line

To hurt… just to know I can feel To bleed… just to know I’m alive The wounds of my fathers those never to heal In remembrance —the past never dies (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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Liars Dwell

Is the truth even electable redemption now a sin The confessional a voting booth —where liars dwell within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Smokescreen

Commercially Successful” —the metaphysical oxymoron (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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That Place I Wander

My level of concern goes only so deep I care only to there in meters or feet Beyond that depth lies a hidden zone Where beneath the caring is what’s really known In my efforts to hide from the surface again My words become sheltered...

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Alleyways Of Stone

A highway of regret… an avenue of denial A boulevard of hopes and dreams where footsteps have defiled A thoroughfare of wanton time each choice a dead end road In fated plundered wanderlust —dark alleyways of stone (Villanova Pennsylva...

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Daydreams

The nursery, a womb where fantasy begins The clay, the permission for the sculptor to sin The keyboard, the staircase to a heavenly score The day, once forsaken —its daydream records (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Redemption Near

Did you waste your life just making money Did you eat the bread and not the honey Did you sell your soul as your children watched Was your heart left cold in a tinderbox Were your excuses rich and your reasons poor Did you wake up f...

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Forever In Shade

The light of remembrance the will’s DNA Entombed by dementia —forever in shade (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Music Stops

The jaws sing As the drip, drip, drip, Of the petroleum chorus Dances across The inverted aluminum And the hissing starts And the hissing stays Its smell a warning A final omen Like the last rose Of summer Or the fragrance she wore For that final...

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This Instant

Embracing the present freeing the past Abandoning the future —eternity’s mask Seizing the moment lies tumble and fall Salvation perpetual —this instant and all (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Deeper Footsteps

The trail of my passing the joy and the tears Each memory a milestone to mark every year That road undiscovered lay before me ahead With faith as my guidepost —deeper footsteps to tread (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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Time

Easily measured not clearly defined Often lamented more often unkind Its loss we all mourn searching heaven to find The time to become —a new past to rewind (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Lie

Your arms lift me up as your words take me down And I’m caught in-between your smile and frown Your arms making promises your words never keep My spirit in limbo my heart left to weep My soul is in turmoil my mind double dealt As yo...

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Casting Shame

By darkness I trolled in my oft-shedding skin Hidden alleys I roamed for new victims at whim But at last I must face the deception I’ve wrought And repay every memory that festers and rots As my twisted rebellion turns its anger wit...

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Unbaptized Words

Certificate unsigned pen firmly in hand The bliss not for barter its insight free-stands Faith and acceptance may go where they please To my grave and beyond the verse teaches and frees No savior I ask for forgiveness I shun Redempt...

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Its Reckoning Comes

Is God to interpret and religion the why Is forever too heavy to pledge bye and bye Does the Devil provide balance to a concept in stone Is he laughing inside us mocking all that we know Is God left to children and those purest of h...

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Still Asking Why

Refusing to define Even worse to explain On the surface descriptive At its essence mundane Restating excuses Ensconcing the lie The sage waxed poetic —you still asking why (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Yes

Waiting for the final ticket out, I would write that ending word And bid goodbye to all I’d said both ignored—and often heard I asked the conductor about the fare, he said “How much can you pay” As I held my pen, three letters came to...

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Art's Greatest Gift

The lack of fame my spirit free A bird uncaged amongst the trees Its weight not lifted and never there My breath in sequence above the air The lack of fame art’s greatest gift My oath to no one allegiance kept As thoughts go hit...

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The Crown

Poetry… the most regal of all gifted language Prose sitting as handmaiden —to each verse sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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First Breath

Jumping in I shut both eyes my heart lay open wide A first hello my last goodbye to logic ill applied Choosing an entry frees all to move the first breath to a song Getting out my mind rejects… forever pushing on The ending sha...

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Of You And Me

There was a time when I was worth knowing before the pain took over There was a time with joy overflowing my wishes steeped in clover There was a time you knew unfurled my love abounding free There was a time when all the world —was mad...

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Life Or Death

Does your good outweigh the bad Is the balance happy or sad Is your intention right or wrong Does your prayer turn into song Does the blame weigh down your heart Can your light outshine the dark Can the joy exceed the pain D...

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Rising Sun

I try to write poetry as Papa did prose Each couplet in focus with short punches thrown The verses compact no lines overrun Their meaning eternal —to rise like the sun (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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Wings

Facing what I didn’t know, the canyon ahead was wide My bridge half built on doubt and fear with nowhere left to hide Looking down I saw the past looking up all questions why But straight ahead an Angel waits —with wings for me to fly ...

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Snow Blind

Structure comes from the classroom Imagery comes from experience And it’s hard to structure What you can’t —see (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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The Last Decision

Divorcing the rational freedom began Releasing the spirit all can’t—became can One final decision to charge and break through The future and past left betrothed—and untrue (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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Primal Fear

You can take the readers to the water, but you cannot make them drink A thirst most carry deep inside can totter at the brink You can lead them right up to the edge, but you’ll never make them jump The choice is theirs, the Muses dare ...

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A Vow To Myself

I asked for your blessing… instead you explained What I should be thinking to lessen your pain You told me if only I’d say it this way My words could have meaning and influence—sway But power and fortune are not what I sought If inf...

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Devil's Potion

My cup runneth over your chalice half full The emptiness suspect both murky and dull It shines on the outside jewels christened with fire But to drink from that liquid —forever a liar (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Fallen Blooms

Children, conceived in perfection Born to disappoint When the idea And the reality —collide (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Nature In Play

The Russians have taught me that nothing has changed Instead of Nazis and Fascists, we have terrorists to blame Whether Turgenev or Chekhov, Tolstoy or Marx When our nature’s in play, —much of life remains dark (Wayne Pa.-Minella’s Dine...

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False Reflection

Stop trying to be a poet, and say what you feel Kill off the dilettante both hands on the wheel In front of the mirror, we all wear a crown Are your verses to be written —by a sage or a clown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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File Or Burn

Seeing better from a distance than you ever could up close The memories play like children in voices that you spoke The truth is where you find it every season, every turn Where space creates acceptance —your soul to file or to burn ...

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Love Our Fate

If the world would only stop on cue all promises made would return anew The seasons would rearrange their order and lines we’ve drawn—no longer borders If the world would only dance on cue and kick up its heels for me and you Then what a ...

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First Cut

Knowing not repeating The weakness of all refrain A first cut true and deepest Once healed —its scar remains (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Ode To Bobby

I never wanted to be famous, I only wanted to be great I never promised you an answer even now as questions inflate I traveled each and every highway as time kept changing once again I never told you it was magic —just a wish blowing i...

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Immolatio

Raw and uncut, the Poet sharpened his edge His entry point targeted fury bright red The first cut the deepest and clean to the bone A wound bleeding freely —all sutures unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Choice

Poetry or Prose its hand reaches outward A fist or a backslap —composure or blood (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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At Bay

Start looking outside your frame of reference for that which stands you alone Stop longing for praise or high endorsement things only borrowed or loaned Start feeling those words you preach unto others no longer idling yourself away Stop...

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Until It Will

It isn’t… until it is It wasn’t… until it was It shouldn’t be… until it should It won’t be… —until it will (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Transformed Divine

Reading for inspiration and not for fact The words paint a picture in my mind Like dominoes falling one by one They rise from the page to remind My fingers enliven and start to draw A vivid story new image sublime All colors reb...

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Morning In Your Eyes

Day surrounds your memory, as evening frames your smile But what I most remember —is morning in your eyes (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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My Mojo Light - Blues Poem #12

My days and nights death in between trouble in front—behind The devil hijacking my fondest dream trouble in front—behind She said she loved me then said it twice trouble in front—behind The day I got fired she turned to ice trou...

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Twins Of Siam

You stir it one way and they the other, but the mixture stays just as hot You attack their motives and they attack yours, while the contents boil and rot “It needs to be this way”… the other side revolts, “Your mind’s faulty with avarice a...

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Lost Sounds

Written fragments Broken songs Stepping stones To hope beyond Music absent Long at bay Vagrant notes —last wish to play (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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My Real Father

Remembering my Grandfather forgetting my Dad Wanting to be near him paternal influence bad He loved without question, his smile blocked the sun And without his embracing —my life on the run (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Glass Houses

Stopping just short of judgment, his mind took a leap Whose soul rose as substance now ready to speak Words before never uttered or spoken in vain This acknowledgement followed crying out in refrain… “The joy in the brotherhood all ...

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Memory Hacked

When you’re inside, you can always get out But stuck outside, you must plead and then shout “please let me please let me please let me in” This darkness unending, my veneer wearing thin “please let me please let me please let me ...

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Lies To Withstand

Journalistic integrity… give me a break Your lies are on fire there’s hell at the gate Journalistic integrity the wages of sin All truth has been twisted your speech has worn thin Journalistic integrity oxymoron disclosed Two words ...

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Verum Pretium

When eternity is mortgaged —your soul its true cost (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Altar Unknown

When we all get to heaven, do we pray in one voice Or keep our wills separate to still have a choice When we meet the almighty, will our thoughts be our own Or is identity sacrificed —on His altar unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June,...

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New Voices

Nobody knew me, and that was my choice The distance I kept protecting my voice Though others had promised, their words fell in vain My spirit untarnished whose breath I lay claim My heart often suffered the pain I’d been caused But...

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A Welcoming Hymn

The deeper you care the more remote you become What the present reveals no clock can outrun The past and the future for others to know This journey one-way where only you’ll go Those voices who call pull you deeper within Not lost ...

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Into My Prose

I need to bring more Poetry into my Prose… To spill the blood richer flowing out of my veins To reseason the words going into the fire To spread the wings open —on a future untold (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Distance Calling

The channel seemed open, but the tuner was stuck Its dial had frozen mixed static and such The instructions were missing, and the knobs wouldn’t turn Its transmission now distant —all frequency burned (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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3 months ago
Insulation

Vision is to Art As grace is to the soul Not one without the other Blanket against the cold (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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3 months ago
Generation Lost

Married to introspection, we left for Paris And with fools and dilettantes got carried away Living on melancholy, our quarter was poor The Seine’s romance but fiction —our fantasies played (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Sleeping With The Muse

Sleeping with Laura and not making love Lost in her aura and thoughts from above Sleeping with Laura all vanity chaste A feeling impregnates —the blame heaven laced (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Cross Hairs

High caliber verse the cartridge hand loaded A new target centered all focus then squared Its barrel’s been filled with red molten fury Whose trigger awaits —a desperate will (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Chevalier

Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,” he screamed to the crowd “On stage as a vagabond my home you enshroud “My makeup—my armor, my performance—my cause “Reborn with each act, as I hear your applause “You take me each matinee, you take me each ...

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The Chameleons

Bravery and fear not either or But versions of… Valor and shame brought heretofore Mixed pieces of… A riddle to confound the poet’s mum As glory weds disdain… Courage and fear not zero-sum But oft times look the same (Villanova Pen...

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And You, To Me

I believe the last person I shall ever see, is you —and you, me I believe the last person I will ever know, is you —and you, me I believe the last person I shall ever love, is you —and you, me I believe the last place I will eve...

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3 months ago
Tasunka Witko

The greatest of men he bled the truth, his wounds for all to share A symbol relived a life unspoiled, courage all too rare The towering hawk the thundering storm, hailstones mark the way A moment in time a vision embraced —his ...

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3 months ago
Distance & Separation

There is an emptiness between Hemingway’s words A hollow sound that slides off the page The space creates distance as the Old Man wanted From the reader and voyeurs of pain “Distance between himself and the day he hauled in that gre...

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Transcendental Lullaby

I’ve now started to dream while being awake Sleep no longer needed to open the gate The visions come clearly the music I hear My mind surrenders looking back on the years I’m fully aware but entranced when they come The words of my ...

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Mariah's Song

As long as the wind blows Poets will not be forgotten Their words the breezes carry forth —their thoughts to heaven thrown (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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3 months ago
To Me

Poetry is to be given away and never ever sold A gift beyond what time demands —and wrapped in leaves of gold (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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Bastard Of Time

When time loses its hold do you choose a new father Free of place and all station even freer from blame Your mother is now and your mother forever But your father is a choice much more than a name Do you wrestle in torment as he ca...

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New Storms

How now the vanishing wind… The days are upon us last season begins All words are regifted and placed into song As time has now shifted our last excuse gone How now the suffering lies… The light burns immortal old visions decry Wh...

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Eternity's Wings

The last door now open, freedom’s been found The air burns electric the words different sounds To fly unabated with heavens consent En masse celebration, the god’s do relent All feeling enraptured new joy to be shared The journe...

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3 months ago
The Future Clear

Being my number one fan, I never waited for applause Living within my own code all reasons fixed on—just because Being in charge of myself the days flowed freely into years Dying from living too hard the past exposed—the future clear (...

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4 months ago
Life Or Death

Up or down forward or back Polarity ends in a panic attack Start, stop the stillness portends The middle a wasteland lost years of pretend Before or after in front or behind Timing entraps with the devil’s design Salvation,...

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Free & Clear

The night in riches my vault again full The words overflowing old debts now annulled The stillness a fortune its quiet sublime The meaning unmortgaged —a poem divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Darkness Runs

The night a gift though minus sleep With dreams adrift and words to keep Blankness woven connection spun A poem born —dark on the run (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Permission Granted

A strange thing happens once you’re as old as your heroes The mystery less enchanting the romance nearly gone A stranger thing happens when you outlive your heroes The nuances shouting boldly —permission now won (Villanova Pennsylvani...

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The only sin uncommitted —is the one unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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In Memoriam

His funeral unattended His pallbearers —the written word His gravesite an ashen memory His legacy —in futures heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
A Promise Forgotten

Are you the hero of your own dime novel Are you the toy at the bottom of the cracker jacks box Are you the name on the wall of the public bathroom Are you the saline solution they use to detox Are you that groove in the record that ...

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The Sun Will Come Up

The warts are ugly the wrinkles deep The flesh now sagging deprived of sleep The eyesight failing the hearing gone But words still call —from tomorrow’s song (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Ipse Solus

Not like her, And Not like him, And Not like you —I write! (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Ipse Solus

Not like her, And Not like him, And Not like you —I write! (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Poetic Triage

Today a Poet needs to cast a hook with many tines To reel in those who’re lulled to sleep with cautionary lines These days a Poet needs an edge much sharper than before To cut through all the excess flesh —that blocks the metaphor (Vil...

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A Tinge Of Lilac

My window opens wider as my focus narrows down The words are now much richer than what I used to think profound The light brings joy and substance filling corners deep and closed Its breezes tinged with lilac —all negatives exposed (Vi...

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Words Of Hope

Left on their own, my words turn to prayer Renewing my faith —confirming You’re there Spoken aloud, they lodge in my soul Warming my heart —and keeping me whole (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The True Cost

The answer never welcome… ‘The Price Of Joy Is Pain’ A question forever mired —in perpetual disdain (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Prisoner Of Disguise

The words flock together and stretch on the frame Their meaning runs over still wet from the pain The canvas is porous the easel maligned The curtains blow outward faces calling in mime The streets all a-chatter, it was Paris in spr...

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Forever On Hold

A literary sociopath… Hemingway wrote Both gifted and tortured, his words they provoke A verbal combatant with battles foretold His last the most fatal —all memory on hold (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Rebel

Was there ever a rebel on the inside looking out By definition he’s outside —his legend to shout The insurgent, his tactic playing Russian Roulette Holding the status quo hostage —with fear and regret (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Dark Reflection

We are never so afraid As when frightening ourselves That face in the mirror, the one that won’t leave A shadow looming over —eternity’s sleeve (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Eight Questions

Will there ever come a time when time doesn’t matter Will there ever come a date when the days won’t connect Will there ever come a phrase its words devoid of meaning Will there ever come a song whose melody won’t play Have you let wh...

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4 months ago
Vision's Gift

The older I get… the closer I become to the things I can’t see The older I get… the more I’m amazed by the things that surround me The older I get… the longer the nights and the dreams that they bring The older I get… empty words fallin...

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4 months ago
Sagacity

Darkness, the beginning path spawns brightness at the end Storm clouds over a troubled youth division on the mend Struggles, trials, and failures past just fuel to keep you warm Sagacity, the final truth —eyes seeing through the harm ...

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4 months ago
The Masque

Every book has a hundred messages trying to get out Every song has ten inside of it waiting to sing loud Every painting has a hidden image fighting to be shown And every poem has a secret voice —dying to be known (Villanova Pennsylva...

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4 months ago
Thespian Misstep

There are stages you run to and from stages to hide The performance of a lifetime or the shame that will chide There are actors in character and actors on loan One change in direction —and all meaning has flown (Villanova Pennsylvani...

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4 months ago
Centennial Fury

The great American Songbook whose words march off the page Its music now a footnote —to a century of rage (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Muddy Waters

The words were muddy the feelings clear The blues on fire —the ending near (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
The Fortress

From the rock of ages a pebble thrown A thundering crash —from David’s stone (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
If Walls Could Talk

Sentenced wrongly imprisoned well The bars a fortress —where voices dwell (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
When Reason Falls

It’s hard to do the right thing when fate calls your name out loud Where not only the bad get punished in its pursuit The world has lost its way along the path of least resistance Our ethos dueling the hunger pangs of human nature at i...

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When Reason Falls

It’s hard to do the right thing when fate calls your name out loud Where not only the bad get punished in its pursuit The world has lost its way along the path of least resistance Our ethos dueling the hunger pangs of human nature at i...

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4 months ago
Symbiotica

The hands of the thought grab the tail of the feeling All letters exploding, a new comet takes flight A cognitive power an emotional flower Forgotten when alone —but together delight (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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4 months ago
Angel King

The book of Solomon the Temple Mount The ruler of winds —time can’t surmount (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Touching The Flame

No formula or numbers as Albert had deigned The greatest of mysteries we share one domain From outside he struggled to bend back the truth From inside I journey its paradox loose To him it was relative to me more sublime That thing ...

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4 months ago
Toll Free

The breastfed future stripped motherlode The past untethered —back on the road (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Passion Released

The chorus unleashed all heavens refrain The passion released —again and again (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Repose Of Angels

Switching to off, the channel went dead The music silent inside my head The repose of angels dreams of a child Respite from salvation —just for awhile (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Memories Of Jim

Little Lord Fauntleroy left to devise His future uncertain a past once despised Little Lord Fauntleroy his choice lies within To do unto others or do unto him Little Lord Fauntleroy, escape from these walls The lords and new creatur...

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His Destiny Wed

In the song of the antelope, the Prince heard his Queen Now locked in a convent, her beauty unseen The tower still distant, its ramparts on guard Just one point of entry a hero’s reward The mist in the valley her prison unseen Throu...

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4 months ago
Riches Unknown

The chest is open —its treasure exposed The jewels uncounted —with riches unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Silent Prayer

Your passion unheard —words turn to prayer Wishes now blessings —hope in the air (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
The Fire Of The Unknown

"A man’s true spirit can only be forged and replenished —in the fire of the unknown." (Last Line Of Chapter 18 In My Novel ‘Revenge Along The War Trail) …. Published Sept 1, 2016

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That Space Inside

Leaving room for the reader to grow within what you write insures immortality connecting your words permanently to their feelings creating a home where the meaning —can live (Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching The Eagles 3-H...

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4 months ago
That Space Inside

Leaving room for the reader to grow within what you write insures immortality connecting your words permanently to their feelings creating a home where the meaning —can live (Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching The Eagles 3-H...

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4 months ago
Forgotten & Lost

Art, the DMZ between wishes and dreams Escape for the traveler —forgotten and lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching The Eagles 3-Hour Documentary: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Miami Heat

The sand was hot as she came up behind me singing… “You put the ‘Man’ back in Romance “And I’ll put the ‘Lay’ back in Lady” (Miami Beach Florida: May, 1982)

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Dystephany

The creative process in a repressed spirit… Its pressure a magnet —attracting the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the 3-Hour Eagles Documentary: June, 2016)

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Absolution Within

The intrinsic beauty of the present moment Exploding our consciousness rewriting the hymn Outracing the words to an epiphany of reflection Outpacing all time —absolution within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Enemy Upon Us

Get caught in the dialectic before the day is late Don’t wait for an invitation as they slowly shut the gate The wolf now dressed in spun wool has broken from his cage He hungers more for what we’ve lost an ignorance of rage A traitor ...

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4 months ago
Dragon Fire

The progressive death knell sounded —one final serpent to mount With excuses now abandoned —the dragon’s fire is out (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Along The Path

Using words to create feelings not feelings to create words The letters but a footprint —along the path to being heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Rampage

Stop changing… And you will come to A most unsavory Form of death Neither here Nor beyond Your spirit trampled —by a thundering heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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4 months ago
May It Be Said

The kingdom of knowledge to its crown we are wed Its light our betrothal its heavens our bed The words ever regal trousseau not to beg Thus will it be written —thus will it be said (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Distance Revealed

The older I get the closer it seems The past from the future what’s real, to my dreams The older I get the deeper it feels Distraction aborted —all distance revealed (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Deliverance

Contentment has set in all restlessness gone The hour growing short —the day forever long (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Pointing The Way

In the search for Crazy Horse, I found myself He freed my voice, as he opened up my heart Sharpening my words like the tip of his lance Leading me through the forest back into the light Across the wide prairie where the winds blow fr...

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4 months ago
Essentia

Imperfection... —the DNA within every art form (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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4 months ago
Ourselves To Keep

How much is enough to have it all How deep is the well where teardrops fall How long is the parting until lovers weep How high is the price —ourselves to keep (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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4 months ago
My Garden

I made myself a wastrel an orphan of my choice And severed all my family ties in search of my own voice I left without once looking back the present straight ahead The past redundant, future flawed to butter my own bread The years have...

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4 months ago
Master Of It All

Should God destroy a mountain because you’re afraid of heights Should the sun stay fixed forever to keep away the night Should the birds all sing in unison drowning out the siren’s call Should the questions all have answers —with you mas...

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4 months ago
Lying There

Basking in the glow of what already happened I wait for the explosion —of that yet to come (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Fresh Voices

A poem is never truly finished… a song never finally sung Words lay silent as yet unspoken fresh voices—new races to run (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
With Grace Sent

I often walk a mile to go just fifteen steps I often write ten pages for that line that dries and sets I often talk a blue streak hoping for one special word And often love beyond my heart —with grace sent from our Lord (Villanova Penn...

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Prisoner Of The Light

Lay your feelings out there, put them on the line Send your fear back down to hell forever to remind Evil in submission darkness wrapped in fright Its voice silenced with your words —prisoner of the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, ...

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4 months ago
Bullseye

Nothing brings a conservative and liberal together… —like staring down the barrel of a gun (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Reasons Mine To Keep

Do I reach for understanding or is knowing quite enough Or deem then that important if the difference smooth or rough Do I understand a mountain or the bear that lives within Or just know that it belongs there and the mystery that it ...

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4 months ago
I'm Tired

I’m tired of baiting and tired of hating I’m tired of winning in a rained out inning I’m tired of loving when love’s not returned I’m tired of crying tears poisoned and spurned I’m tired of reasons excuses for treason I’m tired of a...

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4 months ago
In The End

Life… forever promising more Death —its own reward (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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To My Grandmother

I store you inside me under a blanket of pearls They lie strung together as my history unfurls Each one to unstring when I need it the most Your wisdom translucent your memory my host You loved me before I ever knew who I was My fre...

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4 months ago
The Cry Of The Bugle

Regardless the battlefield, one fight rages on Regardless the outcome —a warriors song Regardless the politics, the brave fight and die Regardless the questioner —blood telling no lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Love's Captive

Surrendering to love —an imprisonment of joy! (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Divided And Split

Do you have to do something you loathe or then hate To finance the thing that you love Do you plod to a tune out of step and off key To dance freely with what comes from above Do the moments you steal and those stolen from you Stand...

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4 months ago
No Favors

We do no favors labeling genius We do no favors channeling the light We do no favors defining perfection We do no favors —questioning delight (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
Dark Ransom

Hope trumped last a prisoner of death A final capitulation —devil’s ransom beset (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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4 months ago
The Future Ablaze

The older I get… the more exclusive I become with distant mountains to climb The older I get… the shorter the moods swing and the longer I can laugh out loud The older I get… the more vivid the memory of what we almost became Th...

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4 months ago
Is It Something More?

Is there a difference between judgment and observation Is there a difference between opinion and introspection Is there a difference between atonement and damnation Is the difference only in the words —or is it something more (Villanova...

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4 months ago
Hearts To Fill

Love yourself first before someone else will Feelings vested, spirit rhymed attraction distilled Love yourself first before someone else will Your beauty self-reflected —another’s heart to fill (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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4 months ago
Sealing The Memory

Each new Poem a gift as yet unwrapped Its secrets lay hidden, its flow untapped Waiting for the author to feel the pain To seal the memory —to wear the stain (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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4 months ago
This Moment Divine

The older the day the sweeter the memory The sweeter the memory no reasons to find No reasons to find tomorrow unmentioned Tomorrow unmentioned —the present divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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4 months ago
Final Victory

Beneath the cover of defeat, final victory comes late Sustained only by a will —refusing to give in (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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4 months ago
Spirit's Cry

We’ve had forever to get it right this religion we hold dear But why the murder and ‘holy wars’ that underwrite our fear We stand in judgment and wield belief with weapons poorly thrown Our eyes rejecting while spirit’s cry —our futures...

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4 months ago
New Heartbeats

To die without rhythm and bleed without rhyme Each wish left unspoken in coupling divine New heartbeats unwritten that call from within Their cadence restructured all verse—now a hymn (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016 )

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4 months ago
Self-Destruction

Thinking more of your constituency than they do of themselves… —political suicide (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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Now As Before

Are those dimensional theories a trap for what your mind will never understand Does your spirit lay dormant and fallow an alien within its own land Does the math and the science betray you with the numbers piled outside your door Is the t...

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4 months ago
Seasons Turn

My days prolonged, my nights were short —my history caught between Judgment coming fast and swift —to escape is then to dream All time distorted memory fried —the past is but a whim Old lessons spurned, the seasons turn —new f...

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4 months ago
Truth Is Near

Good feelings or bad… results the same When a nerve is struck to start the game The words can soften or strike with fear Once through the surface —the truth is near (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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4 months ago
Ahead, Nothing More

Money and wealth used to accompany class Now more often than not, it tends toward the crass There used to be style that went along with good luck Now nouveau riche dogma just passes the buck The internet minions and rappers galore L...

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4 months ago
Fantasy Escapes

No clock can lay claim to the moment untimed Though hands finely set still a mystery divine Each tick plays a cadence to what is now past But what of the future its measure uncast We plot and record it hours, minutes, they chime As ...

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4 months ago
Their Peace Like A Blanket

To my home, the words take me each calling by name Tearing walls from around me passion free, unrestrained Their visions at midnight have lulled me to sleep Their message when troubled my nightmare to greet Through the long and the sho...

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5 months ago
The Double Edge

Cowardice and bravery Not either/or But different levels of… Valor and shame A swinging door Whose facings change when swung A foil to confound The poets dream With glory and disdain Bravery and cowardice Not zero-sum —but often look the same ...

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No Blank Degree

Go to school, and load your gun The man is coming the cradle shunned Do your homework, obey the rules The exam’s been written that dunce a fool Go to school, and stack the deck Each grade a face card full house respect Dot your I...

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5 months ago
Veracity's Child

There’s a great luxury in telling the truth A richness verbatim no lies to refute A strength of conviction beyond substance and style Through the ages adopted —veracity’s child (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
Leaving This World

I’ve looked and watched you turn away Seeing things you’ve long denied I grabbed the lion by his mane Staring through the devil’s eye I bought a one-way ticket While never looking back I’ve sailed and searched the roughest se...

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5 months ago
Waiting For Rain

Identity, Born from a kernel of inheritance Planted deep within a furrow of pain Growing in the light of new discovery Reseeding itself —waiting for the rain (My Son Trystan & I: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Slipping Away

The notion of time a potion sublime A bottomless pit the physicists fit Today or tomorrow the future or past As your arms wrap around it —your hands lose their grasp (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
A Knight's Ransom

Nobility, in debt to all virtue —on loan to the truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
Let Me Ask

How important is the music to your verse How important is the blood in your veins How important is the picture to the words How important… let me ask you once again (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
Eternity's Door

Tonight, I was ready to die, But death Wasn’t ready for me Tonight, I was ready to die From the past And a future unseen Tonight, I was ready to die, But the light Of salvation rechose Tonight, I was ready to die, But the door to eternity —wa...

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5 months ago
Plato's Bequeath

The extravagance of leisure —to have exploited spare time Beyond the reach of my grandfathers —beyond the joy and the pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Rock & Roll (Blues Poem #2)

Papa Blues and Momma Jazz But ain’t that baby —Rock and Roll (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Love As Wings

You can take the verses with you, but false riches stay unrhymed With love as wings, to heaven brings —your gold all left behind (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
Time Stops At Your Door

Being more than a woman… your vision enraptured making me more than a man Being more than a woman… my thoughts solely focus doing all that I can Being more than a woman… my days are too long and our nights are too short Being more ...

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5 months ago
Keeping Freedom Alive

It’s a comedy of errors… the clowns and actors inside When for two millennia, they served to amuse and abide The patriots and righteous once made all the laws But now the Halls of Congress by their presence are flawed Through political...

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5 months ago
Pulling Away

At eighteen, I was ninety percent body and ten percent mind …but over the years that trend has reversed Now, I’m ten percent body and ninety percent mind …whose biology Father Time chose to curse My mind is now winged like a ...

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5 months ago
Free And Clear

Withdrawing from the Rat Race, my fortune reappeared The fog now gone, all clouds pulled back —direction free and clear (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
The Devil's Scar

Not reliant on your approval, I soared to the heavens Not seeking your acceptance, I burned past the brightest star Not wanting anything from you, I gave myself back to the beginning In need of nothing —the devil’s scar (Villanova Penn...

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5 months ago
Millennial Academia

The tragedy within the new school of ‘thought’ …. To know ‘about’ everything —while knowing naught Where universities foster professorial demise Poisoning the young —with their fantasy and lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
My Indulgent Refrain

The better the words formed The meaner they became ‘free and alive and stirred from the bottom ‘hidden and denied in moments of pain’ Taking on new life they glare and they scowl Staring back from the mirror...

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5 months ago
Our Spiritual Vacuum

Is God a deficiency in our character or makeup Do we fill in the vacuum with almighty tales of beyond Is the salvation we search for there buried deep inside us Do our sermons lay unwritten —last devotional unsung (Villanova Pennsyl...

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5 months ago
The Final Harvest

Those drunken nights and barroom fights now seed my fallowed ground Where women spurned and lovers churned rule memory’s lost and found Those wasted days and sleepless years like wine have aged within Fermenting each unwritten page —reh...

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5 months ago
Fear Turns Into Song

For forty years I walked alone and lived on borrowed time And thought each year that came and went would be my very last The ending close as days rolled on tomorrow left unrhymed Caught looking back or then ahead the moments never fast ...

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5 months ago
On Wings From Before

Say it… without overstating it Mean it… while feeling it more Live it… as a mantra then gifted Transcend it… on wings from before (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Is Your Area Born Alone

Is it first the Music And then the Words Or do the Words Come first? Elton John says it Works Either way Bob Dylan’s Words create The meaning That Ray Charles And Jimi Hendrix Explode Is all timing Real Or just Imagined? Is the structure ...

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5 months ago
Stigmata

Wringing feelings Like a sponge… The words dripped down From my lips Onto the page —staining my soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Almighty Silence

Poetry… Conduit Of the truth Speaker Of the almighty Silence Last synapse Of a feeling Lost Nerve ending Of a forgotten Dream (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Eternity's Spark

Touching the sunrise, immortality burned Touching the sunrise, infinity returned Touching the sunrise time left in the dark Touching the sunrise —eternity’s spark (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
That First Broken Heart

Who invented the primordial kiss, who embraced that first hug Who was the first to say “I Love You” —who had that first broken heart (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
Grandparenting

Becoming totally involved —while keeping your opinions to yourself (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Billy Blue

Billy Blue Billy Blue, Your world’s a mess There’s nothing new Billy Blue Billy Blue, Your sheep are shorn Your flower’s few Billy Blue Billy Blue, Your time now warps In shades of grey Billy Blue Billy Blue, That choice you made To run away… ...

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5 months ago
The Story

Tell a good story poorly not a poor story well Your current raging over —all trough laden swells (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
$$$$$$

Money… an ungrateful heir Disowning all memory —with your ashes still warm (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Road Rule

When grammar gets in the way of the meaning —lose the grammar! (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
My Heart To Wander

I dreamed far into the distance and found an ocean beyond the sand With no beach around its borders no surge upon the land Its depths flow on forever no beginning and no end Before its waves my heart to wander —within its tide my soul to...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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5 months ago
Far Better (Blues Poem #18)

It’s better to let her… keep those fancy shoes and bags if she comes to bed each night It’s better to let her… have the house worn and ragged if the trim stays fresh and light It’s better to let her… whine and constantly bemoan if sh...

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5 months ago
Last Moment To Burn

Blistering thunder Cracking asunder Craters form High ground being torn Its ledges are sharp Concealed in the dark The rain blows in gales —ancient prophecy hails Blistering thunder Fate pulls you under Vows you made Point straight to your grave...

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5 months ago
The Last Drum Roll

What is the baseline of your life? How deep is the chord structure of your meaning? What is that riff that no raff can destroy? How long is your drum roll —at the end? (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Death On The Fringes

The older I get the louder the Muse does parade The shorter the moment the deeper her message invades The older I get distant voices filter and fade With death on the fringes —all focus recentered and staged (Villanova Pennsylvania: M...

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5 months ago
Free Of All Lies

Belief in the end… if truth be your cross To break or to bend veracity’s cost Last judgment your own hawks chase as doves fly One choice to atone —when free of all lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
Are You Living Now

Is there always one verse you still have yet to write And if not—what’s the point of it all Are you the repository of all you have felt Or the dealer and merchant of lies Are your thoughts tattooed onto your immortal soul With your...

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5 months ago
Tomorrow, Today

Keeping emotion inside the words go mute Casting decision aside each choice less acute New feelings unbirthed words fatherless stray The future untold —tomorrow, today (Villanova, Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Exploding Thought

Prose tells the story, Poetry explodes the thought Leading you into —a dimension newly wrought (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
Only Man Knows

Without there being A God I could never question His existence Through the power of The question Divinity shines Do birds question? Do apes question? Do flowers question? Only man questions… —and only man knows why (Villanova Pennsylvania:...

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5 months ago
Life's Greatest Curse

To be loved but not liked… the greatest curse of all With joy in abeyance so near—yet so far (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
Whose Words meant All

I’ve never had a friend who didn’t hurt me, I’m told that’s just the price of getting close I’ve never had a friend to not desert me, it’s always been the thing I hated most I’ve never had a friend who crosses over that line so far away an...

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5 months ago
Now Heaven Shone

At eighteen, I thought that I could write my way to heaven I’d waltz right in, announce my name, and sit down on its throne At twenty-five, I sat in jail to rot in isolation my freedom gone, my will deformed, but worst of all alone ...

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5 months ago
Last Chariot

Seventh Son of a Seventh Son the night has a thousand eyes The music fades, past dance is done the future’s siren cries Seventh Son of a Seventh Son all prophecy would say Your father deaf, your mother blind bequeathed of both you pray ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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5 months ago
Then & Now

Once, I didn’t know —but thought that I did Now, I know —but wish that I didn’t (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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5 months ago
Literary Nuptial

Poetry… the marriage of raw emotion —and unbridled thought (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
To Laugh Or Cry

Thick skin Thin skin Are they worn the same? Praise yes Blame less Does any truth remain? Thick skin Thin skin To open or to hide? Reasons for Excuses against To laugh—or then to cry (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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5 months ago
To Spread Its Wings (Blues Poem #17)

If music is a celebration the Blues its hidden nest As voices rise in jubilation all souls by delta blessed Its words reveal a joyous cover its notes a mojo hymn Old feelings hatched and beating low —the Blues to spread its wings (Vi...

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5 months ago
For Melissa On Her Birthday

A fair wind blows into my soul —its breath to steal my heart In verses only you can sing —of love to never part (Your Father, May 2nd, 2016)

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5 months ago
First Love

I loved you with a first love no second love would ever replace I loved you with a first love that when lost was forever to ache I loved you with a first love when my words were fresh given and new I loved you with a first love —my heart...

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5 months ago
Dreams Neatly Stacked

Never giving it all Never losing it all False wisdom From the voices of drought Emptying my heart With a soul left in parts All promises Vain wishes in doubt But giving it all New rain started to fall My eyes opening up From inside The clouds p...

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5 months ago
At What Point

At what point… does the fiction you’ve created become true At what point… do old lies make more sense than new truths At what point… do prevarication and veracity reframe At what point… do they come together—their message the same (Vil...

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5 months ago
Cancer

It takes from your body but steals from your spirit Hope its main victim —promised future unseen (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)

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5 months ago
Last Tear

Watching myself Wanting you Standing alone —the end in view Watching myself Reach out through the pain Lost shadow of night —last tear in your rain (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)

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5 months ago
Stars & Stripes

Out of great struggle comes even greater opportunity Each threat being glue and a tie that binds With noble purpose we define our highest calling Freedom in our blood —by our will refined (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016) ‘To Amer...

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5 months ago
Last Bullet

Forty-five caliber abstract targets big and small Bullseye in the mirror memories recalled Warning shots abandoned prey now closing in One last bullet chosen —fired from within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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5 months ago
Eighty Years Undone

I was not alive in 1910 yet things were pretty good No sleepless nights or stomach aches always understood In the quiet calm a promise lay a portent yet to come And born I was despite myself —now eighty years undone (Villanova Pennsylva...

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5 months ago
Between Two Lies

The past doesn’t pass away quickly enough with the future on the run The present an echo between two lies —as the moment never comes (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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5 months ago
The Incarcerated Word

What was created to expose is now a fortress just to hide A bastion of higher learning within a haven safe for lies Where discourse once was treasured the ivy droops and sighs With comfort their true measure, the dilettantes still cry ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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5 months ago
Beyond Words

Are the questions far better than the answers? Do they contain the possibility that definition never will? Is the magic of perception open ended in wondering why? Is the essence of life itself beyond what words can ever tell? (Villanov...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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5 months ago
New Millennium's Curse

Compression ingestion The world to implode The numbers decreasing —all resistance explodes From diamond to carbon Wheels spin in reverse The groundhog, the treadmill —new millennium’s curse (Brooklyn, New York: March, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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5 months ago
More A Feeling

It’s not about technique or style or genre But something more…like a reflection or memory once known Its light coming through a universe dark…undiscovered Its message more a feeling than any genius —or logic grown (Villanova Pennsylv...

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5 months ago
The Moment Gone

Secrets keep us sick as emotions run and hide Perception dark and thick the truth turned into lies Secrets keep us sick with denial center stage Time bartered, the moment gone —nothing left but rage (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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5 months ago
Memory The Master

Truth is a title, reason is a slave Love is a mistress forgiveness, bed unmade The past for excuses the future willed in vain Memory still the master —of what goes round again (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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5 months ago
Now Denied

Last night I received an invitation to my own death…. Signed by my former self witnessed by a past unspoken Sealed with a memory I had yet to live And stamped by a future —now denied (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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5 months ago
Your Fear An Asylum

Your head turned away but you needed to hear Your memory in flames and the truth very near Your ears became deaf as new words tried to form Your fear an asylum —where the past is reborn (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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5 months ago
Whose Wound Reveals

The world that we escape to… a thunder strike to come That inner passing night train the past and future run An image once to blind you now guiding through the maze Temptation and redemption twin catalysts betrayed One vision chosen bl...

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5 months ago
Checks You Can't Cash

Do you live your whole life in a partially filled space Do you swear up and down about reasons defaced Do you sing in a choir where the music has died Do you brand all as liars as your knots remain tied Do you rob from the master jus...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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5 months ago
Legions Cry

Literary Achilles writer of the sword Legions cry chariots fly —blood in every word (Dallas Texas: June, 2018)

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5 months ago
Farther Than Near

Crossing over to what most would call good My feelings inline my words understood No chair or wip do the verses require All teeth now removed in fear of your ire Crossing over to what some would proclaim The lines neatly ordered w...

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5 months ago
Deemed Poetic

Things beyond description Deemed poetic lay…. ‘A golden oak On an October day’ ‘The perfect form Of a cresting wave’ ‘The laughter of toddlers As they run and play’ ‘A Mozart concerto —in its timeless way’ (Dallas Texas: June, 2018)

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5 months ago
Wondering Why

A captive of his genius And prisoner of his insight The Jester played New York Like a fiddler on the run The truth always just a step Ahead or behind his perception The music caught in between Like an opera singer’s pause for breath ‘The Times Wer...

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5 months ago
Those Things Denied

Today is for the living fate yet to take its toll The reaper’s threats lie cold and bare when not yet on his roll Life belongs to those who bleed with joy and pain redressed The will to live—Your love to give those things denied to deat...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
In Memoriam: Chris Kyle

His bravery inspired a hero defiled By one of his own whose spirit disowned All memory attacks what never came back ‘from a war beyond winning or losing’ The best of the best too early to rest His brothers in arms —his first ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
A Wish Undeclared

Is Poetics a poem or a process Is Love a lover or romance Is Art a painting or a vision Is Worship a place or deliverance Is Freedom a word or a statement Is Family just blood that we share Is Duty an oath or vocation Is Trut...

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6 months ago
The Hangman's Noose

As time unweaves, its mask deceives —to hide a bigger truth The past and future threaded strands —to braid the hangman’s noose (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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6 months ago
Loud And Wild

The power of the written word the spoken word supreme Ink to then commission what only breath can glean Soldiers line up back to back letters ranked and filed The command to march just given once —its war chant loud and wild (Villanova...

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6 months ago
The Present Instilled

Writing for tomorrow, today is enhanced Writing for tomorrow, my mind and heart dance Writing for tomorrow, my place is affirmed Writing for tomorrow, my name is confirmed Writing for tomorrow the future reeled in Writing for tomorr...

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6 months ago
The Devil's Teapot

The Devil’s Teapot —a witches brew Remembrance poured in sorrows true The Devil’s Teapot bone china cracked New leaks a bane in virtue lacks The Devil’s Teapot it fills once more With pain now forked to stir rancor The Devil’s Teap...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
Be Of Interest

More than being good or bad…. be of interest Good and bad vanish with the prevailing wind —but interest lasts (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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6 months ago
Hearts At Rest

A storm is coming, the sky will cry Each cloud a tissue, old light to die The gale once gone, all hope renewed From end to end, the picture blue The circle spins, the cycle turns What came before must then return The seasons froz...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
My Guide

Throw away my legacy, throw away my eyes Throw away my hopes and dreams, package them with lies Throw away the reasons, your excuses now to reign But never throw away my voice —to guide me through the pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: June,...

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6 months ago
In Truth I Lack

Concerned with self birds in a row Concerned with self all droppings show Concerned with self the blindfold tight Concerned with self not day or night Concerned with self what’s real distorts Concerned with self my voice retorts ...

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6 months ago
Only God Can Command

The cusp of brilliance can still be controlled While genius can neither be coaxed nor cajoled Being still on the fringe keeps one foot on dry land But when totally immersed —only God can command (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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6 months ago
Each Footstep Free

My walk each day Takes me away Where I can stray My mind to play Each trek it seems Awakens dreams And thoughts to be —each footstep free (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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6 months ago
Poetry Can't

A novel can be written and detach from its author —but poetry can’t (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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6 months ago
The Coma Of Denial

Choking on its wealth… America now suffers The Acid Reflux Of a life at ease Suffering poor health… A country now drifting Into the coma of denial —and no longer free (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
That One Thing

Only one thing calls out to heart, body, and mind Causing seas to part—where yourself you will find (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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6 months ago
The False Rapture

We’ve redefined God Into someone Who fits His image Our vision His vision Inconvenient Alongside things That won’t let go His message untimely With bills to pay And concrete goddesses To which we pray “a tail never tried to wag a bigger do...

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6 months ago
If We Were Young Men

If we were young men if we were strong If we had fresh words to add to our song If we were soldiers with war in our veins If we were poets our voices reclaimed If we were lovers of women that cried If we went wandering our heart’s...

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6 months ago
Radiant Epiphany

The light burns brightest at journeys end “Radiant Epiphany Seraph's descend” Its blaze to enrapture the love that you give “Celestial applause for a life well lived” (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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6 months ago
One Last Thing

I’m now at the point where I understand time The ending in sight all focus behind I’m finally ready to let it all go The shackles unlocking —one last thing to know (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
Fait Accompli

Standing for nothing…. falling for everything Time becomes your master each moment—zero sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
Capstone Reversed

Where intellect ends, the spirit begins Capstone reversing —direction within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
The Last Chant

The one answer left to me is captured in verse Old roadmap destroyed old play unrehearsed The light becomes blocked as it shines from without Its story an old one its warmth left in doubt The road to this moment paved over in verse ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
Final Wish

Longer than forever much deeper than today My heart to pass between —love’s final wish to pray (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
Divinity's Hymn

I sold my soul for new meter and rhyme Trading salvation for a thing greater still The joyous embrace of one hell damning phrase Now immortal, perpetual —fulfilled I sold my soul as the Devil laughed Knowing not, my final words ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
As Aquinas Asked

Without there being a God, we could never question his existence Through the shadows of the interrogatory divinity shines Do apes question, do birds question, do flowers question—Aquinas asked Only through the act of self-reflection ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
War

Severed madness…. the wounds bleed again All stitches have broken stains marking the end Unsutured indemnity ensuring your pain All flesh now in enmity —last bugler in flames (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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6 months ago
New Light Unspoken

Nocturnal flower In need of sleep Your petals wilt The count for sheep New dawn unpromised The die is cast A croupier blocking Sun’s setting mask Through endless courtship Dreams on the run A jester whispers Till sleep has come The meadow spars...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
The Talisman

Persuader inside me dark sweetness cajoling A talisman dangles —the present foretold (Las Vegas: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
Balance Be Damned

Eat the dessert first, balance be damned The icing to start —your cake to withstand (Las Vegas-Cheesecake Factory: January, 2016)

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6 months ago
Hidden Nightmare

Mountains are never as grave as the Sea, great heights with all dangers exposed But depths that lay sullen, undiscovered, and dark hide a nightmare to sailors like me (Airplane-Las Vegas To Philadelphia: January, 2016)

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6 months ago
The Moment Hostage

The past cried out a dire warning unlocking you from the moment “History rules, the die is cast —the future of your discontent” (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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6 months ago
Redemption Profaned

Bubbling up through the surface, one truth leaches out Like a word long forbidden, oft whispered—it shouts Rising up to the heavens, its message proclaims “The eruption has started, redemption profaned” (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, ...

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6 months ago
Dichotomy

Physics and Philosophy come together in what they are not Cause and causation are different in the absolute thought The blocks can be built and ordered over and over again But what gives each block tenure and presence —science only resci...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
Liberation

Giving form to the structure —my words are set free (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
Eternity

With one foot in the future and one foot in the past Eternity hangs between them —its prescience first and last (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
Where I Bleed

I caught the Muse having an affair…. with my banished and cursed darker side I could hear them laughing inside me, such lovemaking I cannot abide A tryst most unwelcome though familiar, my dreams left abandoned of sleep To kill off the on...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
To Never Forget

The merry-go-round of each day slipped away, and memories were all that was left Until the turning stopped and my spirit released, set free, but to never forget (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
No More To Question

Staring into my own eyes, I saw the Lord at last All time as one, the parts now whole no future and no past Staring into my own eyes, the light pulled me inside And letting go, I felt the rush —no more to question why (Villanova Pennsyl...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
Flash Dance

Intuition is to reason as a black hole is to space A cistern of discovery —void of distance, time, and place (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
The Ticket

Reason goes just so far it seems —faith crossing every line Hope the ticket to a better place —enlightenment sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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6 months ago
The Chase

When you give the horse his rein —it’s more about the chase than the hunt (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
Opinion Be Damned

The greater the question the more futile the answer Truth open ended —opinion be damned (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
6 months ago
Beyond His Grasp

What man can’t understand he often chooses to believe Where lying just beyond his grasp all faith and dogma bleed What man can’t understand he follows blindly ill conceived A void to fill as darkness hides —a fantasy supreme (Villanova ...

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6 months ago
On Loan

The cruelest thing about life —is that it can be taken away (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

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7 months ago
On Bended Knee

Liking what things are supposed to be instead of what they are I spend my life in wondered lust not near, yet so afar Wishing the truth not what it was but what it was meant to be I spend my nights in wish filled dreams —my faith on ben...

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7 months ago
Truth Unwraps

My life has been folded over at least a hundred times With twilight comes exposure and a reckoning sublime Each crease a thing I’d never done each fold a place I’d hide Now one by one the truth unwraps —my secrets open wide (Villanova P...

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7 months ago
Primi Entis

Trapped in time waves a banner spelling ‘truth awaits’ But being first is the flag —that flies forever (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

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7 months ago
To My Beloved Daughter Melissa (On Your 40th Birthday)

Your voice called out early when I needed it most And you turned me around providing great hope I was lost till you found me from the heavens beyond And the love that you sent in my heart would grow strong I knew it was you calling o...

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7 months ago
In Death Renewed

Old by the numbers refusing to give in dying younger than the years prescribed All feigned adulthood to others entrusted refusing life’s final goodbye The music now was the music then with one great love to see me through My body to...

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7 months ago
Headstone Of Sorrow

Did you wear your life out; did you use it all up —what are you saving it for We’re all running headlong toward a hole in the ground —that the past and future insure Are you stuck on tomorrow lost in wishes of things —hoping there’s...

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7 months ago
Adrift In the Wind

There is too much ancestry coursing my soul to do me any real good To live in a cave on a deserted island my destiny best understood Success once achieved is cast far aside its burden to hamper my play Genealogy stalks and preys as it lo...

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7 months ago
The First Law

Things Go From Bad To Worse” the Second Law of Thermodynamics “Spirit Is Not A Thing” —the First Law of Eternal Life Listening To David Berlinski: April, 2018

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7 months ago
Final Torch

With days becoming short the light is growing dim My eyes no longer search this vow my final hymn Its message splits the air a flight with no return The journey to within —one final torch to burn (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

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7 months ago
Promises Kept

The music—my music Gets better with age Each sound calling out A heartbeat Every lyric A memory fulfilled The notes draw me inward Remembering what was lost With each rhythm A new direction In each harmony —a promise kept (Villanova Pennsylvan...

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7 months ago
The Bottom Drawer

My mind is like a giant dresser with thoughts and feelings stored Some are for later and some for now each in its own drawer New thoughts are folded flat and crisp but new feelings loosely thrown In the bottom drawer to lie together ...

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7 months ago
Time's Sultan Of Doom

If you live long enough you can outgrow everything even uncertainty and doubt As the road fades behind you and memories compress giving you a final way out Taking you into a magical land between two worlds where you float in-between ...

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7 months ago
In My Heart Delights

I stand and stare as my children tick their message gifting time The safe door open, movements alive their beats sound off in rhyme All hands revolve to point the way and celebrate new life While one calls out to adorn my wrist —and in ...

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7 months ago
Longing Befriends

Can you ever make love what you want it to be Can a heart once broken become whole at the end Can the feelings you wished for unleash and be free Can the joy that alludes you —with longing befriend (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

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7 months ago
The Present Looms

Time is speeding out of control as life is slowing down The minutes of my memory lost hours going round My eyelids close, the past on fire last vestige still to find One image flashes bright and clear all darkness cast behind The calen...

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8 months ago
Verbal Conflict

Poetic dyslexia the words juxtapose The meaning in crisis where God only knows Poetic dyslexia all feelings collide Emotions in conflict —a verbal divide (Forum Shops-Caesars Palace: January 23, 2016)

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8 months ago
Where The When Begins

Learning how to become yourself the past and future grieve Learning where the when begins —a moments destiny (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

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8 months ago
The Devil Left Crying

Like the hub of a wheel reality turns Each spoke a religion a doctrine that churns Christians and Buddhists spread out to the rim Jews and then Muslims attached deep within The wheel turns in circles as spokes never touch Each messa...

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8 months ago
The Moment Demands

In a distended reality the Buddhists were right, but pointed they were wrong A metaphor chosen to soothe and delight, but our choices a different song Transcendent revelation a spiritual ideal, as today takes its pound of flesh The ...

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8 months ago
Your Eyes Still Closed

You left me fifty years ago but I still write to you today Feeling those things that never age as my thoughts have turned to gray You walked out never looking back and left me standing there My heart in pieces, the future gone with no o...

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8 months ago
Only For You

My eyes overloaded my tongue in duress —I have to say I love you in a poem Time of no consequence my heart in distress —as my pen becomes timeless and flowing This moment is yours its memory mine —as the lines are unspoken but true To tell yo...

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8 months ago
Filling My Words

Filling my words with music the moment took off and flew All heaven to await its arrival the Angels and Sirens in view Filling my words with song their spirit released once again The devil to cover his ears —the past and future in sin (...

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8 months ago
Where Memories Can Run

I like old people that look old and young people that look young Concepts that are original laughter and fun I like faces that show character and faces that show hope The wrinkles hard earned youth and spirit elope I like things that m...

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8 months ago
Memory Exhales

I had to push myself away To get close enough to touch Embracing the distance as my friend So the truth could finally breathe Creating space for words to form And their syllables to grow Reaching beyond by reaching inside —as memory exhales (Vil...

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8 months ago
True Genius

For others to appreciate —but never understand (Westborough Massachusetts: April, 2018)

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8 months ago
Waiting For The Muse To Come

My eyes were diverted my mind taken back Her presence upon me her breath an attack There’s no sense in running with no place to hide Although rare in the daylight her message alive My pen comes out quickly and drawn like a sword Eac...

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8 months ago
The Fire They Share

There are types of young love that must be broken apart For either or both lovers to survive Like alcohol to the inferno their temperature gets hotter Until nothing is left to share except scorched remains With no net to catch them ...

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8 months ago
The Stain

The price of success is fame A debt you can never repay A lien you can never remove A stain from the past on today (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

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8 months ago
Though Death Be Not Imminent....

The dreams of a soldier lay dead on the ground A warrior’s spirit his enemy found The battle once over a new war to find Though death be not imminent —all sleep to remind (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

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8 months ago
The Silence Was Death

Michael attacked the music but the melody struck back Driving him deeper inside himself behind the sequence and the mask Silence was death unspoken and one that only he could hear As the beat became his death knell —a final moonwalk ou...

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8 months ago
Solo Uno

The artists only needed excuse —an audience of one (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

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8 months ago
Her Majesty

The naked epiphany —visions only Queen (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

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8 months ago
Poet

Phraser Of Eternal Time (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

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8 months ago
Voices That Call

Real poets do not hide behind ivy covered walls But write within the maelstrom —of those voices that call (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

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8 months ago
What They'll Never Escape

People are afraid of what they can’t understand themselves most often assured In the depths of their wandering a voice cries out a voice too close to ignore People will bolt from that thing that pursues that thing that augurs to chas...

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8 months ago
Winter Oh So Near

Turning his eyes inward his heart let out a sigh And then with one last fleeting glance he bid the past goodbye What’s gone left undetermined the future not to be The moment praying faithfully and down on bended knee His garden burns a...

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8 months ago
A Fresh Breath

Never trying to cheat the reader, my words stay plain and few The road direct, horizon vast, as truth comes into view Each word unclaimed, a promise kept, the wait your reasoned choice To breathe the future from the past —this present fr...

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8 months ago
Beyond The Sun

My head is neatly organized my heart on fire again Thoughts escaping, love unleashed emotion teared and stained All conflict over—fate in charge direction hard and fast As Venus leads beyond the sun Apollo in the past (Villanova Penns...

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8 months ago
False Time Belies

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8 months ago
Jewels Of Hope

Dreams, radiant jewels of wishes and hope Faceted light —of what tomorrow may bring (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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8 months ago
They Flow

Aging like wine, the phrases they flow Their vintage in rhyme —forever to know (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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8 months ago
Once You're Gone

Where do dreams go once you’ve dreamt them Where do feelings go once you’ve felt them Where does pain go once you’ve suffered it all Where do memories go —once you’re gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

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8 months ago
Two Visions

A walking contradiction like all those who bleed ‘My heart headed one way my mind in the lead’ ‘My mind headed one way my heart in the lead’ A tale of two visions —the truth in between (Train From White River Junction: March, 2018)

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8 months ago
One Truth

Deception wears many faces —the truth but one (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)

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8 months ago
Beyond The Now

Art…. immortality's window —to open or close (Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2018)

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8 months ago
Concrete Jungles

There’s a wildness to a city that wilderness doesn’t have In closeness—an isolation as tenants stalk their paths The repetition of wanton avarice pits dog and dog upon dog The knife edge of the skyscrapers cutting the residents into cog...

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8 months ago
Hunted By A Lie

Did you find the exact life you wished for, do you have the money you craved Did you find they were not the same at all once that final purchase was made Are you feeling nothing but emptiness sitting here disillusioned and alone Have the...

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8 months ago
When—Now

When did the global depression begin When did the leaves start to wither and fall When did the answers start questioning themselves When did the love vanish that springtime recalls Now, every method begets nothing but madness Now, ...

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8 months ago
Our New Beginning

To live inside your laughter To your hearts will I belong To write each hope eternal As all wishes turn to song To My Grandchildren: October 9th, 2015

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8 months ago
Last Check To Cash

How do I exit gracefully, how do I end it all Can I rewrite the terms again before the final fall The kids now counting every day the moments still all mine The days and weeks of years gone by a measure now defined How do I finally say...

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8 months ago
Meadow So Dear

A ray of warm sunshine —sparkling delight An arrival so blessed on wings of a sprite Its music plays silent from distant to near Springtime is calling —the meadow so dear (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

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9 months ago
Will I Ever

If I don’t first have your eyes, will I ever have your ears If I don’t first have your mind, will I ever have your heart If I don’t first have your eyes, will I ever have your ears If I don’t first hold you far, —will I ever hold you nea...

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9 months ago
Verum Ceptoris

No matter how much you bandage a lie The truth bleeds —through and through (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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9 months ago
At The End

Taking a last breath inside the final moment All perception at once inhaled —never to be released again (Las Vegas: August, 2015)

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9 months ago
Life's Tenancy

Was that dollar Sunday morning a twenty Saturday night Is that empty bottle you can barely see the excuse that started the fight Is that torn and tattered jacket what was once your Sunday best Is your life worth more than nineteen dollars...

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9 months ago
Writer's Block

Inspiration is always there just reach inside—embrace it All time on hold, new lines to share the moment lives iconic Words are formed by sweat and tears not deemed or willed upon you Each verse to go beyond the years —to seal a memory ...

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9 months ago
In This Present Begun

Not grabbing but reaching Not pushing but pulling Not telling but listening Not beginning or done Not mad but then joyful Not sad but then hopeful Not before or then after In this present —begun (Villanova Pennsylvania: Apri...

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9 months ago
What Heaven Sent

I've walked at a peculiar angle As I've laughed at peculiar circumstances I've aged in the most peculiar of vacuums And went on to love in the most normal of ways I've worked in a spirit of defiance As I've traveled the many miles from compl...

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9 months ago
With Her Love

Each word cutting through ten pounds of flesh…. The Muse —killing me with her love (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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9 months ago
Call To Heaven

Poetry’s sacred prose not so much One to be read the other to touch The verse spoken freely in a nighttime array Phrases more conjured to outlive the day The medicinal magic that hides in each line Lifts my body to flight in a noc...

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9 months ago
Morning Flower

If I could be of simple mind and simple faith And hold your love within my heart for just an hour On bended knees my arms would raise toward heaven’s gate Like petals reaching out —from a morning flower (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, ...

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9 months ago
On Bended Knee

You can take away health, you can take away riches, you can take my ability to see But it will only cause me to feel you more —as I cry from bended knee (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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9 months ago
Embracing Your Fear

I’ve always been good at making an entrance never choosing to stay I’ve always been good at passing through most often forgetting the day I bypassed adulthood, becoming a child as your legions mocked and jeered And answered those voices ...

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9 months ago
My Heart Still Chimes

Poor in stock but rich in spirit, my clock does bow and sway In rags and tatters all unstitched, with joy do I still pray My flesh is weak, my home now burnt just embers to remind That within this trouble and burning ash, on the hour ...

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9 months ago
You Did Make Me Love You

I was twenty, and you were nineteen that day along the mall When I heard a guitar from deep inside that round auditorium hall Up on stage with legends Son House, Muddy, Johnny Winter too A red haired, freckle faced, blue eyed gir...

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9 months ago
Poetry Begins

Where science ends poetry begins The wonder of it all —questioned again (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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9 months ago
Emptiness Sublime

Silence often defines the verse its music between the notes The freedom to breathe, the moment to grow fertility bespoke Space may be perfect with nothing penned to fill or then divide Quiet and silence never the same —true emptiness sub...

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9 months ago
To See, Hear, Feel, And Love

Do you need to open your eyes to see? Do you need to have the words spoken to hear? Do you need to pierce beneath the skin to feel? Do you need to first understand —to love? (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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9 months ago
Everything But Love

Using words only borrowed —but not owned Wearing clothes stolen from a Mime —not my own I placed a token metaphor inside a pictureless frame Giving you everything but love —time and again (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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9 months ago
The Pathway Home

If you can take your own breath away —and then the breath of others You will live in a world of magic and dreams —with the shortest pathway home (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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9 months ago
My Words - Hemingway To Gertrude Stein

Are those thoughts you put in what I once valued more Or would what I put out be the end winning score Did I need your ears for my voice to become whole Or would I rather them deafened words deep in my soul In my twenties your opinion ...

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9 months ago
Saint Joan

All males undone by the Lady Son The trumpets blared her fire An Earl first came her wrath unchained To Charles her heart aspired All kingdom come to face Lady Son But to hell their souls were laid As her legend grew and from b...

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9 months ago
A Lone Daffodil

I was walking in March when from under the snow —Spring reached up and grabbed me In my path was a stem pointing up from below —a lone daffodil reaching toward me My darkness was gone a single robin in song —with the cold still freez...

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9 months ago
Only My Words

I’m covered in dirt, but my words are still clean A vision half dried with stains running deep With sinners and saints arm in arm at the bar Each infection we share tonight’s hookup and score Meaningless excuses all scandal affirmed ...

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9 months ago
Your Mistress Defiled

Has your violence taken you to places I’ve not been Or driven you to things I’ve not seen Was your soul mired in conflict once raised from the dead Were your walls built to fortify excuses and blame Have your choices been forged by ...

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9 months ago
This Moment

It comes like Seems like Feels like And speaks like —a dream That maybe This instant For once And forever —can mean That yesterday And tomorrow Break ties With the now —and then free The future And past From the Present —this moment to be...

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9 months ago
When You Ain't Got Nothin

Chasing my thirst into the desert at night, Otis Redding was right…. “You don’t miss the water till the well runs dry” And marrying the wrong woman for the second time, Smokey Robinson was right…. “You better shop around” Writing m...

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9 months ago
Naked Before The Mob

When is ‘Almost Good Enough’ never good enough? When is ‘Clearly Not Enough’ an ounce more than enough? When is ‘Almost What You Need’ the most you’ll ever have? When is ‘It’s Not Only That’ the only thing that’s left? When is ‘In Almo...

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9 months ago
Never To Rest

I’m a Poet…. don’t try to trap me with words or with logic you don’t understand With your barrister’s training you’re out of your league this arena beyond your command In some ways I’ve already said it all but never in the form yo...

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9 months ago
Chest Without A Name

I keep my verse in a chest of drawers each one so very different Some words for summer, some for winter and some then most intemperate I keep the best one’s locked away for those times when you’re around To dress each phrase in sunlit fi...

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9 months ago
Morning In Doubt

Riding into the moment with pen ablaze past-future on the hunt Fear taking a seat across the fire begging for what it wants The bugles blow all lights go out —twin enemies approach Upon whose sleeves my heart is laid in doubt ...

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9 months ago
Beauty Fraught

I was a soldier, but never sure of those things I was charged to do I was asked to fight pick up helmet and gun men dying around me I knew The places I’ve been and the things I’ve done all eclipse the known profane Now with beaut...

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9 months ago
The Serpent Is Dead

Twilight fell onto my windowsill Demon fire in full retreat The stars above glowing pulls on a rug Woven deep into the blackness I sleep Days grip is unchained the cantor sings as he prays As St. Michael cries THE SERPENT UNDONE...

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9 months ago
A Warriors Tears

A warrior’s tears blood from above His fury unleashed in a most perfect love Though few understand it a life heaven loaned Dying immortal —to be welcomed back home (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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9 months ago
In The Night

Is your pen fully loaded, is the piston pulled back Are the words of high-caliber, is your target intact Does intention self load, does conviction re-sight Will the ink run like blood —when you fire in the night (Villanova Pennsylvani...

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9 months ago
The Seasons Meld

If you live long enough it all unravels From the first thing to the last If you reach far enough your spirit travels Beyond the answers and questions asked If you wait long enough the seasons meld Snow and flowers together sewn I...

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9 months ago
Now Due

Blindly spending the bulk Of my temporal capital Hourly deficits started to climb And piled into notes I will never repay Stored in vaults that I’ll never find Words lay uncashed As I waste even more In my att...

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9 months ago
Literary Wanderer

Unadulterated and pure the thoughts left my mind Untrained and unschooled no restrictions to bind The page below virgin as I wear out my pen A literary wanderer —starting over again (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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9 months ago
Worst Of All

You can’t Or you won’t, The result is the same The difference Decision, And it’s yours once again You can’t or you won’t Grandest excuse Of the small When you won’t Then you can’t, And the won’t, worst of all (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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9 months ago
Turning Black

To write poetry on the battlefield is to write poetry from the heart Words to cover the scars and wounds grief peeling back like bark Each verse fired like a rifle with bayonet attached Its volley sharpened and to the point the blood s...

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9 months ago
The Raven Has Fled

The ribbon is cut The die is cast The cement is dry Yet nothing lasts The brazen rewarded The hero a fool All reason outdated New fury the tool A journey presented Your ship to go far With doldrums eclipsed By the light of new stars The lands wil...

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9 months ago
Snake Eyes

Giving in to the writing all else went to hell The bills stayed unpaid one room left to dwell Giving in to the writing I rolled the last dice Two dots facing upward —and paying the price (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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9 months ago
Something More

Writing my way into eternity, I chose one word at a time Doing my best to avoid modernity with rhythm and often rhyme Staying true to all my senses shunning the critic and praiser alike My pen only full of the truest ink to guide me thr...

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9 months ago
Beyond The Trap

Like clubs inside my golf bag each verse a different face Some to drive straight down the course others lift and then embrace My swing is then adjusted as words take off and fly And landing safe beyond the trap —to make the devil cry (V...

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9 months ago
Those Letters Unspared

Often accused of abusing the words, I stand guilty here as charged Their purpose to serve my feelings unnerved, when into the darkness I bard Used as a shield, my will not to yield their ink splattered blood stains aglow No guilt do I bea...

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9 months ago
A Threatening Hand

Everyone listened, but nobody talked, as the Vicar rode on by His horse an old swayback, loaded with bibles stove hat pointing up toward the sky Everyone listened, but nobody smiled, as the Vicar stormed and raged “To hell in an instant, ...

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9 months ago
An Ending That Rhymes

If you knew the words were killing you, would you choose then not to write Would more calendar days still left to live make up for the darkness and blight Would the time by days now measured equal those countless moments untimed Would you...

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9 months ago
Catching My Words

Looking over the edge of an emotional cliff I saw new feelings for the very first time Crying out from the back of a Seraph’s wings They were begging for me to climb on Promising a flight above reason and logic Blinding my eyes ...

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9 months ago
The Wages Of Sin

A late night deposit from my spirit to my soul A transfer without interest its currency stole The main door won’t open, the drive-thru is dark One last check to write with my chariot parked The clerk’s eyes on fire, as she asks me my...

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9 months ago
The Minefield

Public exposure…. part of the game Open disclosure…. paid for with pain A window through time opened once and then closed Immortality’s portal —the minefield you chose (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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9 months ago
Down Through The Ages

There’s safety in rhythm salvation in rhyme Truth in the format a structure sublime To children and sages their message rings true And down through the ages —speaks loudest to you (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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9 months ago
That Which Sustains

The visionary dies, but the image remains To that we are faithful, to that which sustains The Poet is gone, but his words are reborn In the hearts of the needy —those once left forlorn (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018 )

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9 months ago
The Final Cure

Poetic psychiatry, the now proven way Much cheaper and faster once here—then to stay (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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9 months ago
The Cost Zero-Sum

The chances I take transfigure my brain The harm and the risk metaphysically the same They rush through my spirit all fear on the run Transformation now total —the cost zero-sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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9 months ago
The World In Denial

Old men making deals the young taking bullets Politicians to steal no one to prevent it Athletes and rappers sit on the throne Parents and teachers their message disowned Freedom on trial both inside and out The world in denial —no...

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9 months ago
Your Spirit To Claim

The words in the melody the words on the page Related but different the Minstrel and Sage The music recaptures what ink only starts As harmony sings from an angelic heart A phrase and a lyric as cousins relate Too distant for brothe...

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9 months ago
The Mountains Pull

Like fence posts in the heavy snow, I leave the past behind And walk a line toward morning and tomorrow Each post a buried symbol of a choice I failed to make Its wire torn and hanging in the wind The range that lies ahead a second c...

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9 months ago
Lords Over Time

Always in rhythm quite often in rhyme The verses hold constant Lords over time A perpetual beginning the perpetual end Their structure intones —what the meaning portends (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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9 months ago
Another's Wind To Blow

Walking around a Mythical town That doesn’t exist Looking for what I would never find I trod those same streets That I had been down In my dreams before The sky barren Except for the sound Of the exodus Of wings Hovering over people All moving ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
More Than A Cellphone

I’ve left it on rock ledges in elevators and bars Taxicabs, backpacks, motorcycles near and far It’s laid on the Great Wall, as I started to walk away And fell out of the raft in Wyoming that day It flew on the airplane after I had ...

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9 months ago
Memories Of Bob

I met him on a summer’s day, when life seemed very far away A home once mine when as a boy, I’d lived and loved and searched for joy Twas taken cruelly from my grasp, the black sheep son, now left askance As I walked past this house so ta...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
A Community Of Friends

There once was a time when women could cook and men knew how to dance Education was by the book no fuzzy math or creative finance Parents visited their own parent’s homes, as the grandchildren came along And life was so much better then ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
New Mornings

Each day moving forward —plus one looking back Every new morning —offering all that I lack Night brings new cover —the stars peeking through These moments a gift —as I spend them with you (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
To Some

To some reality comes early, to others it comes late The lucky get a pass, where the facts of life will wait With truth backed in the corner, and fantasy now to reign No love to go asunder, no past relived again (Vill...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Renewal

Poetic verse, to praise or curse, its edge to save or wound Now less than dear, on fewer ears, whose silence will entomb A finer point, the words anoint, when fired both straight and true Its arrows sharp, to hit the mark —the past aga...

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9 months ago
Try To Be Smart

Stop trying to be clever, and try to be smart The coyote said to the fox The hunters are coming, the bounty’s been offered Their traps are all baited and boxed Stop trying to be clever, and try to be smart The coyote to the fox ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
A Forever Bite

Poet…. Lone Wolf of the spoken word Crouching in darkness —one verse in the herd Stalking his prey far into the night Attacking with feeling —that forever bites (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Maria

Our years are fated…. Maria’s allotment was short But no less special, Each minute becoming pregnant With what time would not allow, Each new hour Becoming the measuring stick Of what would never occur In a bed and a room Where only wishes and dr...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
The Deepest Freeze

Holding myself emotional hostage, no ransom note was sent No picture of the victim no feeling sold or lent Locking my heart away for good ice forming by degree All pain inflicted on myself —love in the deepest freeze (Villanova Pennsyl...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
To Those Recalled

Escaping into verse, the base of the tower rumbled, the ground beneath was shaken with new cracks inside its walls Escaping into verse, all towering deception crumbled, as the self-anointed jumped and fell landing prostrate and so sma...

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9 months ago
Grief To Go

Sermon to the choir…. the writers group sat motionless with their heads down Sermon to the choir…. they listened for their instructor to announce—“your time starts now” Sermon to the choir…. they tried to imagine what they had never s...

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9 months ago
Forever Wondering Why

Run away from the what, let the how lead the way Keep the questions before you and the answers at bay Deem your motion perpetual with all stops left behind As those presents unwrapped open up in your mind May the wind rise to greet you ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
To My Son, Trystan

You no longer need any help from me, your path is free and clear The mantle handed off, baton passed, my position in the rear You don’t really need to ask my advice, but I’m thrilled each time you do You’ve gone far beyond the trail I ma...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
At Rest

Returning to what was, the past became death All time in the coffin, —eternity at rest (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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9 months ago
Harlem To Paris

Those living in Harlem want to live in Midtown The people in Midtown the Upper West Side The Upper West Side on the Long Island Shore The Long Island Shore in Aspen or Vail Aspen or Vail to the beaches in Cannes The bathers in Canne...

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9 months ago
A Terminal Unknown

Standing on the wrong side of the platform waiting for the train Remembering the mistakes I made but not the reasons why Listening for the truth beyond the excuse feeling what my thoughts would never allow I boarded in the dark…. Tickete...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Wishes Overflow

I captain the words to suit my mood to curse or then to pray And document those things I feel to others then to say I choose each verb and noun with care and place them side by side Reminding all of what we share those knots we must unt...

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9 months ago
Cutting In

The music stepped aside, as the words cut in to dance Painting the floor red in lettered steps of eternity To a song now consonant in verses of celebration Thoughts and feelings remarry —in patterns of remembrance (Villanova Pennsylvani...

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9 months ago
Forgotten Lord

Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn, old voices went astray And fast on the morning of no return, final judgment came to stay Crashing like a wave was the prophet’s voice, this time not to be ignored Washing away all excuse and fals...

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9 months ago
The Garden Burning

Long before the clocks ticked, the garden was burning The law had been laid down, only the animals ran free Long before the clocks ticked, two lovers were yearning The power, the struggle —the lust to deceive (Villanova Pennsylvania: M...

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9 months ago
Beginning Again

From silver to golden, the years marched along As language emboldened its words into song The grey of my twilight a welcome relief All reasoned excuses now another’s belief As the winds through the canyon blow the valley to sand Thi...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Arms Length

A vicarious metaphor —the writer’s privilege (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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9 months ago
Dying To Be Free

We have nothing to agree about, there is no common ground You clinging hard to all excuse and me to reasons found Thirty-five years and nothing’s changed, as you relive the past Our blood runs thin, our names the same, you feast on wha...

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9 months ago
Last Goodbye

A Poet with nothing left to say On bended knees gets down to pray Belief on hold, his memory churns Sleep comes hard dreams toss and turn A new starvation fatal thirst This deprivation unrehearsed Last ounce of blood, the pa...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
From 'The Book Of Prayers

Love On Display You come to the Lord in only one way On wings of forgiveness —love on display (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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9 months ago
On The Line

Beyond academia its cause and effect Lies a power inherent above judgment and theft Atop its ivory tower and smothering vine Consensus is trembling —with truth on the line (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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9 months ago
Compression

Stackable living hackable lives On top of each other like bees in a hive Inside a box hard corners to know A neighbor above a neighbor below Stackable moments fractional lies The walls serve two masters invasion implied All diffe...

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9 months ago
Chamberlain Falls

Refusing to fight the major war, the war based on principles, the one we can win We’re forced to fight a never-ending series of political wars…. ones that we can only lose We’re trapped in the middle of Appeasement River and headed for...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Love Without Pain

Can you paint without color, can you think without language Can you dance without music —can you love without pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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9 months ago
The Rind

We breathe the same air and split the same bed We share a last name in silent lament The children are out new grandchildren named But frozen emotion has left us both lame The sins of the one to the other are death In terminal sorrow...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Two Hours Before Dawn

It’s two hours before dawn, and I’ve slept through the night The rarest occurrence, but her footsteps come light She let me sleep soundly, and she let me dream free Before entering my bedroom and calling to me “Kurt, it’s Laura, she wh...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
The End Of The Beginning

I saw the end in the beginning at the beginning of the end I wrote the final chapter before the preface with nothing left to send I walked 1000 miles before sitting down then walked 1000 miles again To reach the end of th...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Prison Of Time

She wrote into my dreams the first line of a nightmare And I can no longer sleep in fear of the next line She ran away with all hope that one line to haunt me Each new second an hour —in this prison called time (Villanova Pennsylvania:...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Forgive Me, I Beg

I said goodbye today…. saying for months what I’d been trying to say Alone in the throng staring down at the hole they had laid you upon I remember the laughter and the joy that we shared I remember the promise that we made on a...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Given Words

My youth and virility left behind The future-past now so unkind All laughter dormant, children gone The days too short, the nights too long But words stay with me always will Through light and dark inscription fills If meaning s...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
The Cycle

Feeding hope to the flame fodder to the mystery Light unto the darkness —life begins again (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Rip Tide

I hitchhiked up to Limbo to await that final toll But lost my way when Siren’s called which led me to the shoals My thumb went back inside my palm, their voices soft and low No closer to those pearly gates —this darkened undertow (Villa...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
The Claiming Race

Fame means part of you Maybe all of you Belongs to someone else Someone vicarious in their intent Insatiable given their adulation Proprietary, Eschewing personal risk or harm Watching from the comfort Of either praise or blame They claim your so...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Memories Flee

Escaping into tomorrow, while running from today The wolf gives chase, my memories flee —the past to howl and bay (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Forever At Once

Folding the past inside the present Rolling the future in layers of perpetual time Escaping from one then the other leaving all three in simulation A dancer shrouded in mystery —all things forever at once (Villanova Pennsylvania: Decemb...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Madonna's Last Hymn

I’m on my fourth lifeline, how about you? The first three pre-owned, the current one new This one seems fleeting, which gives me concern My freezer now empty, no steaks left to burn? The first one was blissful, the second had pain T...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
The Vineyard

Heaven leaks truth to writers who thirst The drip of each word, filling line after line All meaning distills, when the words press together The pages a vineyard —as water becomes wine (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Dying Legions

Training the enemy within, universities soldier on Unchecked and unaccountable They march to the beat of the government drum Tearing us apart from the inside While Rome burns —and Legionnaires die (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
9 months ago
Transubstantiation

When one man is cut —every man starts to bleed When one man is healed —all men become as one (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
The Rim

Living along the ledges, life is about the edges The meaning sharpens and cuts —the higher you go (Bryn Mawr College: August, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
The Devil's Throne

Peasant bread to feed the masses, millers stone between the classes Grovel here and grovel there, crumbs for beggars—no meat to share Caught inside the rising dough, leavened voices cry out low Baking deep within the flames, bribes that...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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9 months ago
Until Last Night

Until last night I had never been alone, never bereft of sleep Until last night I had never been afraid, never afraid to dream Until last night my thoughts were in stone, indecision a foreigner sure Until last night my will had been staid...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
To Harness The Wind

I rode the emotion like a horse until the shoes fell off one by one Leaving me silent and alone A horseless prophet on the raging sands —desperately trying to harness the wind (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
That Tux In Your Mind

Do they only get dressed for those formal affairs Are your words clothed in rags when no one else seems to care Awaiting an invitation, do the hours seem long Your verse patent leather set to dance to a song Are the verbs sharp as line...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
The New Song

The answers deceive The questions stand The dancers leave To track the sand Round robin conspiracy Threatens us all The letters all lower case The finality TALL Butting my head Inside of the line Where does it end, Father Maybe this time The black...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Icebergs Melt

Simple words and deeper meanings Softer thoughts and harder leanings Letters line up straight and true But often they bring something new Simple words and deeper meanings Icebergs melt, the flow still gleaming Say it once, and ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
A Wish Unfulfilled

I came to your hospice, I came here to die I came for my family a final goodbye I broke that one promise, I most wanted to keep Alone on my mountain, no mourners to weep The doctors and nurses, they prod and they poke Their intentio...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
Safe Within

College student…. Devils notion —hiding among the words Dilettante king Dilettante queen —safe within the herd (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
Last Ghost

Lost in the rambling, found in the writing The words in the whisky, depravity’s eye The story of one, a gift from the other Released from tomorrow —last ghost now set free (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
Set To Bloom

Like a vase containing flowers, a writer becomes a vessel for words Beyond seconds, minutes, and hours, displaying lines set to bloom in what’s heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Greatest Gift

To be undiscovered is to keep working —the greatest gift of all (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Myopia

The dim view of confinement —the weakest look of all (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Colored Glass

I write for me, and not for you The world I see —this inner hue (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
About Us

Never thinking about you, I think about us Never thinking about then, I think about now Never thinking about blame, I think about loss Never thinking about you —I think about us (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

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10 months ago
A Lakota Mothers Prayer

‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me, ‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name ‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me, reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered, as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
The Verse Now safe

Endowed with words, I run to the page Hoping my pen can be found Keeping them alive, I’ve yet to inscribe Their voices seep and drip to the ground Left waiting inside my hand starts to write As the ink begins to flow lines astound...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
No Last Goodbye

That left undone while living, a bedside chat won’t cure Death coming fast, the first now last, the closing of the door With wounds unbled, in unmade beds, lay prisoners of time Good wishes die, no last goodbye —intentions left behind (...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
One Present

One verse with many rhymes, one bell with many chimes One direction with many charts, one blood with many hearts One journey with many stops, one timer with many clocks One horizon with many shores, one boat with many oars One gallery ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Choose

You can’t reinvent the future You can’t reinvent the past You can only reinvent the present The choice upon you —choose at last (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

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10 months ago
Reasons Demand

Sometimes the words mean what they say, and sometimes they don’t Sometimes the feelings rot and decay, and sometimes they won’t Sometimes the vision is based on your sight, and sometimes it’s not Sometimes your hope is based on a dream, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Free Again

This morning I woke up and was already dead Words shrouding my body, new verse in my head I start to count backwards, all time in reverse The music still playing, new song unrehearsed This morning I woke up to the end of it all The ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
To Fly Forever

My body aged—my spirit saged, all time a fading lie My wishes getting younger, a bigger piece of sky My body died—the world revived, different than before My spirit free to roam at last, and fly forever more (Villanova Pennsylvania: Fe...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
One To Care

Unschooled, undisciplined, my spirit forged on Past theory and dogma, past anthem and song A serendipitous storm, thoughts, feelings, unshared All masking together, —with just one to care (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
That Final Skin

Did you build that open portal, one to leave upon One that takes you back inside, one that plays your songs Will your exit be an entry, to that place you’ve always been Will tomorrow be the past in drag —as you shed that final skin (Vil...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
Remorseful I Grieve

I was there for the sweet spots, you for all other times I basked in its glory, while your sun cast the shine I avoided attachment, as you rooted our tree And in sorrowful guilt —remorseful I grieve (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
Passion Like Tinder

Are we better than we need to be, where does the overage go Does it store and recycle, to be on call, or is it something that nobody knows In our quest for perfection, humanity cries, as passion like tinder is thrown Flames circling the b...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
All Escape Disowned

Did you dodge the bullet, but not its intent Is the ocean now calm, as the storm reinvents Have feelings rehardened, with blood on the stone Back to back with yourself, —all escape you’ve disowned (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
The End In Sight

Do you avoid the give and take, are you afraid to cut the cake With hope now gone, one wish is left, the present strong—all else bereft Are you afraid of yes and no, to middle ground do you still go The mountaintop calls out your name, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Will It Sing

Every poem I write, my heart dreams of a song A composer to finish, so these lyrics belong If I can’t breathe in and sing, as it calls out my name The lines stay on the paper —feelings never the same (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
The Well Runs Dry

If we let them in, serendipity drops If we keep them out, our heritage stops With open arms, to deal from the heart Or dreams are crushed, —and cast in the dark (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
The End Begins

Dying in anticipation, the morning never came Rising out of sublimation —the end begins again (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

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10 months ago
Given & Heard

Having too much respect for the language Trying never to get cute with the words Being too much in debt to the feelings Writing only what was given —and heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Giving & Taking

You flew in on a wish And left on a broken dream Bringing what I never wanted Taking what I never had (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
One Last Choice

When the world becomes heavy, take it inside When the waves breach the levee, take it inside When she just won’t stop asking, take it inside When a friend is unmasking, take it inside When the children have gone, take it inside When...

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added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Freedom Calls

Last thing to hold on to Last thing to belong to Frayed lifeline to the temple —clogged artery that slows Last thing to hold on to Last thing to belong to As wings expand, freedom calls —finally letting go (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Gift

It’s not the money, and it’s not the fame The great gift of life —is life (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

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10 months ago
Anticipation

Anticipation, the moment is near Wishes have settled —all vision is clear Anticipation, your truth ever glows To light with desire —this present unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

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10 months ago
The Charm

With no respect for labels, dead branches on a tree Refusing thrice to do the dance, a worthless reverie Rejecting their consensus, all singing to the choir Each word anew I write in blood —whose truth I do aspire (Villanova Pennsylvani...

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10 months ago
Bartered Youth

Hosting my own cocktail party, I feel as when a child Looking up, again I’m lost, among adults wearing smiles I pour the drinks and carry trays, and laugh at the right times But still feel small and unattached —my bartered youth in mime ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Heaven Waits (Blues Poem #15)

Counting spaces between the notes, the music came alive The melody deepened, the band on fire, all bees have left the hive Breathing in one fast refrain, my lungs too full to stop An Angel melts his pearl baton, the Sirens blazing hot ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Sacrilege

Dreams upon the pyre, oil of Satan’s lamp Love consumed by fire, —ashes cold and damp (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
One Last

One last poem in the waning light, one last poem I’ve yet to write One last poem to end it all, one last poem the future calls One last poem the past repeats, one last poem tomorrow speaks One last poem the old renewed, —one last poem my...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Legacy For Sale

Did the choices you made scatter bodies behind you Did you block out the light leaving others in the cold Did you take your half out of eternity’s middle Did the promises you made —become the legacy you sold (Villanova Pennsyl...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Last Blaze

The light in the window, the candle in the hall The torch in the jungle all beacons that call That voice in the distance, the one just next door The whisper screams loudest, when heard from afar That flame that once beckoned, the one...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Unchained

What strips away often more important —than what we chase What we discard often the magic —in winning the race What we forgive often the difference —between joy and pain And what we love God's given key —to a life unchained (Villanova...

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10 months ago
Fading To Nothingness

Logic and Mysticism Connect When knowledge Becomes The absence of Self A man in the End Says one Final Goodbye As birth and Death Fade —to nothing at all (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Grip

Holding on to a memory Holding on to a dream Holding on ever tighter Holding on—holding me (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
The Only Game

Looking forward, looking back Both now futile, both distract Past and future, which to blame This moments truth —the only game (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Each Calling

Sleeping in the open air, reconstitutes my soul Walking through an empty space, my spirit free to roll Looking once but hearing twice, each calling from above Seeing clearly deep within, —new messages of love (Villanova Pennsylvania: Fe...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
To Remember

My currency, my letters, my legacy, their toll Inscribed within the moment —perpetually retold (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Home

At nineteen, I wanted to live in Colorado Till that first weekend I spent in Cheyenne At twenty-five I wanted to live in Montana Leaving Yellowstone, as Glacier took my hand At thirty, I wanted to live in Alaska Within Denali, wh...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
Summer 1962 'The Time Of His Life

A twelve year old boy stands covered in ‘mud’ What the plasterers call cement His Grandfather came and offered a job For each hour, he’d pay fifty cents The buckets were heavy, the scaffolding high As he kept those mortar boards...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
A First Beginning

Granting myself permission, I advanced into the sun The rays now scorching by me, this journey zero-sum Racing toward the present, all chains come flying off Into a first beginning —my dreams and wishes caught (Villanova Pennsylvania: F...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
A Conflict Sure

As a walker, I like pavement As a traveler, open space As a thinker, I prefer logic As a mystic, only grace A conflict sure, all age foretells My soul, this state decries The answer dearest to the one To the other —always li...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
On Sale For Thee

Playing in the front window of your affection My love became a storefront for all to see Displaying what my heart had kept well hidden Priced to sell, and tagged —on sale for thee (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Her Right

Sleeping alone, the wrath of the Muse upon me Chilled to the bone, her deadly silence enwrapped me From deep in the night, a stern warning then came “Your pen is your phallus, —my right to reclaim” (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
My Stone To Drag

Under each new leaf, I was offered love As her face then changed again “Please stay, don’t go,” she pleaded dear As boredom then set in The names have gone, the memories stay The guilt, my stone to drag At night this weight, to...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
A Deaf Ear

I wish for tomorrow, as today slips away Each moment more precious, the end drawing near I pray for myself, in spite of myself Hoping God is still listening —my soul a deaf ear (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Forever Long

Words pulling apart Feelings smashed to bits Memory on the run Meaning cast adrift Days repeat in darkness Lonely with the dawn Echoes haunt my musing —nights forever long (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Undefined

If not of this moment, then what other time If not of this moment, your music in mime If not of this moment, whose sun brightly shines If not of this moment —your search undefined (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

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10 months ago
This Present Adorned

My conviction —my pen My blood is my ink My spirit my foundation My faith is my link My love is the cradle Where tomorrow is born My belief my transcendence In this present —adorned (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Waiting In The Cold

Twilight, Day surrendering Light into Submission, Taking a knee Before the night, Entrusting its Future To a darkness Unknown, Waiting in the cold —for dawn to return (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
Heaven Or Hell

The body borrowed, the soul to lend The clock runs quickly, —each click portends The choices wagered, the chips they fall The sins if proffered, —a last downfall Your memory staggered, the past in waves The future stealing, —are you ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Ending Assured

If you’re losing you’re winning, the path leads one way The steps to the kingdom, a carpet of pain If your will is unbroken, your commitment in stone The ending assured —as you sit on the throne (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Unseeded

Fear, like prejudice, should not be handed down To fallow the orchard —or barren the ground (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Naked Joy

The days were long The cotton was high —laughter was all they had The sun beating down Their hands rubbed raw —spirit’s conjoined unclad (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Eagles Eye

Like a telescope in focus, the words get sharp and clear And magnify within the thought, a feeling oh so dear Each letter worth a hundred times, what yesterday did know New verse now burning laser bright, —eternal in its glow (Villanova...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Deep Within

Deep within the ashes, a last ember burned alone A final spark to light the torch, to guide your spirit home Deep within the ashes, a last beacon in the fight Refusing to let the darkness take —your vestige into night (Villanova Pennsyl...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Unbranded

A mustang of denunciation —maverick of words (Ardmore Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Can You / Will You

Can you trust if not equal Can you hate if not shown Can you love without taking Can you have —but not own (Ardmore Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Last Second Chance

Can you rise above yourself to live and speak the truth Can your parts reform and shun a past you now uproot Can you become that special someone while others look askance Can the lie you’ve lived before today —get one last second chance ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
La Verdad

Unlike the curse placed on most ideologues The Truth —never contradicts itself (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Death Grip

Do you like the idea, after its meaning has changed Do you hang onto the past, when this moment sets you free Do you continue to grieve, as pure joy calls your name Do the lyrics that you sing —suture tight or still bleed (Las Vegas Bou...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
A Twisted Flow

Two streams below the falls, the feeling and message part Drowning with malcontent —whirling in a twisted flow (Las Vegas Boulevard: 2 A.M. January, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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10 months ago
Reentering

He shed his ego Like a snake letting go Of its skin And wandered into The land of Ill intention And the darkness It harbored inside His mirror had been shattered There—left on the ground Pieces to reflect What was missing before Until one after ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Voice Distant

The more you wander, the longer the road will become The more you struggle, the tighter the knot has you strung The more you worry, the darkness turns doubt into fear The more you resist, the voice distant—no longer near (Villanova P...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Flames Dance

Saturated in writer fluid, lost feelings self ignite Inebriate of a time distilled, drunk in the burning light Memories aging 100 proof, the flames all dance alone Memories aging 100 proof, —this fire now my home (Plane To Las Vegas: J...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Deepest Well

Emotion, the capital of poetry —in currency of what you feel (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Eternal Flame

Grandchildren —life’s fountain of youth (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Day Into Night

Trains are romantic, airplanes are not The prepared speech pedantic, ‘a song lyric caught’ Your eyes have to choose between vision and sight Or your spirit transforms —changing day into night (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Not Half-Not Whole

Where would the leaf be without the branch The cowboy drifting without the ranch Where would the wave be without the sea Its motion unformed, adrift unseen Where would a song be without a voice A silent concert, a barren choice A...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
What's Heaven Sent

Never let the perfect steal the treasure from what’s good Never let epiphany’s flame burn through what’s understood Never let the paradigm cast doubt on your intent Never let that lonely wish —block all that’s heaven sent (Villanova Penn...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
The Difference

The power to look beyond himself —the difference between a man and a king (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Twilight

Wonder divides the day —as fear stalks the night (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
Fallback

When you run out of smarts —you better have guts (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
10 months ago
One Memory

The distance between now and forever One memory to free —and untether (Dallas Texas: January, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
11 months ago
The Master Of Time

All truth is hidden between left and right Rejecting opinion, buried in light Its message transparent, its power sublime Defying position, —master of time (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
11 months ago
Renamed

Destiny rises to claim the night and orphans out the day Adopting the silence within our fright —renamed in what we say (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
The Coming Dawn

Freedom lives outside the gate of all convention Choosing its own direction by the broken rule Captured in the magic of this very moment Living inside the promise —of the coming dawn (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Present To Sharpen

Through the good times and bad, I held onto my anger Either happy or sad, it was never a stranger Beginning unto end, it would surface quite often Past and future beguiled —the present to sharpen (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Life's Promise Still Unknown

I didn’t ask to be alone, but I’ve always been alone Living within the shadows, that in time became my home I never asked to be alone, but I’ve always been alone Each day a drifting footprint, among endless stepping stones I didn’t as...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
To Haunt And Cajole

The mind is the ghost of our being, its voice left to haunt and cajole (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017) Collaboration with Martina Lynch

by Kurt Philip Behm & Martina Lynch

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1 year ago
Ashes In The Past

Is memory left immortal, once the body dies Are feelings cast eternal, the last crow having cried Does thought live on inside itself, all time enslaved at last One flame to burn the meaning deep —all ashes in the past (Villanova P...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
A New Moment

The music’s the same, as a different bell rings The feelings in tune, as the chanting begins The score freshly written, a new moment alive The harmony timeless —its voice yours and mine (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Forever To Know

Like water, I went where I wanted to go Running free, through eternity’s ebb and its flow Like the rain, I fell through the thunder below Washing clean —that dear and forever to know (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
What happens Now

I died somewhere in between the dream and the wake up call Wondering which side had turned me in Wondering which side had shut me out Wondering in the darkness —what happens now (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Before Starting Again

I took two months off, all words in remiss I took two months off, putting nothing at risk I took two months off, your voice—a deaf ear I took two months off, without holding you near I took two months off, death breathing inside I t...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
The Little Things

In the end when it's all over and the music stops The little things will have played the melody —that set you free (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Muse Unrehearsed

Writing more than living, the words in reverse Living more than writing —the Muse unrehearsed (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Muse Unrehearsed

Writing more than living, the words in reverse Living more than writing —the Muse unrehearsed (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
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 t...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Eavesdropping On Myself

A memory climbed out of the dark, as I listened to the words of a new love song Taking me back to where feelings were strong, beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream Remembering again, a last ember still burns, and its light rewarms my...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Now Open The Door

The light in the window, the candle down the hall The torch in the jungle, all beacons that call The voice in the distance, the one just next door The whisper screams loudest when heard from afar The light that once beckoned, the one...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Dreams Now Free

The grass was greener the closer I came Its vision clearer, and calling my name All reach was extended beyond my grasp With dreams now free, of future—and past (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Beyond The Sound

Knowing the music wouldn’t last, his lyrics waxed poetic Becoming immortal beyond the sound —all history bowing within (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Death Walks Beside

Youth ran away toward the front, as death pursued from the rear Catching me inside the paradoxical whipsaw of life I stopped, as the boy continued into the distance; but the reaper stopped too Wanting me to run some more, preferring to...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Words Of My Reluctance

Her book was disturbing, in an antiseptic kind of way Cleansing words of their reluctance, periods gone—commas laid “Tribute To Joan Didion’s ‘Slouching Toward Bethlehem’” (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
At The Gate

The writing came early, the reading came late The knot hanging loosely —untied at the gate (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Price Of Revenge

They sat around the bar, saying: “I liked being married” “Except for the part about having my husband” They sat around the bar, as their eyes stalked the room Sniffing for money —the price of revenge (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
One Chance

Poetic editor —literary oxymoron (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
First Cut The Deepest

I used the language to my own end, never respecting rules or laws I wrote what seemed the shortest path, between feelings and my thoughts I thumbed my nose at sage advice, knowing what I wrote was true The first cut then—the first cut now...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Transcendence Waits

Damn the truth, damn the lies Damn the trap, the choice belies Damn the freedom, damn the fate Behind their masks —transcendence waits (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Dark Thought

The darker side of reflection —cast in shadows The darker side of shadows —cast in hell (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Making Love To The Muse

She followed me downward, her lips were on fire From the depths of her lake, every wish she inspired Water everywhere, lily pads on end A frog left unkissed, the price of pretend She looked at me sadly, the bottom came soon My arms ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Bonfire At The Gate

Hiding inside the written page, ‘reality’ slipped away Buried inside a meaning deep, its wolves were kept at bay With feelings ablaze, all answers are torched, a bonfire at the gate New questions enshrined, false promises burned, with a...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
The Other Side

The other side of sorrow is joy The other side of joy is peace The other side of peace is forgiveness The other side of forgiveness —is love (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Other Side

The other side of joy is sorrow The other side of sorrow is peace The other side of peace is forgiveness The other side of forgiveness —is love (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
To Redeem

The past is but a memory The future but a dream The present wrapped in splendor This moment to redeem (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Love On The Run

There once was a time when you lived on the inside When you pierced my veneer, and saw what I saw You knew what I knew, and felt what I felt Your thoughts were my thoughts, your words finished mine There once was a time when our cir...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
On Satan's Grave

Between the lines You read my story The pain I felt You washed in glory New letters rose The words reformed As Angel’s marched With time forlorn On Satan’s grave A vesper bell Salvation rings —all lies in hell (Philadelphia Pennsylvania: June, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Damnation Defined

Purity weds corruption, a marriage unrhymed An Angel having fallen —damnation defined (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
The World Turns

When the world turns on a whisper Why do we insist on shouting (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Money And Blood

Promises and good wishes all fantasy pays The currency of commitment —is money and blood (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Last Bet

Waiting to die, he took one last card Waiting to die, the dealer stared hard Waiting to die, his wager was late Waiting to die, which Joker abates Waiting to die, the odds become clear Waiting to die, last gamble with fear Waitin...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Curses Abort

The harder I fight, the stronger they wield The sharper their knives, the thicker my shield The louder their shouts, the deeper my scream Reality theirs, —all time but a dream The moment they chose, my spirit was gone Their words uni...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Betrayed

Nerve ending fuse, emotional dynamite The spark of betrayal —lit by a friend (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
A Mirror

Looking into my face, I see my father’s eyes Staring back with contempt, through a thousand why’s Looking into those eyes, trading fear for pain My birthright rejected —paternity’s shame (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
My Faith In Season

I don’t need flowers, to have a garden I just need seeds, where promise blossoms I don’t need pieces, to solve a puzzle I just need words, their teeth unmuzzled I don’t need time, its grand illusion I just need space, re-entry’s ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Today Grieves

Is it ever enough, will it ever be enough Today grieving for tomorrow —all truth in the past (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Depravity's Eye

Depravity’s eye, looking at you Depravity’s eye, piercing straight through Depravity’s eye, asking for more Depravity’s eye, destiny’s whore Depravity’s eye, calls deeply within Depravity’s eye, the wage of all sin Depravity’s ey...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
The Beginning More Important....

The questions more insightful than the answers The feelings more human than the thoughts The reasons more truthful than the excuses The beginning more important than the end (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
My Father Instilled

My Mother called out to me, I had to come To the depths of Her longing my spirit would run From four thousand feet, She cried clear and loud And as her first born, I rushed downward and proud From the Canadian Rockies, my destiny ran...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
The Final Match

If doing what’s right and winning, could only be the same Our world would strike the final match —all politics in flames (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Smoke & Mirrors

The more we think we know, the more deceived we truly become Accumulating knowledge —the deception of time (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Short Verse

In Concert Tilting my words —the meaning bends inside (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017) The Stain Of Ink If you’re not being taken seriously —write it down (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Eyes-Heart

What the eyes have not seen —the heart cannot feel (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Death Never Quells

Through age and infirmity, my voice cries loud With feelings still timeless, eyes not to cloud The Reaper waits patient, his claim has been filed From outside he savors, inside I smile The music has changed, with my heart still in ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
The Devil Called Roll

An unknown voice cried out from the abyss, As the nameless got in line with the rest The promises offered lies to reclaim, As the devil called out roll from his list (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Refusing To Play

Looming large in my absence, the silence screamed out my name Present in my rejection —refusing to play the game (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Waiting For Dawn

In a region divided, on a hill far away A last echo subsided quiet ruling the fray The soldiers asleep, as fate waits for the dawn New blood to be spilled, ever right—ever wrong (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Betrothed

Victory is a lover —that must be wed (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
This Moment Transcendent

As days become short, the more precious each hour becomes Memories lengthen, to stretch like the rays of the sun Time is unfolded, its layers unmasked to expose This moment transcendent —the past and future deposed (Villanova Pennsylvan...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Last Curtain To Fall

The older I get The less people to call Is it by choice My spirit’s downfall The older I get The less then to care A life once so pointed With little to share The older I get Beginning to end The ones that stood by me The ones I called frie...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Its Treasure Calls

Nostrils fill with wood smoke, a mountain spewing lies Fifty miles up the trail, its legend waves goodbye Lost Dutchman in my memory, the map no longer clear While buried deep inside the truth —its treasure calling dear (Villano...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
New Pathway

Dying in the moment, reborn to eternity The choice was like water, the choosing like stone Dying in the moment, reborn to eternity Magic reappeared, as truth became known Dying in the moment, reborn to eternity Age redeemed age...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Night Guardian

A steward of memory —the caretaker of dreams (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Vivere Amplius

If you’re trapped in silence, and the words won’t come —go live some more (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Oxyprofanity

Career Politician —what could be more profane Mandated Term Limits —forever changing the game (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Soul To Repast

In reference to nothing Alone with itself The truth burns in fury Damnation to melt Its legions are many Believers so few The stragglers all freezing And lined in the queue The mirror the liar Death hiding within The priest the deceiver ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Pain

Often, Life’s greatest pleasure —is getting the pain to stop (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Toll Mine To Pay

My road deeply potholed, with those left behind Resurfaced with pain, all casualties mine A road often fatal, to family and friends No roses to line it, as it twisted and bent When forced to look back, I see nothing but blood Fr...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Kiai Fire

Samurai writer Bushido inspired Katana withdrawn Edge hardened by fire (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Verses Deboned

While listening to everyone but myself, failing to take my own advice I married the widow of dark consensus, betrothed to darkness—divorced of light I followed her blindly into the cave, where the leopard of ignorance roamed And watche...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
To Finish This Song

What mountains have you climbed What valleys have you fallen into How many hearts have you broken How many lies have you told How many days have been wasted How many sorrows have been shared How many promises have been made How many strangers ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Until Eyes Close

The picture worth 1000 words is priced only one way Its value screaming —until eyes close (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Your Original Sin

What’s that you’ve settled for What’s that you say From the library of excuses You reason away It seems almost this But never quite that As the present escapes And you look further back No comfort to take In that notch on your gun As you fire in...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Hear Then Speak

Hear, Before speaking the words Unwritten Speak, After writing the words Unheard (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Feelings Attack

Pain in the doing, ease in the writing Memory calls distant, words answer back Time of no meaning, experience flows Images resurface —feelings attack (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Veracious To Lay

You till your own garden, you sow your own seeds You harvest the memories, you feast on the breeze You water those choices, both made and unmade Your truth deeply hoed —veracious to lay (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
The Great American Novel

Beginning and ending, the story transcends Written to light, the cold darkness within The first page a gateway, its last never ends Spreading like wings —the words fly and ascend (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Once Denied

The words a magic salve…. for the unspoken wound —of a thought once denied (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
My Spirit Unbound

Death once so foreign, calls like a friend Voice ever gentle, heard at the end Death once a nightmare, dreams to impound Now comes to free —my spirit unbound (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Hope Never Rests

While looking for a bridge to cross over tonight Connecting time honored values to internet blight I thought and I pondered, as I surfed on the net But the things that it offers are sadly abject Where is the laughter, the thrill...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
An Artists Prayer

To share in Creation —is to become Divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
They've Stolen Your Song

What can it mean to a new generation, when lessons in history —fail to inspire What can it mean to a new generation, when watered down values —keep dousing the fire What can it mean to a new generation, as men hunt each other ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
From Beginning To End

You want it to make sense You want it to become clear Your feigned self importance No longer precious or dear But the only one caring And the one still in doubt A mirrored reflection Of what never comes out The lunch breaks upon you Again ea...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Whom Could It Be

Whom could it be, this professional Poet, selling his blood for a few kernels of grain Whom could it be, this professional Poet, pandering to others in search of a name Whom could it be, this professional Poet, drunken talk-show appearanc...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Further I Must Go

My fervent wish to die alone, beyond the maddening crowd My last thoughts then to be my own, not spoken out aloud My firm desire to pass contained, away from friend and foe My tracks to fade upon this earth —as further I must go (Vil...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
A Suture

Poetic transfusion, prose bleeding through Words but a suture —stitching the truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
A Falling Tide

Our memory—the enemy Remembering back To when we were stronger To when we attacked But now in our weakness Remembering when Our tide was still rising Our will stronger then (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Until Then—Nothing Lost

A four year medallion A lifetime of pain The hours put in Always fighting the strain One hundredth of a second Your dream crashes down The spoils eluded Someone else with the crown No pictures or news clips Today come your way The prize ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Myself Revealed

Writing in a vacuum, the magic seals tight Writing in a vacuum, no maybe’s or might Writing in a vacuum, words floating pristine Writing in a vacuum, nothing fettered between Writing in a vacuum, no beginning—no end Writing...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Moments On The Run

The felony of language —its larceny of time (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Audience Of One

Convincing myself of my own importance —I became an audience of one (Bryn Mawr College: Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
1972 'Nittany Mountain' Ladies Choice

Dancing to the music inside a mountain garage —Laura became my partner Lost within her melody, found within her words —never to be alone again (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Watching The Calendar Turn

Fighting my memory, I watched the calendar turn Flashes of my grandfather Racing through my mind Age wasn’t supposed to be like this Or then…maybe it was Darkness Followed by darkness Then more darkness again Where is the light Hours of ...

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True Worth

An ounce of experience, —is worth 1000 lbs. of why (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

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Screaming Loud

Sculpting with his words, the verse carved through the silence, —until screaming loud (Haiku Alliteration: Villanova Pennsylvania, Jan. 2014)

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The Feast

Thoughts carried to term, new words to instill A message is born, an infant of will Its father coarse logic, its mother the wind Together they coupled, a marriage within Their family heraldic, with pedigree firm As libraries trem...

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Light Or Chains

Truth shows no favorites, all lies judged the same Freedom or prison, —its light or its chains (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

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A Write To the End

A Big Wave Poem, —it breaks off the page And swells in your memory, now hollow with rage Its blank pages churning, new sounds fill the air Deep ink you are coursing, as breathless you dare Its words a tsunami, they tumble and maul C...

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The Burden

Knowledge first gained, —the burden of youth (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2013)

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The Raven Has Fled

The ribbon is cut The die is cast The cement is dry Yet nothing lasts The brazen rewarded The hero a fool All reason outdated New fury the tool” A journey presented Your ship to go far With doldrums eclipsed By the light of new stars The ...

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The Weight

The weight dragged on, too heavy to carry The weight dragged on, memories lost inside The weight dragged on, questions without answers Reasons in tatters, —the weight dragged on (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

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Bounty Of Hell

Banks, Financial assassins Firing bullets Of insolvency At targets Without cover Raping with foreclosure Killing with repossession Preying and hunting All trophies out of season Poaching their eternity From the bounty of hell (Vill...

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Patience

I’d like to be patient, —but I don’t have the time (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

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Late September

Late September holds onto the summer, like that promise you made, —you can never forget Late September holds onto the summer, as shadows fall distant, —and memory regrets (Train: Amherst Massachusetts- September, 2013)

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Fatherless And Alone

With every cold defeat of the human spirit The answers move deeper within the polar arc Victim to its wanton roaming and endless chill Questions left to wander, —fatherless and alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

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If Only

If only to write the way a new wave breaks If only to write the way a rainbow forms If only to write the way the moonlight calls If only to write the way a baby’s born If only to write the way the dawn explodes If only to write th...

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Final Sunset Commands

I played out my string, I ran my race My chaps are frayed, but spurs in place Still one horse to ride, with saddle in hand That last trail awaits, —final sunset commands (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

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Triumph Or Die

You can live in the past Or pine for the future But only in the present Will you triumph or die (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2013)

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Perversion

Because of perversion, the straightest path bends Because of perversion, confusion befriends Because of perversion, all smiles a frown Because of perversion, up is now down Because of perversion, the truth is a lie Because of...

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The Moment Self Taught

Those times I was distant, those times spent alone Those times I spent searching, so far from the throne Those times when I questioned, the questions I asked Those times never answered, those times that contrast Those times that...

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The Future Nondescript

Like a hard drive out of memory, Alzheimer’s attacks The downloads that you stored before, still there and looking back All recent entries in the trash, a reboot not the fix The present distant—past so close, and future nondescript (V...

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Lying There Alone

Death arrives late, but the dying begins early You sense it in your motion, —feel it in your bones Life becomes compressed, before ending abruptly Memory all that’s left, —you lying there alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Peter Pan Aglow

Unlike an opera Diva, a writer hides his age Scores to bear eternal youth, a Contralto dies on stage Ink reclaims the Land of Oz, Dorothy to know Toto barks—old lyrics march, Peter Pan aglow (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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My Present Spins

In limbo from indecision, on loan from futures past Deceit became my calling card, deception first and last Borrowing from a fantasy, while stealing from a lie The treadmill turned inside itself, my spirit churning blind But within ...

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Gargouille Dispersed

His life spinning inward, to its center returned A whirlwind of intent, —through the maelstrom it churned His end was beginning, as the last became first All time banished outward, —evil Gargouille dispersed (Villanova Pennsylvania: June...

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His Wishing Well

Always drawn to stronger women, in a cerebral kind of way He missed the charm of a softer maiden, the joy her flowers splayed He married a woman just like him, who made life a living hell To die while dreaming of that one sweet lass, he...

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Like A Child

I think like a Buddhist, but pray like a nun I see like the mountain, but reach like the sun I stand like Gibraltar, but rage like the sea And love like a child, reborn unto thee (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Death Unto Itself

My words live on undefended, speaking for themselves My prayer rises, voice ascended, —death unto itself (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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When The Words Won't Come (Blues Poem #13)

Whatchu gonna do when the trim is gone Whatchu gonna do when the right turns wrong Whatchu gonna do when the whistle blows Whatchu gonna do when your feet say no Whatchu gonna do when the man comes knockin Whatchu gonna do wh...

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Literal Obesity

Word count a burden, lines adding weight Meaning gets crushed, —feelings deflate (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Angel Guardian

In the still of night, between the sheets, she came to me again, her mission clear, I must adhere—and let the dream begin My fears and doubt she then ignored, and covered both with dust, to mask the past and future lies, whose weakness I ...

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The Last Mark

Age is a demon, age is a shield Age is a weapon, age makes you yield Age is redundant, age self-defies Age is the truth, age often lies Age calls within you, age calls without Age comes to get you, age never doubts Age self-enl...

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Last Mirage

All time an illusion, this moment your gift, now is forever—soul never adrift (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Last Mojo Child (Blues Poem #14)

You is what you is, and you ain’t what you ain’t The last Mojo Child, —of the love and the hate (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Together As One

Eighteen or eighty, my age the words hide Beginning or ending, a life or death slide My breath stays unseasoned, its truth zero-sum A child or a sage, —together as one (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2107)

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All Scepters Disowned

I don’t bow to money, I don’t bow to fame I kneel to that one thing, that time cannot change I don’t speak for ‘right,’ and won’t speak for ‘wrong’ My liege is the truth, all court jesters gone I don’t hope to be knighted, my shield ...

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Ink Into Wine

Strength in the format, couplets have power Magic in tandem, —mine becomes ours Marriage so faithful, words intertwine Together transformed, —ink into wine (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Its Scar Now Yours To Love (Blues Poem #12)

"You must earn the right to sing the blues "No high school chorus, the hurt you choose" To wrestle with your demons, no safety net in place Often times it’s zero-sum, a blood trail left to trace You hum those Irish...

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Mightier Than The Sword

W.M.D.’s Words of Mass Destruction... choose yours wisely (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Crazy Horse Calls

Beyond my consciousness, in stark relief A place beyond reason, all spirits unleash Beyond my awareness, I inherit the wind Each breath I blow inward, new endings begin Religion, a concept, that God can’t abide Dogma a pretense, ...

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A Changing Stew

I’m predisposed to Italian food, even when it’s bad I’d rather live in a period house, old windows poorly clad I tend to favor contact sports, over all the other kind My mind was trained to like these things, though better I would find ...

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The Truth Bleeds

No matter how much you bandage a lie The truth, —bleeds through and through (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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To Prowl The Night

A muzzle on a werewolf Will never tame its bite Whose jaws retract, with fangs intact Enraged, —to prowl the night (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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The Fire Now Yours

You hide behind the angels mask As truth unsheathes its sword Your costume stripped, the devil unleashed His fire, —your fate to endure (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Behind The Mask

Dying, behind the mask you wear Victim, —of your own masquerade (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Ashes Sing

Bending that last letter, like Sonny’s wailing G’ My final breath to rock the world, old silence breaking free All lines are set on fire, the keyboard then explodes The stage unhinged, the base is singed, the harpist hits the road Old ...

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2008-2016

The fabric has torn all beds are unmade The sheets have been soiled, —the bugs to invade (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Blues Poem #11

Baby don’t you stay with me, Baby don’t you go Baby what you get from me, what you got to show Baby get away from me, Baby don’t you go Baby why you hangin round, Baby don’t you know Baby don’t you stay with me, Baby don’t you go B...

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Audience Of One

Writing for confirmation, all words now zero-sum As each returns, my ears embrace, —an audience of one (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Divinity

Art…. Man’s attempt at usurping creation Rejecting all dogma, —becoming divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Wild And Free

Do your writings age, like wine Or turn to vinegar, —left behind Do your thoughts get old and gray Or stay well muscled, —youth in play Is your will still yours to bend Enslaved by nothing, —sans pretense Is there love upon your t...

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The Tracks Will Switch

This last ride almost over, the train coming to a stop The mighty engine slowing down, my ticket punched and clocked With words I left untendered, in towns along the tracks My thoughts there drift upon the wind, my legacy attached This...

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Blues Poem #10

Living hard, the writing comes easy Living easy, the writing comes hard (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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The Greatest Harp

My pen is like a blues riff, not always on the note I bend within the moment, new feelings reach for hope A eulogy unspoken, on fire around his bed The Mojo dancing with the Muse, Marine Band in my head The words they stretch and vibra...

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Unto End

True to the Muse, the words instill, each one a trusted friend Her voice embedded in my soul, —beginning unto end (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Falsehoods You Endear

My world is different, my world is foreign, your words do then remind My vision captive, my soul unpledged, the music solely mine Never lonely, but then alone, my solitude you fear As strangers swarm around your doubt, whose falsehoods ...

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Future Now Past

I offered you the moon and stars, you took the sun instead Your darkness preyed, all love waylaid, my dreams and wishes dead Beyond all hope, with stolen light, my fear you then unmasked And pulled a curtain across my heart, —the future ...

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Heaven's Thunder

Eric never asked a question, Stevie couldn’t answer As hearts aspire, their stage on fire, the Garden’s roof asunder One lick and then another, with Clapton our new mother As Winwood melts a father’s keys, —to hell with heaven’s thunder ...

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Beyond The Gleam

Can you escape your own intelligence, can you cross that final line Can you release your own magnificence, starting over, redefined Can you see beyond your vision, can you wish beyond your dreams Can you think beyond your knowing, —can y...

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Out Of Time

Born to the same words as you, the feelings were my own Language shared, intention spared, a vision fully grown Our words converse, in separate verse, your prose unto my rhyme To search that darkest hidden place, two footsteps out of ti...

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Exposed

Excuses, hide within my dark prejudice Exposed, with every light you shine (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Woods On Fire

Consistent in my thoughts, honest with my emotions I walked a familiar path, —as I set the woods on fire (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Now Fly Within

It’s almost time,” the Angel said Last image dancing, in my head “The gate unlocked, the pearls alive” Both wings she opened, time proscribed “Just one look back,” I asked in vain “All past is gone,” her voice proclaimed “Your pl...

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Too Late

Once the wolf is through the door, —it’s too late to turn the lock (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Twins We Pray

Left, to my right, another half As two we’re whole, on different paths My cloudless sky, your world in shade Whose peace endears, my war invades Our grass once greener, turns to brown A soul we share, now turned around Symbiotic,...

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This Light Unveils

It’s not important what I know, but what I choose to feel The facts once vital fall away, my fruit now fully peeled The numbers orphaned, the glory waived, a whiter shade of pale The music constant, the darkness gone, all truth—this lig...

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Maybe

Maybe I’ll remember, maybe you will too Maybe once it mattered, maybe more to whom Maybe this will lessen, maybe it will salve Maybe there’s forgiveness, maybe—maybe not (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Blues Speak

Bend that reed, Stretch that chord, Split that vowel, —drive home the word (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Aberrant

How do you reclaim thoughts that have gone How do you say something you can’t How do you breathe new life in your song With words now escaped, —aberrant (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Crown On Loan

The Muse in the tower, whose debt you enthrone Those jewels that you borrow, —her crown still on loan (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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1 year ago
Debt Cancelled

Defaulting on all past and future sins The weight of their debt, —the present rescinds (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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The Dance

Writing within the moment, the impostor time must hide Writing within the moment, immortal words confide Writing within the moment, your first and only chance Writing within the moment, —fate and destiny dance (Villanova Pennsylvania: J...

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Caught In The Jaws

Reaching into the demon’s mouth, the search entraps and burns With every click and byte we choose, the less we seem to learn Our privacy we save as bait, the wolves set free to run Stripped and naked, to live as prey, —our pasts now th...

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Too Short To Dare

Asking life to meet half way, you always lag behind The focus on the things you lack, not the gold you mine All compromise and copping out, your table left half bare The brass ring distant and remote, —your reach too short to dare (Vill...

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The Burn

If you’re not willing to fight the fire, —you're entitled to the flames (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Ashes Bemired

The Poet dilettante, pretty words, —not much else Your world falls apart, head buried, darkness felt Shangi-la’s luxury, your dreams can’t afford Rome’s pillars under siege, strong words must accord Through hundreds of millenia what ...

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The Last Mistake

Playing defense with terrorism, —another name for suicide (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Voices Call

Pilgrim of love, the journey far The road unclear, its turns unmarked Faith to guide you, belief in charge As voices call, —within your heart (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Welcoming Hymn

The spare bedroom of life, is where I sleep now The other rooms taken, the past dreaming proud This cot that I lie on, one sheet to keep warm With furniture missing, and curtains all torn The end of the season, the end of the hall F...

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The Last Bridge

They come to me phrases, crying out to be whole One last bridge to cross, no fare for the toll Prodigal wanderers, not spoken or heard My breath used as payment, —conveying their words (Villaova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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Eternity Set Free

The present is in your future, the present in your past The present a sacred mystery, its moment to unmask The present is in your memory, the present in your dreams The present neither begins nor ends, —eternity set free (Villanova Pe...

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A Million Dead Blades

Wandering into the tall grass With shears not meant to cut I pushed and stepped And stepped and shoved My direction the only thing dashed I wandered left And wandered right As the weeds took over my path They seemed to know me As I tramped them d...

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Hope

Hearing the promise Open up in yourself Proclaiming his goodness Epiphany felt (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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To Again Begin

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One Choice

One word an eternity, one feeling sublime One wish an epiphany, —one choice then divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Destiny Marked

The wandering Poet, so wild—so free With each mile walked, a new reverie Eight Muses to guide him, his steps fall in line Their prophecy calling, their message untimed The wandering Poet, won’t stop till he’s done All motion incessa...

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False Limits

You have to cross the perimeter, for your border to expand Stepping over the line, of yourself to demand You have to follow that inner voice, calling out sacred and new Rejecting false limits, on your way to the truth (Villanova Pennsy...

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Wishes Whisper

Dreamers search incessant, hearts cry out undoled Wishes only whisper, —love to make them whole (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Nature Flees

Different birds, the same call Time frozen, the hour stalls Mother earth, bastard son Nature flees, —damage done (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Something For Gregg

I was somewhere deep in Kansas, on a Triumph 69’ When your song came on the jukebox, and hit me from behind I was headed for a bad place, and cared for nothing much When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’ my heart and soul were struck Entran...

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The Cure

Will anything serve to lessen, the ache your heart now feels Will providence bring a blessing, if before the throne you kneel Will the pain be slave or master, can the church bells ring once more Will your pulse beat ever faster, —if you...

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Deafened To Hear

The ending in sight, —beginning so near What’s loosened now tight, —those deafened to hear (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Their Contrail

Try as I might, to hide from the words Distant and fleeting, they still can be heard The nouns are a kite, lone verb as the tail Flying inside me, my heart their contrail (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Dreams Of Joy

Some days my mind is hardened, on others like a sponge Today my thoughts are heartened, with feelings on the run Tonight as light transitions, and darkness fills the void My mind and heart will lay as one, true lovers—dreams of joy (Vil...

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Caught

Dangerous hunt, critical thoughts Words set the trap, —truth to be caught (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Crossover

Writing verse, my distractions are few Prose unwritten, the Muse importunes Writing in meter, writing in rhyme Her blessings upon me, fortune divine Spiritual kinship, rind bearing fruit The flowers to spray, the soil to root P...

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Barred From Sight

Did you try to take it with you, did you really think you could Are those moments that you sold for cash, now spent and gone for good Did you try to buy forgiveness, choosing darkness over light Are your memories long forgotten, —new ho...

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New Beginning

Where bullets and bombs end, —the Poet begins (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Damned Human Race

You may not like it, you may not agree But religions’ the problem, the real enemy A blind ideology, that kills to maintain A false image of God, to blaspheme and profane The Koran—the Crusades, the excuses—the lies Fanatical visions...

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'GOODBYE'

I said no to the man, and made my own bed I cut my own trail, with eyes straight ahead In debt to myself, but thankful to all My words freely spoken, their verdict my call I beat my own rhythm, on multiple drums I structured the lyr...

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For Augustus

This world an illusion All faith to forbear A friend of mine struggles Whose spirit I share I feel him inside me He calls out my name His friendship a blessing Augustus, —I pray (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
New Life

He came to me joyous, his words still unread A vision once spoken, —new life for the dead (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Prison Within

Are we constantly building circular walls, —that we feel safe within Are the threats contained, as our minds abstain, —in our fortress ‘void of sin’ Does the air we breathe, serve to then mislead, —forming words that echo back Now i...

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1 year ago
Is Love

The only thing that spreads faster than hate, —is love (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
Voices Not Your Own

"Don’t write for Poets, their knives unclean With jagged edges, whose cuts demean Their opinions frayed, by wounds unseen Whose righteous selves, reflection preens” Write for those listeners starved and wild, with hearts not ...

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Forever Wet

If no man is an island, what can one man be If no man stands alone, to write the words, himself to free If never beats that distant drum, one marching out of step Who will swim against the tide, —their ink forever wet (Villanova Pennsyl...

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Damnation Still Unrhymed

With verse in debt to time enslaved, its prophecy of doom Whose curse to sling like darts and arrows, destined for the tomb All words in red, as blood they drip, from wounded hearts and minds My breath to scorch with fire and salt, —damn...

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Armageddon

Our heads so deeply in the sand, we thought it wouldn’t come And would never heed its warnings, our denial zero-sum The result of our inaction, this swamp we dwell within The wolf now shed of Grandma’s robe, —Armageddon to begin (Villan...

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The Simplest Of Words

I could package it different, I could present it complex, —I could try to impress and deceive But the message eternal, and the one truly spoken, —needs the simplest of words to conceive (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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The Toll

I lived inside my timeframe, did you live inside of yours I lived outside my timeframe, did you live outside of yours “I carried things from now till then, a toll I humbly paid Across a bridge where time had stopped, —the truth to pass e...

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Your Heart To Own

Will vision trump conjecture Can a wish your fear dethrone Does belief control your will Until love, —your heart to own (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
Death Match

I spoke my consciousness into the wind, —eternity to hear My past, present, and future lives, eternal, divorced from the fear Days grow short, my story on hold, the Muse taking shelter inside Reports dire, as verses alight, —the truth in...

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1 year ago
Rebirth

Messages, trapped in the wind Words, burrow deeply within Voices, emerge from the past Memories, and dreams overcast” Leaves fall, branches reach for the sky Winter clouds gather, snow starts to fly Furloughed—the seeds march ...

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To Adorn

The words better naked, the song better clothed My feelings stripped bare, my lyrics exposed I flash and I streak, the melody warms Now fully unrobed, —my song to adorn (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
Without—Within

Traveling beyond your borders, freedom scents the trail Traveling beyond your borders, destiny in the mail Traveling beyond your borders, memory in the wind Traveling beyond your borders, —without becomes within (Villanova Pennsylvania...

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1 year ago
One Verse

Oh, to have one thing to start the day, a smile to greet the sun Oh, to have toys as a child at play, a field to chase and run Oh, to have someone to love me true, my faults on full display Oh, to bow righteous before the Lord, —with one...

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1 year ago
My Prose Will Flow

I go to the gym most every day, my fountain pen in hand My curls and dips move line to line, I press as words expand My repetition sorely felt, more weight I need command And through these veins my prose will flow, —verse flexing on dem...

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1 year ago
House Arrest

Kidnapped by the Muses, sentence now unknown Thoughts are held for ransom, will denied the throne Kingdom banned in exile, usurper in control Welcoming confinement, —house arrest extolled (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
American Pie

It may be poignant, at its best sublime But not remembered, —if it doesn’t rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017) To ‘Don McClean’

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1 year ago
The Last Swan

The sun in arrears, its moon in default With stars in foreclosure, the cosmos to halt All time repossessed, the Creator has gone Awaiting implosion, —that last singing swan (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Fire Hot

Can joy be found in everything, and not in just one place Can love be used to clear the field, and watch the children race Can hearts be free when joined as one, where parted they were not Can passion reach that deepest void, —to stoke t...

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1 year ago
My Laura-Within

The Muse on vacation, all thoughts have gone slack The lyrics unwritten, the music off track All time is unsettled, the Devil has come His melody tempting, false promises run Two days still without her, the weekend what’s left The o...

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1 year ago
Its Present Reclaimed

My soul ancient, but my spirit new The past a contrivance, the future untrue My thoughts reborn, all feelings renamed To christen this moment, —its present reclaimed (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
Prophet Of Time

You belong to the lyric, you give life the words You belong where before you did not, you most need to be heard You belong to the meaning, you stare into the dark You belong to what’s not of this world, you rechristen the stark You bel...

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1 year ago
Profaned

I love you—I hate you, now one and the same Betrothed to a heartache, all feeling profaned (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
Spirit Runs

I write from a place that’s old, endowed With brass left tarnished and cobwebs spun All time unsheltered, where thoughts conceive The truth reborn, —and spirit runs (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
My Sins He Forgave

I stare in the mirror, And the devil stares back Laughing and sneering, His taunting attack “I bought you, I own you, Now run, try to hide Your soul has been mortgaged, Your spirit denied” I run through the barn, And come back with a brick At t...

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1 year ago
Juice In The Bottle

All magic—today, past future astray This moment—alive, all others contrived “Juice in the bottle, cup in your hand Pour out the goodness, live while you can” (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
Love To Recompose

If you cut it up in pieces, will you miss the whole unseen Its DNA in tatters, and soul now left the scene In your search for understanding do your eyes burn hot and fry From visions tightly woven, —whose knots you must untie When your wo...

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1 year ago
A Lyrical Sum

The words come as brothers, their sister a song With mother a feeling, and father headstrong Relation internal, all melding as one Each needing the other, —a lyrical sum (Train From New Hampshire: May,2017)

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1 year ago
Dreams To Live On

Nature speaks, in the quietude of dawn A rapture complete, last word to your song Her message repeats, till daylight is gone With night bringing sleep, —and dreams to live on (White Mountains New Hampshire: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
Twilight Devours

Darkness, tearing into the light, talons that blind Redemption, covered in blight, the omen reminds Chasing the last ray, horizon diminished and gone Words screaming goodbye, as twilight devours your song (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, ...

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1 year ago
Into the Light

That road that I searched for, led me into the words Their geography inward, their ownership heard All possessions relinquished, no teeth left to bite The journey soft spoken, —walking into the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Best Moments

Are the best Moments Fleeting… Always Drifting away Are those Feelings Most precious That come And don’t stay Is magic Eternal With it’s Truth Never clear Is the Music The sweetest We still wait To hear (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Last Cut

Life’s ending is short, its beginning unknown The middle is long, chasing stone after stone Memories most vivid, from decades ago Feelings now drifting, like wind driven snow Our seconds tick off, as minutes run down The big picture...

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1 year ago
Cold And Never Hot

Some Poets use big words to try and go where they’ve been banned And wander esoteric into notions barred to them They layer on the verbiage, hoping to become what they are not And bastardize the language, running cold and ne...

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1 year ago
Once The Circle Breaks Out

Do we wait for tomorrow, as we wait for today Do we see a connection, false wishes to pray Do we draw from the past, as the circle is spun Trapped inside or out, is it then Zero-Sum Can the memories forgotten, revisit again Do the f...

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1 year ago
Memories Of Le Mans

You fly toward the finish, and take the last curve The Mulsanne behind you, your legend—your nerve Worn tires losing traction, the edge of control Fate laughing inside you, old blood on the pole Your mind now invaded, the ghosts hav...

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1 year ago
Next Station

With no advanced ticket, I pay as I go My boarding left open, still more things to know The day train a local, expresses by night My spirit rolls inward, —next station in sight (Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Whisper & Scream

Not ‘Classic’ Or ‘Beat’ But those naked Words That come to Me in my Dreams Each color Rejected The Rainbow Preferred Refusing to Choose Between In the well dug Deepest And well dug Straight Hides a Tempest Once unforeseen That blows T...

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1 year ago
Fates Arrow

I walked the path of William Tell An apple by my side And waited for an archer strong To match me stride for stride I placed the orb upon my head And stood against a tree And gave my faith unto the wind Fates arrow sent to f...

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1 year ago
My Parting Wish

When lost inside a world of dreams, the Muse becomes my guide The days and nights stand juxtaposed, the sun and moon collide And though my eyes desert me now, the past and future blind My parting wish is not to wake, —this sleep forever ...

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1 year ago
Oh

Oh, to draft just one Oh, to say the words Oh, to remake time Oh, to once be heard Oh, to write for you Oh, to joyous be Oh, to sing the meaning Oh, to be set free (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Rising Again

Always the thunder, never the rain Deafening bluster, masking the plain Never the thunder, always the rain Truth buried under, —rising again (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
No Longer Love Denied

Lusting after a song unsung, I hunted through your fear And trapped the demon that kept you mute, —whose blood drips from my spear Desirous of your captive voice, I hung its head up high And waited for you to sing just once, —no longer lo...

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1 year ago
The Jilted Muse

A better critic than writer… Your tongue sharpens, as your pen hacks Bastardized on the altar of cold description Disavowed by the jilted Muse, —ink bleeding red (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Couplets On Fire

Questioning forward, answering back Ideas move inward, time has gone slack This moment eternal, reference hacked The couplets on fire, —reason attacked (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Forever—Yet Brief

Between what is and isn’t, lies a canvas of what could be Colors in contrasting unison, tomorrow’s brush strokes—paint can free Shores of promise, woods of joy, still-life in eternal relief Framing as one, styled for all, its message fore...

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1 year ago
Spirit Imbued

The morning bid welcome, the night said goodbye The sun gave us reasons, the moon made us cry The cycle repeated, the old freed the new The darkness retreated, —the spirit imbued (Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Bricks You Lay

Is your house built out of certainty, are the walls made thin or stout Is your mind filled up with questions, do you live in fear or doubt Is your spirit free or servile, is your will unchained or slave Is your heart the trowel you build...

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1 year ago
Praying For Light

Always the mistress, never the wife Dessert that comes last, motel in sight Acting the courtesan, children denied Life in the shadows, love that must hide Everything borrowed, everything loaned Feelings on time-share, never to ow...

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1 year ago
Soul Unrehearsed

All life is a poem, new stanza each day The questions unreasoned, leaves fall where they may My story in long hand, the seasons in verse Discovery my Muse, —with soul unrehearsed (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Au Contraire

They come to me couplets, they come to me tight They come to me rhyming, they come to me right With lessened confusion, more light in the air All youthful illusions, exposed, —‘au contraire’ (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Dogwood Goodbye

Deep in the woods I buried a flower Far below the leaves and scattered bark And planted a wish that Spring might grant me Fearing by May all would be dark Through the snow of a fading winter A twisted sprig broke toward the sky Carved on its trun...

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1 year ago
Winning So

I play the highway one on one, the miles referee And chase my spirit’s center line, direction up to me The wind to fire the starting gun, with rules set long ago All past and future curbside bound, —this moment winning so (Villanova Pen...

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1 year ago
Left To Spew

A heartbeat beyond perception, the verse becomes alive Its arrow fixed, its prey in sight, —new truth to hunt old lies As light grows scarce, it draws its bow, with aim both clear and true To strike deceptions middle eye, —the devil left ...

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1 year ago
The Girl In The Chuck Taylor All-Stars

Her hair blown free, with eyes ablaze She walked toward me, through morning haze Her steps unmeasured, her cutoffs tight Eyes palest blue, the lightest light Would I speak first, would she respond In ten more seconds, her image go...

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1 year ago
Big Picture Tease

Bogged down in details, the truth is undone Swimming through corn flakes, the milk overruns Looking at the forest, seeing only trees Pieces micromanaged, big picture—a tease (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
My Soul Electric

Each Poem wrought, another day of freedom bought Each verse proclaimed, one more glorious night renamed Each line unleashed, new light is shown old shadows hide Each truth I speak, my soul electric, —words alive (Villanova ...

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1 year ago
Disowned

Like leaves in the wind, words scatter about From the woods and high grass, they call and they shout “Come find us, come free us, we’re out here alone “The Muse has deserted, —and left us disowned” (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Truth Or Lie

Must God stay beyond our understanding His prophecy to conscript and confuse Are the Trinity and Resurrection Both miracles or only a ruse Do we build temples to our edification Storing Icons that judge and decry Is the Bible f...

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1 year ago
Gabriel's Horn

A captive of your ontology, a tiger in a cage Doomed to look with borrowed eyes, your life played out on stage You pace the floor incessant, as anger builds within And hear the distance calling, feeling trapped, an alien Will that trum...

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1 year ago
Distant Thunder

We were there, but we weren’t We took part, and we didn’t There was war, with all affected There was death, and some objected There was music, we got lost in Assassinations, left us frozen Alienation, drove us inward Graduatio...

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1 year ago
Transfusion's Masquerade

How can you teach Poetry, or breathe for someone else Sharing what your soul has freed, deep within yourself Can you cross a bridge unbuilt, its toll not yours to pay Squeezing blood from wounds long healed, —transfusion’s masquerade ...

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1 year ago
Still Lost

Though great were Joyce’s writings, —his preference was to sing Irish ballads and Welsh folk songs, his raucous nights to bring With transience his dearest Muse, words speaking for themselves His truth to roar from greater depths, —still l...

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1 year ago
The Debt

Buying my life back, a Poem at a time The debt was slowly paid, in rhythm and in rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Last Bell

Senses untamed, spaces to reign Bodies that die, spirits to fly By length or by width, time is a myth Dimension aground, essence refound Eyes looking forward, eyes looking back Eyes looking inward, soul reattached All that was sp...

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1 year ago
Last Words

Can you pray without a doctrine, can you sing above the choir Can you cast off earthly burdens, can you burn without the fire Can you give, no longer taking, can you welcome strangers in Can you love beyond all feeling, —your last words ...

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1 year ago
God To Reject

The question outliving the answer, the chosen—their verdict was death The prophecy destroying the prophet, religion—its God to reject (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
At Ease And Unfurled

Is your pathway to heaven now structured with those words that your verse seeks to pray Is your stairway straight up or diverted, with remittance and debts to repay Is your meaning construed or verbatim, with intention set free of this wo...

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1 year ago
The Prisoner Of Time

Does your structure inhibit the meaning Does a smile work to cover your pain Does today mean much less than tomorrow Are your messages forever the same Do you write before feelings have woken The letters pretty, in cursive review ...

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1 year ago
First & Last

Truth, the first casualty of war Love, the last casualty of truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
My Mind To Go Back

The places I’ve travelled, yet haven’t seen The roads I’ve ridden, while caught in-between The mileage piled up, memory lay stacked Voices call distant, —my mind to go back (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Crippled Mind

Labels, crutch for the unenlightened Support system, for the crippled mind (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
If—Then

If Art … is our connection to the senses Then Poetry … is our connection to the soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Swan Song

Apollo now guards my Prose and my Verse His Swan sings at last, —the Raven in search (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
My Heart Not To Bleed

Gripping the meteor, both hands for dear life Expelling, compelling, less heat and more light Afraid to let go, knowing what it will mean My pen to go dry, —my heart not to bleed (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
No Candy This Year

The eggs had been colored, all scattered about The baskets were hidden, the children now shout… “Was he here mom, was he here?” they yell from upstairs “Come down and find out,” she says—nary a care Their little feet rush down, tak...

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1 year ago
All Eternity Unknown

Did you try to take it with you, did you really think you could Did your journey end abruptly, as you never thought it would Are those things that you acquired, much of comfort to you now Are those dreams left uninspired, parked on some...

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1 year ago
Flowing Through

Does your writing leave room for intrusion With spaces for listeners to crawl in Are your words like a sponge that the reader can drain Your verses to flow through them again (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Or Turn You Out

Is remembrance now a hidden tenant, that lives throughout your home Does it lurk in every corner, to come out when you’re alone Is that voice heard down a distant hall, a lost child once left about Does the face now staring through the da...

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1 year ago
All Heaven In Sight

As a writer, I create my own freedom And as a writer, I invent my own friends As a writer, I espouse my own truth And as a writer, my will never bends As a writer, I travel the world And as a writer, that journey’s within As a w...

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1 year ago
My Spoken Lord

Devoted to my writing, a prayer with every word Faithful to each line I write, my verse—my spoken Lord (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)kpb

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1 year ago
A Blind Eye

If you don’t write everything down Then at least take everything in Seeds once planted, ripen and grow A blind eye, —the killer within (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Time Is Near

The leaves have fallen, the birds did sing Memory lingers, tomorrow brings A promise spoken, a solemn vow The present honored, —all faith avowed The years enlighten, as age sets in While youth remembered, still burns within The g...

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1 year ago
Both Ways

Stricken with blame, enamored by praise My words caught between, —and travel both ways (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Not A Child In Sight

A stitch past nine on borrowed time, the memories come rushing back The Wolf is feasting in Grandma’s bed, Red Riding Hood a snack A Cow gets ready to jump again, when the moon drops from the sky Humpty Dumpty a mess on the floor, —the l...

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1 year ago
The Reckoning

The vision intrudes, stealing ink from my pen A thief in the night, —leaving words that portend A warning’s been given, its mantle thrown down But truth will speak over, —what darkness avows (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Epiphanous Light

Poetry travels where Prose cannot go To sleep with the stars, by heaven aglow Each new verse a planet, orbiting round… An Epiphanous light, —burning profound (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Circle Still Unbroken

Never sure of what I started, I wrote my final words And found a stream to fill the well, with verses left unheard My last line most important, leading back toward the first The circle still unbroken, —and all doubt now quenched of thirs...

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1 year ago
Change

To change the way you act, —change the way you think (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
That Horse

Every scepter, every throne, reverts again anew The god’s, their will divided, —an Iliad of ‘truth’ A war of good intentions, paved avenue to hell Honor shamed, by Zeus renamed, —that horse where judgment dwells (Villanova Pennsylvan...

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1 year ago
Inhumanity

Man's inhumanity to man, knows no country, religion, or race Man’s inhumanity to man, the one shame that all time can’t erase Man’s inhumanity to man, as constant as the spring driven rain Man’s inhumanity to man, —rising over and over a...

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1 year ago
Child Of Night

The gray dawn baptized, —a child of night Salvation hostage, —imprisoned light (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Gray Dawn

The gray dawn slaughters the promise of spring, —with a desperate last goodbye Its poisonous haze mocks a sky forsaken, —with the sun again denied Its blanket then lowers in a shroud of judgment, —its verdict darkly stained To d...

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1 year ago
Muted Sirens

To recite it in a Poem, or sing it loud and strong Their union an espousal, one by measure, one by song Division casts adrift, as muted sirens fold their wings This moment reinvented, —words and melody one thing (Villanova Pennsylvania:...

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1 year ago
I Charge Within

I put a saddle on the wind, and rode it through the storm The bridle placed, the buckle cinched, the reins, my horse reborn Inside each stirrup passion spurs, the present now in hand Behind whose mane I charge within, —in search of who I...

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1 year ago
Poetics

Poetry, barbell of the written word Resistance exercise for the status-quo (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Wolf Unleashed

I don’t have to slay the dark, my verse, the wolf unleashed I don’t have to court the devil, my words a sword unsheathed I can live beneath the sun, with days both clear and bright Or sleep beneath the crescent moon, —my poetry to fight ...

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1 year ago
The Price

Is blood, the price of art Is death, the price of truth A rose, its thorn uncovered And love, —the price of youth (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Last Poison Dart

Do you seek protection from being alive A turtle in its shell, a bee in its hive Do you lust for new armor to cover your heart To shield truth inflicted, —life’s last poison dart (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Chasing My Voice

Tearing through the sky of my intention Flying toward the birth of my choice Begging the gods for one chance to proclaim Chasing the tail end of my voice (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Can You Rage

Can you paint the picture brushless Can you sing the words while mute Can you dance the lone fandango Can you rage beyond your youth (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
I Remember

I remember art deco things, I remember peaches and wine I remember sirens in the night, I remember waving goodbye I remember the boardwalk on a cloudy day, I remember an elephant in pink I remember the fire engine returning, I remember ...

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1 year ago
Heaven Sent

Religion… my writing, all faith in my pen My savior the words, —the Muse heaven sent (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Silence Distills

Writing the lines, one word remains absent To give the verse promise, new voices to fill Speaking the words, I pause before ending Taking a breath, —as the silence distills (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Damnation Refound

A Mississippi back road burns in my mind Its memory twice buried, resurfaces, reminds That Mississippi back road, you once led me down Perdition, destruction, —damnation refound (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Death Calls

The gallows were offered, the guillotine chosen The execution a matter of choice The sinner repentant, the evil now lessened Death calls, —in a welcoming voice (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Wisdom's Tooth

A young Poet is to an older man As an old poet is to a younger man “When young then old, when old then young The past twice borrowed, the future sung The old man’s knowledge, the young man’s youth To cross in stages, —like wisdom...

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1 year ago
Millennial's Curse

Earbuds in and phone in hand, millennial’s converse Language distant, eyes unshared, their lives on hold—obverse (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
Not Enough Soap

Too many choices, not enough reasons Too many memories, not enough hope Too many excuses, begging forgiveness Too much to launder, —not enough soap (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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1 year ago
kpb48@aol.com

The older I get, the more important words become The shorter the days, the deeper the streams that run With time closing in, I reach for the poems and rhymes Into the twilight, —for one last miraculous line (Villanova Pennsylvania: Marc...

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1 year ago
To Be Alone

I go to the city To be alone, Distraction Calling me away From myself Isolating my Memory Burying my Thoughts In endless concrete Passing 1000 people Never meeting One Never meeting One Who will tell me About myself Never meeting One Who w...

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1 year ago
Not My Wound

I never wrote so you’d approve, I wrote what I believe How you felt as you read those words, —is not my wound to bleed (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Into Their Hands

Dreams, like orphaned water lilies, float across the surface Ferrying my last token wish, adrift—this silver pond The swans make way, as faith glides freely upon the wind Carrying my fervent hopes into this moment, present sent Their ...

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1 year ago
The Ink Is Calling

Suspended moments between the lines, my mind now lost in space Sublimated syntax buried deep, my spirit free to race The light unfiltered, the sound of horns, my body starts to rise The ink is calling, my pen in hand, new words at last—...

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1 year ago
Love's Reality—Unreal

Your lies much more exciting, than any truth you never told Stolen moments of pure delight, a fantasies cuckold Your touch hides what your eyes cannot, my dreams you come to steal Your body moves, your heart lays still, love’s reality—u...

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1 year ago
For Ever More

If music is the soul of art, then what can writing be Is it the eyes, perhaps the ears, in printed reverie Is music the stage whereupon, all other art encores For if it is, all words rejoice, —to sing for ever more (Villanova Pennsylvan...

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1 year ago
Thrice Denied

Searching through the forest, chasing dreams your sleep abandoned And losing yourself in the mindless spatial distance You play two handed poker with the devil of the night The Prince holding only one card, as you gamble it all… Fore...

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1 year ago
Indifference

To inflict on tomorrow, the empty promises of fate The will to reign indifferent, —the devil’s cruelest form of hate (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Untamed

Forty years, my will unbowed, —my loyalty untamed (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) From 'Death From The Sky'

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1 year ago
Opening Poem To My New Novel: 'Death From The Sky'

Archangel Of War To Prowl The Skies, —Winged Messenger Of Death (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Fresh Promise

Blue skies glisten, the morning sun kisses The Robin, announcing the day The sweetness of spring, to all lovers it brings Renewed wishes, —the fresh promise of May (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Water Now Ice

Am I a spinner of Poetry, or a weaver of Prose A seeker of truth, or a deceiver of both Is the verse now in conflict, with the twice written line Do the feelings transfer, is their likeness in kind Do I always remember, which prayer ...

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1 year ago
Fond Memory's Child

My body ages… as words stay young Gentler written, more often sung Fond memory’s child… youth starts to rage All gray outside, blue-blonde the page (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
To Rebegin

As you age and days get shorter, do you reach out for the source Whether family, friends, or playground, is the pull a constant source Is the attraction of returning, going home then once again The final stage in your progression, —to r...

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1 year ago
Past That Place

If words were notes upon a score, would the melody play beyond… Each phrase a chord, each line a hymn, each paragraph a song If words could sing harmonic, as their letters drift away Would music take you past that place, —your words forc...

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1 year ago
Caterpillars Delight

Looking beyond our differences, the image deepened Speaking without words, the conversation spiked Touching without holding on, all feelings turned to ecstasy Loving while letting go, —the caterpillars delight (Villanova Pennsylvania: M...

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1 year ago
Oracle

Myth unlocks the question, —magic then affirms (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Paved In Stone

Forty years of bad road, a path of broken glass Potholed memories line my thoughts, devil waiting fast Daring me—“Retrace your steps, your quickest way back home” Forty years of shattered dreams, —the future paved in stone (Villanova P...

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1 year ago
In Command

Horizon set, all sails to run, the tiller in my hand The future drifting, like the past, —this moment in command (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Blood That Woudn't Yield

You thought that you could skip a stitch, the thread provided free You thought no one would ever notice, just one small opening The seam then weakened steadily, threads loosened left and right Excuses now unraveling, Old Glory taking f...

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1 year ago
Their Power To Steal

Humanity bankrupted his checking account, but his love was not overdrawn Each check that he wrote, each choice that he made, trading ingots for righting a wrong With credit denied, and spirit affirmed, he continued to endorse what...

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1 year ago
Winter Comes Early

Winter comes early, Its heavy coat Sealing in the cold The sky More visible Its view not the same The blue faded gray With distance in charge And the wind… The wind never stops The wind Never whispers Like in summer Sneaking up from behind Touchi...

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1 year ago
The Eyes Of A Child

Do you eat your own cooking, do you live what you write Do you enjoy your own company, do you dream well at night When you look in the mirror, do you like what you see Through the eyes of a child, —is your heart then set free (Villanova...

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1 year ago
Moment's Left Unfelt

I often sit here waiting, on days when words won’t come To chase the thoughts now fleeting, their messages on the run These days I sit impatient, as I wonder to myself Are time and memory draining, —precious moments left unfelt (Villan...

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1 year ago
Fear Stalks The Night

Making sense of it all… our grandest myth Wisdom born of age, bleeds from youth’s betrayal Questions drying unvarnished, naked meanings Darker darks reface the cliff, edges sharper cut Two images, clearer than before, preying in dead...

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1 year ago
Is Love Forever Young

Is a poem ever finished, a song completely sung Does today end with tomorrow, —is love forever young (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
What Conscience Is To Shame

Joplin was to Southern Comfort, what Hendrix was to smack Morrison was to masquerade, what Dylan never lacks Woodstock was to 69,’ what music was to time Saigon was to those who stayed, what Auschwitz now reminds Kennedy was to hopes and...

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1 year ago
To Herself Alone

The enigma of a woman rests in what you’ll never know Despite those things she gives to you, her secrets bide unshown Your eyes may taste and hands might touch, but to herself alone Her power worn as though a crown, —her mystery, her thr...

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1 year ago
Thast Voice

Writing for you, the words slip away Writing for me, all letters in play Listening to you, a cry far and wide Listening to me, —that voice deep inside (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Its Meaning Contained

The world is my mentor, eternity my judge Each choice confirmation, the ‘future’ ungloved Time no longer master, to deceive or profane All life in this moment, —its meaning contained (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Palette Free

Musical words and painted phrases, dance around my memory Reds and Blues and vivid Gold’s, rush across my bridge of dreams Stream-streaking into the sky, their song a magic portrait Clouds chanting in vibrant hues, —as the light sings pa...

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1 year ago
Our Future Imperiled

The Genie is now out of the bottle, and referred to as ‘The Net’ Where hackers are countries unto themselves, empowered worldwide—great threats Able to intrude and disrupt at will, weaving a new kind of hell With privacy raped and freedom...

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1 year ago
Twin Fathers

Clapton at the ‘Crossroads,’ virtuoso running free Winwood pounding ‘I’m A Man,’ his genius at the keys Tonight inside the ‘Garden,’ time stopped as God decreed Twin fathers back together, —the ‘Blues’ their history (Villanova Pennsyl...

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1 year ago
kpb48@aol.com

He didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to live He didn’t want to take, he didn’t want to give He didn’t want to come, he never said goodbye He didn’t want to laugh, —his heart refused to cry (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
New Tracks In Search

My ticket punched, my fares been paid, the train sits waiting, rails now laid My ticket punched, the whistle blows, its light shines distant, truth aglow My ticket punched, the past on hold, the future scorned, the present bold My ticket ...

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1 year ago
Triage Verdad

Writing… the only suture When the truth starts to bleed (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Soemthing For Jimi

Tonight, I had a date with the mountain Tonight, I made those promises impend Tonight, behind the shadow of my fear Tonight, —the devil smiled at me again (Seattle Washington: ‘Something For Jimi’ March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Only As Sacred

You want to define poetry, behind the safety of your bars Open the door to your cage, a world awaits, where feathers tar Dusty journals and ‘how-to’ books, no longer serve you here One price of admittance, the acknowledgement of fear ...

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1 year ago
Trophies On The Road

Champion of life, trophies on the road Accolades for someone else, —one more thing to know (Seattle Washington: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
A False Infinity

Is your memory a circle, or a trip straight out and back A beginning and an ending, or one continuous track Do you see the same things going up, that you pass when coming down Is retention sealed and programmed, by things going round an...

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1 year ago
Times Grip

Trapped inside a nightmare, dying inch by inch Slave inside a rusted heart, feelings chained then lynched Later now than yesterday, earlier than goodbye Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn, the needle asking why But time contorts, r...

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1 year ago
Only For Itself

There are many voices, —but the truth speaks only for itself (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Life Below

Not free, not wise, not kind, not loved, and tethered to the past Unwilling to admit the truth, he met his match at last His Muse had warned time and again, a reckoning was near His eyes to close, his voice to mute, beyond his greatest ...

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1 year ago
A Whisper Then To Shout

Is there an image in your imagery, a still behind the flask A spell within the potion, an answer, question asked A beginning in your ending line, a peace that’s worth the bout A phrase that makes all history shake, —a whisper then to shou...

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1 year ago
For Papa

Poets and Bullfighters, death to uncage The truth between horns, eternity’s rage One thrust entitled, mortality damned Life springs eternal, —the sword leaves your hand (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
All Travelers Within

Poetry a journey… each word a life’s misstep When placing them together, one voice to bind and set Its map within a puzzle, to point beyond the wind A road that’s never ending, —all travelers within (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Still They Call

Some poems are true monuments, some lower to the ground Some verse is loaded, stacked, and piled, some stored away till found A phrasing here, a meaning there, now where to put it all As voices cry within the womb, —unborn, but still they...

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1 year ago
The Ultimate Choice

Living as if already dead, —his words new That morning he first understood, the verse flew The closer he got to the edge, the deeper his voice That day he fell over himself, —the ultimate choice (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
My Last Etesian

Forty years a Poet, sixty years a man Calling to me distant, my last Etesian Time at best deceptive, a trinity of masks Present truth accepted, the one not first or last The drums now beating softly, their rhythm stills my heart My ...

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1 year ago
Legacy Still Unheard

From deep in the shadows of Tin Pan Alley, the Sage called out my name With a voice that haunted and eyes concealed, he made his only claim Saying… “Abuse yourself if you must My Son, but you are never to mi...

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1 year ago
Solitude

The beauty of isolation, the magic in being alone A singular attraction, —sagacious undertone (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
Adieu

Deposit after deposit, memory is stored, interest compounding anew To transfer its balance of riches and gains, —avarice must first bid adieu (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
First Bite

Literary vignette, snippet of truth A little bit pregnant, —baby’s first tooth (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
Each dance

Your heart says yes, your mind says no, eternity bi-polar A time to kill, a time to love, —each dance best danced alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
Singularity

Distraction is to the truth, —as opinion is to belief (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Reality A Twin

The inside looking out, the outside looking in Two sides of the same mirror, —reality a twin (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Raging Tiger

For those who love the concept of power, but hate its execution A raging tiger has just left its cage, —to feed on your confusion (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
I Shouldn't

I knew I shouldn’t, but despite the pain and hurt I still could Like the Bluesman said… “You got a bad way of doing me good” (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Ichiban

That cartridge in a sniper’s gun, true Poets kill with only one The shooters bullet marked by him, one word to kill what lies within (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
That Lonely Road

Is your poetry now dusty, as it lays back on the shelf Have your dreams become dismissive, do you live for someone else Is there mold inside your memory box, questions now long gone Do you walk that lonely road alone, —your heart to dra...

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1 year ago
Now Others Sung

A Poet writes from experience, dilettantes rave and rant The price demanded to feed the Sage, —wishing and hoping can’t Magic in wrapping a word around, place known or thing you’ve done Beauty when lyrics belong to you, —in songs now oth...

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1 year ago
Something For Gregg

I was somewhere deep in Kansas, on a Triumph 69’ When your song came on the jukebox, and hit me from behind I was headed for a bad place, and cared for nothing much When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’ my heart and soul were struck Entran...

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1 year ago
Only To the Brave

Utopia belongs to the fleet of heart but the truth, —only to the brave (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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1 year ago
Out Of Sight

Rewired, and now poetic, my words light up the night And cast the darkness back to hell, —the demon out of sight (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Within Her Breath

The Muse more than my mistress, the Muse more than my friend The Muse more than a guardian, the Muse my blood within She no longer comes to visit, she only comes to stay Each wish I make, each word I write, —within her breath I pray (Vi...

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1 year ago
Nothing But Pretend

Driven by my message, settled by the score Riveting exposure, fastening secure Words burning through my memory, reminding once again The past and future just a myth, —and nothing but pretend (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Gifting Sight

There just below the surface, more present than you know A prophetic Jeremiah, tracks leading through the snow His message serves to buttress, those standing in the light A pipeline to eternity, —his vision gifting sight (Villanova Penn...

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1 year ago
The Prose Waits

If you finally struck gold And were digging out the mine Would you leave it for a month And come back to what you’d find That’s the way I feel each day Being blessed to write this verse The prose insanely waiting, —for my voice to then reverse ...

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1 year ago
From Year To Year

To catch you in my rhythm, ensnare you in my rhyme To make the meter come alive, and pull you out of time With lines that end so sweetly, words pleasant to your ear For you to carry past today, and sing from year to year (Villanova Pen...

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1 year ago
Not Fully Shorn

Posting then before I’m done, the baby not quite born Feelings chase the words I write, —the sheep not fully shorn (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Wings Of A Prayer

A song more than a verse, thoughts more than they say A wish lost in the fall, recaptured in May Love more than a feeling, all heaven to share Last word redelivered, —on wings of a prayer (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Ashes Cry

My tongue inspired, words despised The page on fire, —ashes cry (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Future To Share

No one reads it, more reason to write it No one understands, or seems to care No one reads it, the verse sits muted Not to abandon, —the future to share (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
Freedom Deserts

Chasing the crown, Sitting the throne, —opposed Pursuit once free, Capture enslaves, —jailer demands Clipping one wing, Grounding the wish, —motion censored Weight pushing down, Hope abandoned, —freedom deserts (Strafford Pennsylvania: F...

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1 year ago
Perdition Assured

You try to mask your given voice in what’s perverse and then profane But truth speaks only for itself, your costume tattered-seamstress blamed This great parade, a grand charade, your song a flattened chord Its final line to seal your fat...

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1 year ago
One Rock

One rock cast from the quarry of the great unknown Freedom just another way, —of being alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
My Crutch

I’ve written now a thousand Poems, in search of just that one Each word to slay the demon time, each phrase my soul undone I’ve come so close a hundred nights, to see but not to touch Then left to limp between the lines, —their failure no...

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1 year ago
My Past Returns

A tamer version of myself, I rise from day to day Fit for consumption publicly, in camouflage I play Memories deep, and memories stored, from oh so long ago Now sleep inside my attic, ephemeral they glow My current frame of reference… ...

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1 year ago
Lost Bondage

When meaning becomes enslaved by the abstraction, —your Poem is lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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1 year ago
My Heart Now Rests

While not belonging anywhere, beholden then to none I spread me seeds upon the land, I let my spirit run I cast my lot into the air, direction fate be known And far beyond prevailing winds, —my heart now rests atoned (Villanova Pennsylv...

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1 year ago
The Encore

Are you now denied all access Has your ticket long been punched Is your fear stuck in the alley Intermezzo—out to lunch Will you even see the picture From the far end of the line Would a curtain serve to raise your hopes Can a loser ever shine ...

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1 year ago
An Angels Hymn

The light burns brightest, that burns within The embers warm, as memory dims That final verse, an Angel’s hymn The light burns brightest, —that burns within (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Myth Of Fame

Fighting Tuesday’s boredom, he decided to play a game And because he’d never done it, he decided to test his fame He mouthed the most nonsensical words with imagery askant Then wrote them down from right to left, a backward forward ran...

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1 year ago
'Sit Divinum'

Stop searching for Divinity, —become Divine (Villanova University: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
Truth To Thaw

A hunter of the frozen past, I stalk all time unanswered To kill the demon inside the ice with eyes that burn, —its truth to thaw (Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
Times Refusal

Youth takes my hand and holds me back, as old age points the way Unwilling yet to leave this Spring, as Winter calls my name The image in the mirror fresh, the one my eyes now see Of Lochinvar and Lancelot, in dreamlike fantasy The ...

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1 year ago
Another's Contraband

Do you play inside the Corn Flakes, or are corn stalks more you game Is that Hersey Bar the answer, or the cocoa or cocaine Do you clerk for someone’s feelings, inspiration all be damned, Your legacy an afterthought, —of another’s contra...

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1 year ago
Morgan Freeman Got It Right

There is no African American history, or Native American history, or Irish American history, or Italian American history, or German American history, or Chinese American history, or Hispanic American history, or White American history... There is...

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1 year ago
A Smoldering Refrain

Straddling the candle, too close to the flame A fiery benediction, —a smoldering refrain (Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
Still To Run

Your page now short on substance, yet colorful the rhyme The words used in abundance, where lesser might define Intention slave to beauty, all meaning zero sum Pageantry lost in the wind, —your blood left still to run (Grantham New Hamp...

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1 year ago
The Moon Bows

The aging artist has a trait, those short on sight can’t bear All normal signs of waning, a crown now his to wear Wrinkles and sparse graying hair, still negative to some But when they light upon a Sage, —the moon bows to the sun (Grant...

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1 year ago
Potpourri Babycakes

The mish now buried in the mash, the dog caught rooting through the trash With litter scattered far and wide, the pieces gather, the Cheshire hides All lollygaggers out in front, those last now first, a noble stunt The blend what’s vital,...

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1 year ago
A Legacy Recast

Like wine uncorked to breathe the air, my heart and mind become The richness of this life I’ve lived, a fortune e’er begun Not looking back, but looking in, the key to feelings past Where hides a treasure, memory locked, —a legacy recast...

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1 year ago
Ain't That The Blues

She’s familiar, aint that the blues Sleeping beside her, everyone knew Chipped beef on Monday, Thursday cold stew Dishes piled high, paycheck gone through She’s familiar, ain’t that the blues Home from work early, today around noo...

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1 year ago
The Future To the Past

To tell if you’re a Poet, from the first line to your last Do your words connect with feeling, —the future to the past (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
Baptized There

My life a poem, forego the count, that comes in threes and fours The space between to catch new breath, that time may now allure These moments gifted more than once, now constant in their prayer Whose vow will cast the river wide, —new w...

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1 year ago
Waterfall Unknown

Palliative to hospice, I jump from stone to stone The river waits in silence, —its waterfall unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
She's Familiar

She's familiar... ain't that the blues (Written at Kingston Mines in Chicago)

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1 year ago
A Motorcycle And Leather Bag

A motorcycle and leather bag, life seemed so perfect then When everything I cared about… my backseat was for them The world was such a smaller place, ideas grandiose To wander aimlessly I did, and never be morose The road became my st...

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1 year ago
Time Will Test

A great man silenced, his voice at rest Last stanza written, —as time will test (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Warrior Poet

Deadly to his enemies, confusing to his friends While faithful to his writing, —all justified intent Furious in times of war, in peace his vision burns But past the fray inside his words, a gentler spirit yearns Salvation long then sacr...

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1 year ago
The Future Proclaims

The pen and the keyboard… their white flag of truce Now shattered and tattered, new words on the loose The ink stains once mighty, a cursor now reigns As deep into cyberspace, —the future proclaims (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
Forever Beguiled

The voice of a Poet, the breath of a child The curse of the Devil, —forever beguiled (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
One Deep Thrust

To pierce todays attention span, fewer words are best A point honed sharp for one deep thrust, —one is all you’ll get (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
Is Death The Price

Is death the price of truth… “The light shines brightest —that shines at the end” Is death the price of truth… (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
All Princes In Their Rooks

Are you a Poet or tactician, or “A Rose By Any Other Name…” Are your words stained with patina, some would scrub and some would blame Is your Kingly ode too rough for some, finding safety in their books Is your verse uncut with edges sharp...

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1 year ago
Once The Present Has Died

Can a back door open, when the front door shuts Can truth escape, when death interrupts Can an exit be made, main entrance denied Can tomorrow live on, —once the present has died (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
To My Great Grandchildren

To my Grandchildren, those great and beyond, whom I will never meet Know that I love you and have seen you in the eyes of your parents when they were very small I’ve heard your voices in the trees, when the wind blows softly calling my ...

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1 year ago
Whose River Both Endows

Prose on one side, verse the other, —distance in between The bridge has burnt, the Muse now two, each seeing only green The breaths that flow are then contained, no synergy allowed The chasm deep between their words, —whose river both end...

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1 year ago
Black Diamond Embrace

Selecting the misery, crown jewel of my pain To wear like a necklace, but serve as a chain Its dark stone on fire, all light one’s defaced Reset in a solitaire, —black diamond embrace (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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1 year ago
The Verse Unknown

Married to the sacred word Committed to its ideal Betrothed to sworn fidelity Divorced from the unreal My wedding duly prearranged With choice not mine to own I conjugate my solemn vowel And spread the verse unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: Febru...

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1 year ago
There I Made My Church

Flying above the torment and fray, the blood drops from my wings The scars I carry to then remind, the true cost delivery brings The clouds incumbent upon my soul, their cover not to hide But frame a backdrop of life ahead, where on Ang...

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1 year ago
Unoriginal Sin

Did you flavor it with Hemingway, or season it with Thoreau Did you structure it like Eliot, or was Melville more your go The rocks you choose to stand upon, —just supports to look beyond As you add your face onto the mountain, new words...

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1 year ago
Never Yours To Lose

Like eating your own cooking, do you favor what you write Do the words digest completely, —the stove again to light As you walk that final mile, in those shabby cobblers shoes Will you then embrace at last, —what was never yours to lose ...

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1 year ago
The Treadmill

Slowing down the motor, running low on gas The lies, the HOV lane, the truth off in the grass The speed counterproductive, it warps and then transforms The magic in the stillness, the beauty heaven born The light becomes a blurring, ...

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1 year ago
Heaven Only Knows

Locked inside a rhythm, married to each sound The cadence plays a wedding march, the rhyme our vow out loud Betrothed inside their union, a love forever grows Verses come and children play, —as heaven only knows (Villanova Pennsylvania:...

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1 year ago
Heaven Its To Roam

To live life as a Poet, to slay the demon time Your spirit freed with every verse, in meter and in rhyme To reach beyond your passion, to say what others feel To bring tomorrow home today, the devils wrath to reel To wander past your me...

by Kurt Phiip Behm

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1 year ago
The Devil At The Gate

Does corruption blind intelligence, does greed devour truth Will intention cast the final vote, its motives never moot As David slew Goliath, Lilliputians lie in wait To bind and tie an Angels wings, —the Devil at the gate (Villanova P...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Eternity Says

There’s a poetry to life, that gets lost between the lines A secret in each memory, that the future often finds A stillness born of movement, that will last beyond today Salvation in this moment, —as eternity has its say (Villanova Penn...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
What's Yet To Be

A custodian of life… guardian of the coming dawn Survivor of the truth untold, —protector of what’s yet to be (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

by Kurt Phiip Behm

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1 year ago
My Path Unbroken

Refusing to be labeled, rejecting type and cast With choices so enabled, my freedom first and last All fantasy as token, its myths now cast aside My path remains unbroken, —false branding singed with lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: Februar...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Her Power Accused

Choking on her greatest asset, America is dying from freedom abused Twisting in the wind, a talonless eagle, her heart ripped open, —her power accused (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Once The Bee Has Left

If you know that you can, do you really still have to With uncertainty gone, does incentive still live Must you then prove to others, what you know beyond measure Is it anticlimactic, —once the bee leaves the hive (Villanova Pennsylvania...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Its Tears

Softly, I leave you Within the falling rain And take my leave, the storms reprieve Its tears, —to wash the pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Not Hard Nor Fast

Breaking through the dialectic, good and evil behind Beyond to where the sky breaks clean, and time does not apply Escaping from the either/or, my mind now free at last Lost in the perpetual moment, —rules not hard nor fast (Villanova ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
All Heaven For An Ear

Life’s journey through the darkest night, my final verse is clear Temptation writes now for itself, —all heaven for an ear (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
In Lament Of The Cowboy

A scant twenty years, grieved a century or more Poetically perfect, in spirit and lore A man and his horse, out riding the range The cattle his instruments, and music to play Civil War veterans and blacks from the South Through d...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Five Strangers

Five strangers walked into my dream, all male and all different versions of my deceased mother They looked at me one by one, with that look—her look, that had been gone for so long The first whispered to the second, then the second to ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
On Whose Love

The rhyme, my consort The meter, my friend The music, my mistress On whose love, —I depend (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Deliver Me

Wishing It had been different, I used my last borrowed breath And made a vow to repent for each denial Praying for absolution, my final hope into the wind Saying: “Damn me if you have to, but first deliver me from this lie” (Villano...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Dreaming Of Elko

Wishes for horses, beggars to ride Hope cinches tightly, —dreams that won’t die (Cowboy Poetry Festival-Elko Nevada: 1992)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Times Ravage Beset

The performances gone, all memory survives A spirit most willing, whose body still tries All motion much slower, directed regret Intention unwavered, —times ravage beset (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Lions Roar

Can you save it in a poem, as you free the words out loud Can you write it as a picture, softly drifting to the clouds Can you fill the lines with music, as the verse begins to score Can you leave a troubled listener, feeling better—want...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Youth

Like cement before it dries, Like a promise before it’s kept, Like words spoken, —yet unfulfilled (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Your Spirit Freed Within

Do you remember what you’ve written, can you elicit every thought Does it stay within your memory, or escape to others sought Is it linear or transcendent, on the page or in the wind Can you still retain the title, —to what your spirit fr...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Uncertainties Lair

Sneaking into the enemy camp, the guards now fast asleep Crawling past the sorrow and pain, old promises to keep Now inside the enemy camp, for one last time, alone Burrowing into uncertainties lair, —to despoil the unknown (Villanova Pe...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Your Song Has Sung

Can you write in spite of comment, can your soul withstand the pain Can you free those words hid deepest, can you shoulder all the blame Can your heart and mind together, walk arm in arm as one Can you take a breath once finished, knowi...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Eternity Has Its Say

You’re only as strong as your weakest link,” the Postman said out loud “Space creates room to get lost or expand” he shouted out so proud True wisdom appears when it chooses the time, it has always been that way It’s the ear out-of-tune t...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
One Last Dance

My heart stays in Wyoming, as Montana calls my name My spurs and bits ‘a jingling’ my soul goes north again Cody up through Beartooth Pass, Cooke City just below The Great Divide off to my left, the glaciers ringed with snow I stop to ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
No Dishonor Or Shame

A warrior lives, like he’s already dead His honor intact, his mission ahead A destiny called, by an enemy name All glory to God, —no dishonor or shame (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
To Finish Her Song

Polymath Siren, —in a flower returns new stirrings to write new melody to learn Renaissance memory, intrudes unannounced Freeing your psyche, past-future recount A Polymath harlot, all love pledged again With petals now varied,...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Eternity Waits

Wrestling in heaven, two Archangels beset An arm bar on hell, to the devils regret Scepters now grapple, as eternity waits One rule to pin down, —a reckoning at stake (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
A Light Now Shines

Allowed to grow unfettered, allowed to grow unnamed Allowed to grow beyond myself, connected once again Swept up by the wind that brought me, and free of nether mind A light now shines within my soul, —that once had come to blind (Villa...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Forgiveness For Less

I never read it, the way it was written I never wrote it, the way it should read The lines connected, were for me to be broken A lesson once ending, is where I began I spoke out of time, out of place…out of line I wrote what I saw, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Truth Renamed

We meet adversity, friend or foe One to run from, the other to know Their dress identical, intention the same Accepted—Rejected, the truth is renamed (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
If

If wishes were dreams, —eternity could sleep (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Deaths Twins

The friendly enemy, or enemy friend What matters the difference, or need to pretend Either stabbed in the front, or knifed in the back The wound just as fatal, in either attack Blood given freely, or blood taken dark Veins running em...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Lost Pen

Consumed by my writing, devoured in the verse A sacrificial empty draft, waiting for the hearse Buried just below the line, a dead unwritten verb A victim of tomorrow, —whose pen has lost its nerve (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
My Dying Rage

Forever an outsider, a key without a door Locked in your detention, its barrier secure Always on the outside, forever looking in My actions well intended, your eyes see only sin I spend my time in silence, rejection now a friend The...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Present Reclaimed

Escape in a Poem, —freedom unchained Words now alive, seven sirens renamed Brevity conquers, all urge to refrain As magic unfolds, —the present reclaimed (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Dylan Is Gone

Dying alone on foreign land, death now grips his blessed hand Never choosing time or place, but method certain, —the Angels wait An oak to fall on alien soil, all seeds to heaven thrown His words cast free to light the dark, that ‘Good ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Beyond The Nearest Star

Who speaks to you sincerely, who calls your name out loud Who plates your image clearly, and picks you from the crowd Who tends your words forespoken, as you wander near and far Who waits for you rewoken, —just beyond the nearest star (V...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Opening Poem To Book 'Short Poem'

The sharper the point, the deeper the wound The shorter the verse, —the truth at high-noon (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
To Forever Portend

Trapped in the meter, a prisoner of rhyme My spirit indicted, destroyer of time A minstrels disciple, epistle in hand The sound and the rhythm, my souls contraband New couplets my jailer, their sentences terse The key to their freed...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Where Thunder Begins

All virtue intended, but darkness conspired The moon bringing shadows, the wind bringing liars Our memories entrapped, as time’s myth reigns again From clouds that are hidden, —where thunder begins (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Its Verses Defy

Perfection and honor, concealed in the words Shame and disloyalty, rejected unheard Deep in a poem, truth’s finality hides Inhumanity cursed, —its verses defy (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
A Journey Sublime

Feeling beyond touch,” the Sorcerer said… “Knowledge beyond thought,” all memory ahead “Faith beyond healing,” its mercy divine “Love beyond giving,” —a journey sublime (Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Deception

The Lies about tomorrow, —the truth about today Deceived by joy and sorrow, —all future gone astray (Las Vegas Nevada- January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
From Heaven Bought

A prisoner of devotion, a Saint indentured pure The light now holds him captive, on knees bent to the floor His silence for a jailer, its sentence now unlocked With handcuffs loose and falling, —their key from heaven bought (Las Vegas Ne...

by kurt philip behm

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1 year ago
Freed Of Sin

Can we ever know creation, can we ever reach the source Can knowledge of its power, transcend this mortal course Can we join in transformation, as the old is new again Is there really a salvation, —where the truth is freed of sin (Villan...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Turns To Song

The words all come together, their meaning front to back Like birds of common feather, they follow the same tack Existing for each other, alone their letters gone All strength inside their union, —where quiet turns to song (Villanova Pe...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Future Spun

I took you into my arms, to ask about tomorrow But then you went and stole my heart, from dreams of yesterday Reaching deep inside my pain, you took away the sorrow All hurt now gone and future spun, —the present here to stay (Villanova P...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Eighth Gone Astray

Seven dark prodigals approached in the night, saying: “One has escaped and journeyed into the light” Seven dark prodigals with shadows now gone, longed for he who had left them, —for he who was strong Seven dark prodigals w...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Eternity's Hymn

A song yet unsung, my prayer in the wind A blessing assured, —eternity’s hymn (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
All Pieces Again Whole

Drifting off untethered, I was caught by my soul Redirected into providence, —all pieces again whole (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Defiled And Lost

I’ll create my own reality, in spite of what you say A distant voice you fear the most, —the hunter not the prey You wish for something then hope it’s true, and wait with fingers crossed To dump your emptiness upon my soul, —your heart defi...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
At Any Cost

Symptomatic folly, the tail now wags the dog Whose bark, it whimper’s drolly, all teeth removed and gone Reacting, never acting, new victims every day All courage has retracted, —the future in harms way Jailed speech unto the warden, who...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Fire Still Burns

With age in my body, but youth on the page A sword old and rusted, now tempers with rage These bones may be brittle, with feet slow to drill But fire still burns, —in my memory and will (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Power Infects

Crossing all borders, the fever befalls Power infectious, —its cure now recalled (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Through The Frost

Like a wounded dog, I can never forget As the memories grow, not fade My warning stated, “The Ice Is Thin” Where my sun turns into shade If I told you once, I told you twice “There’s a line, you’re not to cross” But your love tre...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Time Deposed

Writing verse, I dally forth The hour more stole, than loaned The prose to suffer, and stand in line With time once more, —deposed (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

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added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Its Only Cost

Here today and gone tomorrow, the worm can quickly turn A sun last set, all vision spent, —the sum of what you’ve learned The baton is passed, your race has run, the finish line now crossed With memories firm and wishes free, —your soul its...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Salvation Besought

My currency My words My fortune My thoughts My freedom My expression My salvation, —besought (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
This Present Mine To Own

The day now split drifts off unpromised, the dream remains with me Our words as jewels now treasured pawn, their tickets burning free The nights by measure mornings fled, those times you woke and lied My heart remains my own to w...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Setting It Free

Poets, Special Forces Of the literary world Rescuing confusion, And then Setting it free (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Only A Poet

Only a Poet… can change feelings into air, begetting a new feeling Only a Poet… can transform thoughts into verse, birthing a new thought Only a Poet… can define the indefinable, words meaning more than their letters allow And only ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Chrysalis

My mind now passes through, —what my heart must leave behind (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Chrysalis

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1 year ago
Fired From Your Pen

All power in the caliber, not the number or the count Its penetration deeper, when focused, not shooting about The wound well placed is mortal, a shot not heard till then But a gun’s not half as fatal, —as that thought fired from your pen...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Fruit Without The Tree

Empowering the indolent, the fox is now inside The vermin on the loose, the truth now plagued by lies The takers stalk the givers, those on the dole now scream “We want what you have worked for, —the fruit without the tree” (Villanova Pen...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Defon Zero

Nuclear Poetry, a single bomb drops To wipe out the hate, to reset the clock A megaton scream, its verse burns alive The plague of excuses, —deception and lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Mortgaged Dreams

Hand me down memories, borrowed not owned Dreams that are mortgaged, —the present on loan (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Death Becomes Me

Once I was zoetic, and words became life But now I am dead, —and death becomes me (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
One Well

There are Poets for the stage And Poets for the page The difference often subtle In your eye, and in your ear There are Poets for the stage And Poets for the page One well for them to draw from Two voices, —flowing clear (Vi...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Envy Sits Alone

Mistake in comparison,   an error in the match Your magic now rejected,   another’s work attacked The winner now the loser, the prize a vacant throne The Jester flees the castle,   —and envy sits alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
My Gift

To the ladies, my youth To my children, my love But to forever, my words As my gift, —evermore (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
This Moment Now

January 1st,   a crescent moon The past crossed over,   the future looms A New Year dawns,   as daylight breaks With wishes fresh,   new oaths to take Feeling lighter,   old burdens gone New lyrics written,   a familiar song The year to brin...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Beyond A Future Heaven Loaned

The only way to cross eternity is in a poem Distance not measured in miles or years, —epic ballads to intone The light speed meteor will chase forever the wake of verses flown Where words fly silent and words fly deep, —beyond a future ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Into The Light

Long before title,   and long before name A wish was granted, —to begin again A legacy ransomed,   escape from the night A voice breaking through, —calling into the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Convicted To Silence

Political correctness, —prison of the new millennium (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Eternity's Glow

Salvation rises, only from the depths of the unsure Its light ablaze, exposing fear while pronouncing the cure Redemption hovers, over death and its pestilence below Casting all there reborn, in the warmth of eternity’s glow ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Perfume Of Your Silence

Splashing on the fragrance of what your betrayal has left behind The perfume of your silence lingers, —in scented feelings without words (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2011)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
The Present To Bind

If you always face left, try once facing right Stuck deep in the mire, all truth beyond sight It’s the questions at hand, as answers unwind Past and future a myth, —the present to bind (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
My Last Breath

What will they say, when I’m gone What will I write, as I take my last breath What will they say, when I’m gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
With Heart Aglow

Tapping into redemptions dream, I put my smaller dream aside And reveled in its greater power, —reclaiming truth from lies So blessed in this light ablaze, than by candlelight unknown In thanks I kindle warm again, —recharged, with heart ag...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Drawers Of My Memory

Each drawer that I fill, stores something past The future spread out on the bed As each one closes, its memories sleep safe My dreams quilted, and looking ahead Thoughts layered inside, piled neatly and stacked In silence, their s...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
I Answered Back

As I lay dying there were no regrets, . . . because I answered back From all beginnings to every distant end, . . . I answered back Not waiting for any higher calling or mystery on the wind, . . . I answered back Before the questions, even af...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
The Liars Fjord

A warrior can be an artist, but can an artist go to war Can the craftsman ever breathe the fire, that tempered the blade he forged The warrior-poet, not the poet-warrior, the difference in the score All fury then his words inspire, —to br...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Heavens To Own

Some will then tell, still others describe Those feelings of bliss, those hearts that decry Each new phrase bringing life, to words once alone With a meaning immortal, —now heavens to own (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Destroying The Gift

Money, wrapping paper of disowned creation Destroying the gift, —laying claim to the box (Jamestown New York: May, 2011)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Crazy Horse Reminds

Created perfect... in your raising were you tainted From self-interest and corruption your waters darkened In the distance you were lost, unable to find your way back From depths, where your spirit lies cold and unforgiven But the i...

by Kurt Phiip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
Tomorrow's Dream

A pound of silver, will never buy an ounce of hope Its invoice blank, in memory of tomorrows dream (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Lunacy's Bliss

Checking the pulse on insanity’s wrist Its beat never constant, —as demon’s persist The pressure to rise, with each maddening twist Whose heart then to burst, —into lunacy’s bliss (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
Time Waits

Time waits… the handmaiden of love Love waits, —only upon itself (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2000)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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1 year ago
All Movement Stopped

Like children, pages   drift away adolescent,   refusing what I offer  Defiant in their questions, beyond all answers in their parting Forcing what’s left, to live trapped   in the abandoned distance   between us now All movement stopped ...

by Kurt Phiip Behm

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1 year ago
Something For Pyotr

Is anything more beautiful than a Tchaikovsky waltz The Nutcracker sublime, Swan Lake to exalt Where violins elevate, and horns renew hope Archangels in heaven, by his music elope Is anything sweeter than a Tchaikovsky refrain Wind ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
1 year ago
No Longer Served

Dinner almost over, Dessert Becomes a sweet Memory When no longer served Time … Main course of those Not famished By tomorrow, Abundantly served To those already full (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

by Kurt Phiip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Verse Zero-Sum

If language a bullet, the pen is my gun Its wound self inflicted, —the verse zero-sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Hour Late

Stepping off the edge and into the fog, —I cast my fate As time then dared all blinders off, —the hour late (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
A Dual Birth

Tears of sorrow, tears of joy Conjoin together, laughter’s toy Tears of sadness, tears of mirth Their wellspring one, —a dual birth (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
My Heart

S H E C A M E MY HEART AS RANSOM S H E L E F T (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Phiip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Circle Is Closed

As in all beginnings no matter how small, —lies implicit the end As night to follow, days promise is kept, —and the circle is closed (Annapolis Maryland: February, 2003)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
To Shout Divine

Each phrase a gift, mine to unwrap The Muse bequeaths, when spirit lacks Each word a jewel, to cut and shine Together placed, —then shout divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Walking The Line

Blood, fires from my pen like a well shot round 14 karat penetration, mighty wound of self aggression Letters, reducing armies into a special force Time dying, as mortared ink strikes the page The raw edge of battle, ...new combatants die...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Fires Burn

Can you understand beyond thinking Can you know more than your mind can learn Can you overflow without leaking Can you warm beyond the fires burn (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Calling Me By Name

The magic of the instrument travels down my fingers and onto the page Liberating my spirit, as the laughter of a child fills a room Like a corkscrew, first to pierce the miracle inside the bottle It releases my every mood with its new introdu...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Last Shot Unheard

Is a Poem one, or a thousand words The bee sting fatal, —last shot unheard (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Phiulip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Light In A Bend

The words dropped from my hand to the pen unbroken, —as light in a bend (West Philadelphia, February, 1973)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
A Mutilated Oneness

Visionary’s promise, what’s never seen Believers die invested, in lives that wait Junctions of immunity, and sweeter air A mutilated oneness, —we call the truth (West Philadelphia: January, 1973)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Together-Eternal

Together, Our hearts may start a fire, That in isolation Waits a spark Eternal, Our souls may join as one, As our spirits Light the dark (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
By Morning You Were Gone

On summer days, we played in fields, and hid from him in the cover of big trees In winter, distance forced him into silence Spring brought us the promise of fresh captivity, and the protection of a wish But in the fall, when our sheets could...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Threatening Kobold

Escaping the prose, I hid in the verse My mind to compose, instead of converse Defying description, I sang through the notes And placed my inscriptions, in lyrical rote I chose to hear music, over reasons again To dine with the mystic...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Suture Unknown

Raw and uncut, the Poet sharpened his edge The entry wound targeted, with fury bright red The first cut the deepest, and clean to the bone His wound bleeding freely, —its suture unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Tears

The shortest road to emotion, —is tears (Philadelphia Pennsylvania: March, 1977)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Rustler Of Graves

Translation, the executioner of emotion, —and rustler of graves (Chicago Illinois: Water Tower with Studs Terkel—July, 1977)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Jester On The Throne

A Prince of Life—A Prince of Death, two courts for him to flee One horse disappears under a ransomed moon, —a drawbridge now unseen Eyes close tight and turn within, all royalty disowned As the King calls once and the Queen calls twic...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
When It's Cold

I want to die in the winter, —when it’s cold With the reality of being alive, stronger, —than all fantasy of being Where branches break crisply, —like a soul in decision And the wind carrying away on its distance, —all strengt...

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2 years ago
Last Orphan Of The Truth

In the middle—the center, a bullseye did hide Its heart bleeding red, to target the lies It cried out for justice, it cried out in pain Until an arrow struck deeply, truth firmly ingrained Its point forced its power, its shaft driving...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Angelic Skies

Love freely given, no heart denied A soul in flight, —Angelic skies (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Knighthood

My thoughts are my weapons, my pen is my sword My will is my whetstone, my knighthood, —my Lord (Opening Poem to Novel 'Darkening Sun:' December, 2014)

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2 years ago
The Voice

When I was starving,   the poetry fed me When I was sick,   the verse made me well When I was homeless,   the words gave me cover When I was lost, —the voice led me home (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Freedom

Writing the words, —I set myself free (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2011)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Fall

I happen to be cast a different way Molten like igneous stone I live on the boundary, where others won’t play At the edge of the scary unknown The chess board on fire, as the Russian sage smiles With the questions the same, only m...

by Kurt P Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Time And Again

Poetry is more than words, some is written—some is heard Often long—yet sometimes short, its power shared in strong retort Questions cry—demanding verse, with feelings new, still unrehearsed Its focus like a laser aims, at souls that se...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Nuptials

Poetry... the marriage of raw emotion, —and unbridled thought (Las Vegas Boulevard: 3:15 a.m. August 3, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
A Glorious Welcome

Unto a rose, a flower so sweet Its petals like velvet, its fragrance discreet It grows through the concrete, lining many a field With a glorious welcome, —deepest feelings revealed (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
What Heaven Began

To live as an artist, but die as a man The dust forever chasing, —what heaven began (Green River, Wyoming: June, 2003)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
New Whispers

Sometimes, in the shadows of the early morning light Resting in the shade, awaiting the beginning  And hiding from the end of all that’s unpromised I watch the questions disguise themselves as often answered And tuck new wh...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
You?

I believe I know, —do you ? (Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Empty Bed

A father teaches a son everything he knows . . . Sometimes, it isn’t enough Furrows plowing, seedlings dying, a daughter screams, As young Johnny goes off to the city A step-child of his own desire Wandering the avenues and al...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Feeding My Soul

Feeding my soul, I look at barns and want inside Feeding my soul, I smile at children and touch their hands Feeding my soul, I talk to truckers and watch them cry Feeding my soul, I tip the hobos and hear the truth Feeding...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Beyond My Doubt

In youth, my writing slaved beneath my leisure To answer questions only when the pen aroused But as grayness enters now on a near horizon New feelings past my age emerge, —beyond my doubt (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 1977)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
If Not For The Poet

Where have all the Poets gone Where are all the songs unsung Where does the mystery unravel sublime Where does the majesty reach the Divine Where does tomorrow turn into today If not for the Poet, we've all lost our way (Villanov...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Twilight Reclaimed

I meet with three faces    that come in the night In dreams that preplace,   masks of darkness and light Their voices once spoken,    remain in my head Until words are then written,   pitting joy against dread These triplets were born   in a ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
New Words

The floodgates are open, the waters rush forth New words have been spoken, — their meaning on course (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Blessed To Begin

Sages and broomsticks, motherless pearls Witches that threaten, fatherless girls New curse of the ages, old grudges remain A coven of stages, to hide from the rain The mark then of Satan, the touch of the Lord The death plated sunset, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Jailer To This Dream

A prisoner of my poetry, a captive of this chair The air I breathe connects me fast, this corner now my lair I take my meals here sitting, my sleep in naps between The written and the spoken word, —both jailer to this dream (Villanova P...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Truth Commands

Yes, I’m a Poet, but I refuse to be tormented I refuse to be a victim, with my words made out of stone I refuse to bleed my heart out, on a page of blank simpatico I refuse to give you weakness, knowing strength you have disowned Y...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Only Thing

In the end, the only thing left, —is what people remember (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
To Save Today

To steal injustice, from the eyes of a child And place it beyond their sight Is to save today, when tomorrow is gone The future—blinded by fright (Children’s Hospital Of Philadelphia: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Last Verse

I never chose to live among you, and choose to die alone My thoughts in writing here beside me, —last verse my ticket home (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Tide

Live Hard Write Easy Footsteps Washing With The tide (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Mask

Do you synthesize your anger, do you cauterize the burn Do you anesthetize the wonder, when your dreams are drugged and scorned Is your judgment tempered badly, with emotion fiery hot Is your vision colored madly, by your choices—sold an...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Eternity Waiting

In the depths of the forest, a lone candle burns That light into forever, your spirit still yearns In the trees and the darkness, its promise burns bright With eternity waiting, —and just out of sight (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
New Space

It’s those desolate interludes, that create the new space For our souls to exhale, —and our dreams to escape (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Sentence Long

When words rape the feeling, any pregnancy is wrong Delivery most premature, verdict quick—sentence long (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Flashpoint

Thoughts ignite and words burn As everything considered, —turns to ash (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Reawakening

Lost, in what is still to be forgotten, —reawakening again (Crazy Horse/On The Bike: 7:40 p.m. Yellowstone, June 17th, 1991)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Centered Return

Memory of light, vision of God Centered return, —orbit of love (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
All Emptiness Gone

The hour has come, —no word left unspoken The reasons have vanished, —all emptiness gone (Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2011)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Cloak Of Forgiveness

With death on the floor, he tried to hang up his salvation But the coat hook to eternity was full The closet door to redemption, now locked from the inside The cloak of forgiveness, —for someone else to wear (Villanova Pennsylvania: Nov...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Fire Of Your Love

My eyes explode, within the beauty of your image My ears implode, within the magic of your words My mind expands, within the thought of you inside me My heart ignites, —within the fire of your love (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Answers Rebuffed

Can you own the present, while renting the past Can you steal back the truth, from the future at last Will the reasoned excuse, ever be reason enough For all questions to merge, with the answers rebuffed (Villanova Pennsylvania: Novemb...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Beyond The Self

If consciousness were to exist beyond the self What opinions might it change Can something exist outside its own space Can something be something it’s not Is time the new slave to the master it birthed Can the end be started ag...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
One Kiss

Left just one chance to gild the night One kiss, … before you leave 8th Grade Poetry Contest St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School May, 1962

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Caught By The Word

People of Reposition Men of Calm Islands of Immunity Centuries Palm Keepers of Kingdoms Regents of Sight Pilgrims of Pugilance Nomads Delight Seekers of Solitude Freedom Within Sages with Sustenance Queens on The wind Dogma...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Will The Present Forget

On which side of the authority line do you fall… The pulpit, The assembly line, The suite down the hall Who makes the decisions, do you stand—do you kneel Is it giving or receiving, do you take—do you steal How many h...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
At Your Spirits Behest

Do you demand my lies, instead of the truth Do you hem and sigh, or stammer uncouth Does the word unfiltered, get trapped in your brain Does the message uncovered, then wash down your drain Does the time spent looking, measure time we...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
When The Fates Allow

I don’t write Sonnets, or Limerick verse I don’t write Haiku, though often terse I don’t write Ballads, or Horacian Odes I don’t write Parables, to self-implode But I do write in Rhythm, and often in Rhyme With meaning that’s buried...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Borrow & Steal

Borrow from a liar, —but steal from the truth (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Only A Dream

She stole your heart without asking, —leaving only a dream to chase (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Asked—Unanswered

Poetry should never answer, —more questions than it asks (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
What My Heart Denies

Living without the need for either love or hate And immune to the emptiness of which so many talk I marvel at the effects they both instill and extract As my mind understands in concept, —what my heart denies (Villanova Pennsylvania: Novem...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Falling Leaves

Falling leaves mark the beginning of natures fast . . . Winter is coming Hear her Icy bell blowing distance through your memory, as trees half naked spot the ground with clearer vision “Oh alas, the winds ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Darkness And Light

Like a Buddhist mantra, its chord transcends worry and strife In the song of Gautama, souls flee the delusions of life Its highest form, charming saints and sinners alike Beyond distraction and pain, —playing through both darkness and li...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
To Create With Your Heart

Are you technically perfect, but spiritually weak Are your words so well crafted, your soul cannot speak Are your rhythms in cadence, and your endings in rhyme Are you stuck in a format, that kills the sublime Do your stanzas all end, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Three Levels Of Accomplishment

s T R U G G L E ARRIVAL D E C L I N E (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Catalysts Of The Soul

Memories, diecast in their emotion, —catalysts of the soul (High Point North Carolina: October, 1977)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
My Spirit Zero-Sum

Am I the Poet that I used to be, or the Poet of tomorrow Am I the Poet of this present moment, to own or then to borrow Am I the Poet that I used to be, or the one I will become Are my words fresh made or from seasons past, —my spirit zer...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
To Whom You Pray

I reject all your religion, in favor of myself Those spewing virtues dogma, often kill, with little felt I reject your revelation, with the truth inside my heart I surrender your salvation, from your guilt I live apart I challenge your...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Bringing My Shadow Home

Sometimes, when sitting alone, I feel your lightness come upon me Watching my shadow run toward the brightness of your smile And like a child, lost again for the first time I am carried away in your moment, —as you bring my shadow home (Stra...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Daylight

The older you get, the lighter your shadow becomes Daylight, constantly giving birth to new—and ever increasing promise ( Valley Forge Pennsylvania: September, 1976) From 'An Anthology Of Perception' Vol. #1

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Trap

When your mind is free How can you trap it with alternatives (Strafford Pennsylvania: September, 1976)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Innocence Bleeding

Love destroys what sex begins, as playgrounds and schoolyards hide the true nature of the King Innocence bleeding, within the deep warm incision of a preternatural beginning (West Philadelphia: October, 1972) 'From An Anthology Of Percepti...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Cook May Go Home

The last of the bread bakes silently in the oven, as feelings stir warmly inside my heart The smell and the aroma, an invitation to greatness, as the temperature rises—announcing I’m done Loaves cook in the silence of a sweeter deliverance, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Duplicity

The duplicity of solitude, — thinker and thought The lies we tell ourselves, hoping never to get caught In darkness, living behind walls that conceal Our thoughts from our feelings, —masquerading as real (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Trail Boss Turns 60

The Camp Cooky’s singin again outa tune, about turnin 60 today around noon "What good is there in it?" I hear him say, and it got me to thinkin . . . seein it was his birthday It seems bein 60’s got two spins to that tale, one frittered an...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
To Ignite And Amaze

Can you purchase tomorrow, with yesterday’s wage Can you eliminate sorrow, still carrying your rage Can you call out the answer, with the question at bay Can you set a reminder, while forgetting your way Can this moment unchosen, be ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Do You

Do you have the key that will unlock a new door Do you have the words that will heal an old wound Do you have the eyes that can share in the tears Do you have a heart, —not yet wrenched from your soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2013)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Emperor Walks Naked

The Emperor walks naked, with eyes all alone To his subjects he panders, his pride for a throne His strut his true signature, exposure supreme Your opinion of no matter, —as he colors you green (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
New Blood

My Poem still an open wound, unstitched by edits snare Running free on a salted page, —new blood for all to share (James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Love Takes A Bow

I look at the money, asking what’s it all mean From the toys to the honey, and the years in between I look at the statements, as my love takes a bow Thanking God my abatement, although late—came about (Villanova Pennsylvania: November,...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Values Time Withstood

The logic in morality, lay hidden in the math The danger in neutrality, an unwillingness to act The numbers tell the story, as no Poet ever could Their truth the final glory, —in those values time withstood (Villanova Pennsylvania: Novem...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Salvations Regret

Forgetting to remember, remembering to forget Old choices escape us, new decisions unmet Forgetting to remember, remembering to forget The path to the altar, salvations regret (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Then And Now

My deal with the future, —my debt to the present My deal with the present, —my debt from the past (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Unbaptized Inside Us

Without religion, where would we hide What would be our reason, could souls justify What would excuse the killing, cleaning deaths stain away What would forgive tomorrow, for the sins of today Without preaching dogmatic, what weight...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
First Light To Keep

The first cut sharp and burning red, don’t edit away its fire Keep the wound both fresh and raw, never cauterize your ire The horizon breaks just once each day, a new dawn—cold hearts aspire Rays burning deep, first light to keep, —its a...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
No Longer Store Bought

Professional Poet, I cringe at the term A lonely consensus, so much to learn Days writing couplets, nights dreamed in verse Feelings when gifted, not mine to rehearse Professional Poet, to run and then hide Resisting the accolade, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Silence Unheard

Unchained from the structure, enslaved by the words My voice to the wind, —freeing silence unheard (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Alone, In Search Of You

I see the world in shades of gray, where has the color gone My faith erodes with each new day, a weakness growing strong I sense a feeling deep within, it spreads and reaches near And tighten my coat against the wind, a buttress to this...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The 5th Season

Can memory destroy vision, if the tables turn Can time surpass insight, as its distance churns Can faith supplant reason, from its place on high Can love be the fifth season, —and our final goodbye (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Even When

Half the time, you don’t know where you are, —even when you’re there (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
My Mind Now To Dance

Not always understanding, I write the words Lost in comprehension, until wonder returns Each line now a vestibule, each sentence a chance Each metaphor a new song, —my mind now to dance (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Its Magic Exposed

Seven years of perfection, the memories still deep in my heart A constant beginning, one vow that we never would part With time and the seasons, and those reasons that neither of us chose We fell dead like a mystery, unraveled, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Wind

When emptiness replaces memory The wind, —forever ceases to blow (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
False Hope Again

Before you fall, you’ve got to stand Your voice once stalled, no reprimand The paradigm floats, on swamps that drain Where praise cries out, false hope again (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
All Wonder Returned

Writing for the ages, —not for the agent Answers became questions, —all wonder returned (James River Writer’s Conference Richmond Virginia: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
One More Tomorrow

You bought one more tomorrow, from my borrowed yesterdays My voice to sing with Angels, your love the music plays You bought one more tomorrow, from my darkened yesterdays Replacing grief and sorrow, —with a torch that lights my way (Vi...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Just Because

The most important things don’t need a reason, —just because The falling leaves beyond their season, —just because The sun trades the night to the rising moon, —just because The lateness that brings one last final goodbye, —just because (Villa...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Free Of Its Stain

There’s a hope that exists beyond reason, like the refrain of a well written song There’s a tragedy entrapped in each season, where right is still captive of wrong There’s an Angel waiting to take you to heaven, across that river of torrent...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
No Place To Hide

I harbor a mean spirit but not in my soul He roams through my consciousness as havoc and pain Trying to break through to that place where he’s banned Trying to break through to where my innocence lives Again and again he forces his will But it...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Turning Me Back Around

My pen would be dry if the world were the only cry for more But Laura’s voice from within, asserts with a solemn command Kindling my eternal fire—stoking the questioning cord Burning away the doubt, —and turning me back around (Villanov...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Don't Look Back

When staring death in the face, do not look back over your shoulder” (From My New Novel: ‘Death From The Sky’)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
All Kindled Lies Afire

Is the artist in me a liar, or the one who walks outside Are my words and deeds in conflict, which to breathe and which to hide Would King Solomon have an answer, to this split I often feel Would salvation hold my name in check, as toda...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
I Hate

I hate the ‘Body Politic’ Whose wave blasphemes and grows I battle to swim against its tide Or be abandoned in the flow I hate the way it stunts my voice 'Old Dominions' chosen side I hate the fact—it’s hate I feel With the truth a captiv...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Literate Quicksand

Did you edit away the fire, in your attempt to be correct Do your words make you a liar, as they break and disconnect Is that order you chased after, now deserted no-mans land With your mind and spirit sinking, —in a literate quicksand (V...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
For All To Share

The Question I Posed …. If your Poem is still an open wound And you stitch it tight with editing How… will it ever bleed free? (James River Writer’s Conference: October, 2016) The Actual Poem …. For All To Share My Poem ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
My Wait Begins Again

I turn my collar up against the wind and place my eyes along the skyline Hoping in the darkness for some sign of you a colder truth I’ve never known I pull my jacket tight across my chest and watch the waves crash upon your shadow Knowing...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Living On The Surface

Living on the surface, dinner’s always served at eight Living on the surface, pride forever casts your fate Living on the surface, things always seem just fine Living on the surface, plays an endless pantomime Living on the surface, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
This Message I Send

Time may be short, but the memories are long Of a life I now celebrate, in poetry and song My body though challenged, my eyesight forlorn Those promises I kept, the blanket that warms The sun may be setting, with leaves turning brown...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Lazy Susan Blues

Round and round, went the memories of pain As the joy slid off, in an unending refrain Round and round, the promises spun And one by one, into lies they’ve become Round and round my heart was passed by Your eyes looking distant, mi...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Wind Whispers Forever

If you live your life fully, death approaches as a friend If you’ve risked it all, holding nothing back, his greeting will not offend If you exceeded your limitations, you are finally no longer constrained If you’ve given back more than ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Fires Glow

Celestial things massacre time with their importance Like Carlos Santana playing ‘Black Magic Woman’ Earthly things embody the moment within their transformation The caterpillar—the butterfly, the wood before the fires glow (Villanova...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Symbiotic Abound

Poetry in its essence, —renders itself obsolete Transporting the reader, beyond words though profound Casting off its burden of expressive supplication Pure thought and pure feeling, —symbiotic abound (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
All Faith Now Within

My reservation made My ticket punched My racket strung My hole card trumps My lead dog ready My rudder long My hope restructured My spirit strong My story ending My fable begins My memories endowed All faith Now within (Villanova Pennsylvania: Oc...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
No, No — YES

No Conflict No Contest —Nirvana (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
A Sweetness

A sweetness comes with age, like fruit that’s overripe A Poet then a Sage, on this journey into night A wish distilled from all regret, its seeds to be re-sewn A sweetness comes with age, that buried youth could never know (Villanova P...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
With Time

With time, the beginning gets close to the end With time, I no longer need to pretend With time, the feelings now stand on their own With time, the reasons are best left alone With time, the music alone mine to play With time, th...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
His Voice Again To Call

The Crucifixion self-endowed, by the greatest of all men His death then chosen, not denied, his message not forsaken His torment was a sacrifice, an offering to all Our souls to rise through bread and wine, his voice again to call (Vil...

by Kurt Phiulip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Each Stroke Of The Hand

Giving birth to new feelings, life to the unborn Eternity now swaddled, cradled and warm A labored delivery, nibbed forceps demand Prying out a new meaning, each stroke of the hand (Plane To Las Vegas: July, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
One Day Beyond Mourning

One day beyond mourning, a new sun to shine a promise remade, not a cloud in the sky One day beyond mourning, your spirit still warm your flesh now at rest, on the hill past the barn One day beyond mourning, the bed sheets unfold your shadow u...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Salvation Divine

This poem to be read at the end of my life When I bid you adieu from the joy and the strife A verse filled with hope and with love from within To carry inside, my song on the wind I’ll try not to preach, as others have done But ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
A Joy / A Curse

Loving one woman… a joy unto heaven Loving two women… a curse upon the soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Sleep Well My Love, Goodbye

At the far end of the casket, his girlfriend hugged his wife And told her she was sorry, that she had tried to steal her life Their tears then ran in unison, for one who loved them both The years they shared now testament, to a choice h...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Treasure The Silence

Let the thoughts simmer, let the words breathe Excesses slimmer, passions reprieve Leave the ink arid, keep the page clear Treasure the silence, —that only you hear (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Wishes Still To Pray

Are they waiting for me patient, as I’m caught up in the game Are they counting down the moments, till I breathe my last refrain Do they wonder why I dawdle, with an opening so wide Do excuses stoop to waddle, as my tardiness contrives...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
First Poem

Release your mind from the drought of expedience And harvest in the crops of your insanity (Philadelphia, Woodand Ave: September 1972) Note: This is the first serious poem that I wrote as a struggling graduate student living i...

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The Thread

Is there a thread that binds and ties, an artist to his art Is it thin or thickly woven, does it hold or come apart Is it there to free or wear one down, with the memory of its form Does its very nature reattach, when in fury it is torn...

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2 years ago
The Future Writhes

Once truth is judged delusion, we choose the lesser of two lies Abandoning that voice unheard, —stillborn, a baby cries The ideal in dark remission, all hope now cast in flames Making bargains with the Devil, —as the future writhes in pai...

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On My Own Terms

On my own terms, I lived my life Giving and taking, both day and night On my own terms, I lived my life Some then mistaken, some often right On my own terms, I lived my life Last right of refusal, the one holding tight On my own ter...

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2 years ago
To Live Or To Die

Every thought, a link in the chain Every feeling, joy battling pain Every moment, a dream set to fly Every decision, —to live or to die (Car From New Hampshire: September, 2016)

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2 years ago
The Night

The night I gave in to reckless abandon Was the night I embraced, —what I’d never understand (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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2 years ago
A Fait Accompli

Full contact Poetry The ultimate fight Death match supreme The truth within sight Pulling no punches The ink bleeding free The wound beyond mortal A Fait Accompli (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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2 years ago
Your Soul's Release

Can a phrase rule over a paragraph Can the right word stand alone Can a thought be held within one breath Can the truth in short be known Can you single out the future Can you paraphrase the past Can you connect a feeling to ju...

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2 years ago
Only One Past

There are many futures, —but only one past (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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2 years ago
A Wish Now On Loan

Making love to your memory, I watched her walk past Blonde, eighteen and tan, and this decade my last A memory comes back, as new feelings release Of a field in September, when our hearts were at peace And I thought of you fondly, a...

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2 years ago
Another's Wasted Dream

Delay success for as long As you can Living up to an image Will only cloud your vision Stealing what you can least Afford to lose Dragging you into the illusion And myth You have spent a lifetime Railing against Dragging you into the Vicarious t...

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2 years ago
Turning Darkness To Light

With a new honesty, I began to write As the fog was cleared, liberating my sight From lies and confusion, the wrongs became right My days now lengthened, —turning darkness to light (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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2 years ago
Deaths Quota Flying High

The flowers all have scattered, borrowed feelings shout aloud Mock funeral of celebration, grief false beneath their shrouds The mourning congregation, to the tavern marched in step A ruse to the departed, with each toast his memory wep...

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2 years ago
What's In Front

Is it Crosby, Stills, or Eagles for you, Republican or Democrat to vote Is it Chinese takeout or Italian bistro, or the prose or poetry you wrote Is it bland or spicy, thick or thin, as you struggle yet to choose Is it yes or nor, or God ...

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2 years ago
Within The Moment

Write it big Write it strong Write it eternal, …a poets song Make your words clear Make right from wrong The message short, …the meaning long This time only lent The whispers uncloud The opening prescient, …reasons abound Write it forever Write...

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2 years ago
Imperfectly To Song

Like me, my Poetry is far from perfect, —a verbal oxen gored Like me, my words are often frail and broken, —still crying to be heard In me, the message has found its student, —to very humbly expound In me, the truth can accept a birth...

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2 years ago
In The Wine

I offered up my truest and best love for you Leaving wishes on the altar for everyone else A first and last supper combined into one Judas getting fat from a promise denied Starved within the memory of a feast une...

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2 years ago
Never A Question

How open is your window, how tall is your door How wide is your pool, how slippery is your floor How fresh is your perception, how broad is your scope How clear is your reflection, how real is your hope How solid are your friendships, ...

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2 years ago
Nt For Loan

Stolen from eternity, the feelings would not lend themselves—to words (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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2 years ago
My Emptiness Whole

Late into the night, the characters become real And the words that I’ve written cement and congeal Late into the night, they take over my soul My reality transformed, —my emptiness whole (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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2 years ago
To Transverse

The only time I am truly honest, —is in verse The only time I clearly hear his voice, —is in rhyme The only time my salvation appears, —to transverse The only time my heart really bleeds, —so sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
The Choice

Fame is Contingent On One of two Possibilities Complete Rebellion Or Absolute Capitulation (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
The Title

The Poetry Of Friends The Music Of Love The Beginning Of The End Death From Above The Unwritten Word Wuthering Heights All Truth Now Unheard A Thief In The Night Advise And Consent A Darkening Sun An Anthology Of Perception All Tr...

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2 years ago
Separation Profound

Quantifying Art, quality by the pound Feelings like hair part, —separation profound (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)

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2 years ago
To Light The Spoken Air

Thoughts inflame as feelings stir Words simmering yet to boil Unspoken sparks drift through the night A pyre still to burn Delphian in its natural form The smoke a treacherous friend Ink rekindles and lies cremate The mind, its woods on fire ...

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2 years ago
Different Masks

Yesterday and tomorrow The same impostor, —wearing different masks (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
One Word Of Hope

I’d rather write the truest book for just one man to read Than draft that one of mass appeal, —to blush but never bleed I’d rather speak that one great line to a canyon vast and wide Than forever to recite mundane what an audience will co...

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2 years ago
To Bind Us Evermore

A Rhyme to end Each chosen line Conjoined to those Before Each couplet Like a stair step Each stanza Something more The sound that’s made Betrothes at once All foreign and Obscure The glue within Our spoken word To bind us Evermore (Villanova ...

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2 years ago
Love's Reprieve

Inspiring you to write your own, my words fell silent your heart to roam Creating space for thoughts to breathe, new feelings await my loves reprieve (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
In Song

With prose, I saw only with two eyes and wrote with either hand With poetry, my eyes and hands were abandoned leaving only my heart While in the distance played a lyric, freeing what my written words could never unchain And in that instant when...

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2 years ago
To Love No More

I carried you into my heart But one arm was missing As single wing and one handed I pulled you inside All the while, you pointing at My lost absent limb You told me you’d love me If I could find that one missing part The part that would then Make...

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2 years ago
The Key

Poets… spiritual escape artists in a shackled and mundane world (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
Flashpoint

Thoughts ignite And words burn As everything considered, —turns to fire (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
Incantation

Birth—Coronation Belief—Creation Pain— Debilitation Sin—Damnation Joy—Association Despair—Isolation Praise—Adulation Time—Anticipation Truth—Revelation Faith—Salvation Death—Divination Life—Reincarnation (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Silence Unclaimed

Dropping like a bomb, always missing its mark Your echo explodes, a sound hollow and dark Answers unquestioned, all bombast enflamed Smoke drifting abandoned, —its silence unclaimed (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
Those Words Evermore

Tell me you love me, tell me you’re sure Tell me again, tell me once more Say it resplendent, one breath to endure Say one last time, those words evermore (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
It's Harder

It’s harder to lie in verse or a poem, than it is with dialog or prose It’s harder to bend the truth over a feeling, than around what you or someone else knows It’s harder to feign an eruption of light, or the isolation of being alone in th...

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2 years ago
A = C

The Poetry of Philosophy, The Philosophy of Truth, A equals C, —‘Carmina Veritatis’ (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
No Ink From Within

You tell me… the structure gives strength to your writing I tell you… it's nothing but crutches in waiting You tell me… the order brings beginning and end I tell you… the sequence does feign and pretend You tell me… the form—t...

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2 years ago
God's Tracks

You can listen with hope, or listen in pain But listen you shall, as my words will explain "You were left in a tree trunk, neither hollow nor full With a decision impending, a test of your will Your words will define, what you prais...

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2 years ago
New Verse Begins

The layman will ask… always questioning what The poet observes… always adding a why The universe inhales within the difference And with each ensuing breath, —new verse begins (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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2 years ago
With Terminal Power

With age, My sword Is deeply scarred But its edge Now twice as sharp With age, My words Are penned in blood But their meaning Takes to heart With age, I embrace what Truth reveals And step toward My final hour With age, My light burns Throu...

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2 years ago
Unfullfilled

Youth, Like cement before it dries, Like a promise before it’s kept, Like words spoken, —yet unfulfilled (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2013)

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2 years ago
A Headstone Forever Blank

He died that night In a cheap motel In Maryville Tennessee $35.00 Karma mixed with The smell of curry Coming from the front office No one would ever understand Why he chose to die here Especially those few Who claimed to know him well The gravel p...

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2 years ago
Reward & Punishment

The great reward of my life, —being a writer The great punishment of my life, —living within those words (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2013)

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2 years ago
To Carry Me Home

In the middle of the storm you were a beacon, calling me onward A lighthouse reaching out into the fog, giving me hope When seas were rough and days long, you kept my tiller straight Setting my course anew toward a promised harbor, ju...

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2 years ago
Laura's Captive

Fifty years a poet Seventy years a man My spirit held in ransom Laura’s captive once again Fifty years a poet Seventy years a boy The written word a treasured gift My soul’s most precious toy (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Yet To Plow

Don’t wait for that perfect poem to appear It lives in the seeds of your imperfection Waiting for new furrows of wonder and strife To flower in soil you have yet to plow (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Chanting The Melody

As the music inflates, like a David Bowie video My voice is set free for the words to follow Floating above the unwritten verse, —like steam escaping And drifting free as the pressure expands It cries out the release of a lyric un...

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2 years ago
And Darkness All I See

What’s left of my remembrance, now all that stokes the fire What embered in the springtime, the winter does conspire To douse not once but then again, that spark which set me free My wood all burnt with forest bare, —and darkness all I se...

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2 years ago
Waiting For Me To Reach Again

Carrying your heart inside my pocket, I travelled the world And reached for you, when my fate turned inside out You never complained as I forgot to thank you, time after time Staying curled up and quiet, waiting for me to reach again (...

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2 years ago
Until The Melt Begins

The snow fell, freezing my hope to the branches, —waiting for spring The snow fell, dropping its cold reminder, —onto feelings bare The snow fell, through its grayish white shadow, —an untrodden dawn The snow fell, leaving me buried inside this...

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2 years ago
The Tears Of A Warrior

The tears of a warrior Blood from above His fury unleashed In a most perfect love Though few understand it Living for others alone To die then immortal And be welcomed back home (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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2 years ago
The Only Time

The only time we live the myth, —is when swallowing the lie The only time we live as equals, —is in death (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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2 years ago
Song From The Mountaintop

(From My Novel 'Searching For Crazy Horse': Published 2011) Song From The Mountaintop Columbia Falls, Montana- September, 2003 The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak bear tracks visible in the spring thawing snow Sunlight...

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2 years ago
Tasunka-Witko

(From 'Searching For Crazy Hose' Published in 2011) Crazy Horse's final words to me as our search ended.... “My son, you can search, but without your vision it’s hopeless Its message I saw before you so very long ago You have now searche...

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2 years ago
Awareness' Path

Present past and present future Holy Trinity of the here and now Three words that bind all known creation Defining when but never how This very instant the past calls forward Light speed orphaned on awareness’ path Where all thr...

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2 years ago
Language Denied

Partisan dreamer audience of one Killer of grammar words on the run Paragraphs frozen the undotted ‘I’ The meaning now freed all language denied (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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2 years ago
Exploding Epiphany

The magic of the perpetual and everlasting moment Defining my existence, —no beginning and no end Exploding its epiphany into this and every instant The brightness of its light shining on all that becomes (Grand Canyon: 5:30 am, Pag...

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2 years ago
The Deafening

Oftentimes, what doesn’t get said, —makes the loudest noise (Grantham New Hampshire: January, 2013)

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2 years ago
A Certain Death

Political Correctness… handcuffs that restrain until the executioner arrives (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Gravitas Without Veritas

I- Insight without intuition N-Never to understand T-Trapping what can’t be caught E-Endgame to confound R-Riddle we play with ourselves E-Earnestly said nothingness S-Spoken in bewilderment T-Time and again I-In our ongoing confusion N-Never capt...

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2 years ago
Future & Past

There are no other words that better describe… So I rethought the terms ‘future’ and ‘past’ Bringing them into my perpetual present To feast, —instead of fast (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
To Capture And Know

Trapping that one line, the truth to follow Couplets misleading, away from the bait Seasoned with hope, the first cut the deepest One maxim, one line, to capture and know (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Deceptively Bright

Prepackaged compliment, our badge of delight Symbol and emblem, —deceptively bright A pandered acknowledgement, —slap on the back Others controlling, the acceptance we lack (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
A Momentary Denial

Is your courage abandoned in the cold and lost From a temporary crisis, —an unplanned confrontation Does it wait for reassurance as you run and hide From a seconds indecision, —a momentary denial (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Through The Doorway I Was Shown

Locked inside my indecision, death opened up the door And let me look inside my fear, which I hated and abhorred The view not half as frightening, as the stories others lied And its arms extended toward me, standing frozen—heart denied ...

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2 years ago
World War 1

The rain stopped the sun was gone Mercy was in short supply Smoke hung over the battlefield A bugler in the mud with his cry Bodies were being carted off New songs were written to the dead Just another day in World War 1 ...

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2 years ago
Children

Are your children the frame, —that your love is pictured within (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Mount Rushmore Afternoon

Editing Poetry… which face comes off the mountain? (Keystone South Dakota: August, 2013)

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2 years ago
Now As Then

It’s all been different It’s all been the same It’s all been anonymous It’s all had a name It all had a beginning It all has an end Its truth lost in winning Its game of pretend And we search for the answer And we question profane And we blame...

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2 years ago
Aloneliness

Aloneliness, thickening fog haze to look out of safe in your bog Aloneliness, creating the space for Laura to fill her words to efface Aloneliness, time and again taking me places love’s never been Aloneliness, message so clear th...

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2 years ago
Scars Of Experience

How do you teach Poetics, can experience be forged Maybe Emily will share her secret, what did she explore How can you convert a feeling, into words beyond the main How do they become a Poem, —without scars to mask the pain (Villanov...

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2 years ago
All Time Is Now

Release the hasp Pull back the mask The key has turned Your face to learn Unlatch the lid Reach down amid What’s hidden deep —your secret sleeps Confront the lie The souls new stye Wash clean the pain With loves refrain Commit your faith In God...

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2 years ago
New Memories Rehearse

Deeply hidden within thoughts that linger A centuries old message to know and then feel Remembrance crying out from the darkness approaching In a voice so familiar—our fortune to steal It calls to us silent as it waits for an answ...

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2 years ago
Ode To The Husky Clipper

At 12:00 High-Noon The train left New York For the Coast Inside, Echoed A warning From a shell High dry And remote In the boxcar …. “I’ll be back In the spring For rebuttal When the lead You have now Is worn thin “I’ll be back for one run ...

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2 years ago
The Subsequent Dawn

Bugles Calling horses Some missing riders The enemy dead beyond A five hour victory march In the morning the burials commence The following day all men to rest And with the subsequent dawn—to start again (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Whose Blood

Is the right proprietary? Is arrogance ordained? Who gets to decide? Who gets the acclaim? The writer of the lyric? The critic who disdains? Who gets to call it Poetry? Whose blood has left a stain? (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
His Riches Claimed

His Riches Claimed A fool A rich father A poor boy A dream The theater Of experience One whines The other screams The reckoning Once predicted Is here The world in flames The fool Just canon fodder The boy, —his riches claimed (Villanova Pennsyl...

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2 years ago
Dark Genius

A common man with bad intent, can damage and do harm But a genius with an evil heart, —makes hell-fire seem lukewarm (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Will We Ever Learn

Liberals with a credit card Debts they’ll never pay Mortgaging our future The present now ‘in play’ Conservatives with a checkbook The balance no concern Hope now bouncing downward, —when will we ever learn (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Into The Night

Into the forest Out of the trees Over the hill Quixotic trapeze Through the valley Crossing the lake Into the meadow Time overtakes A messenger calls The cave now in sight Daylight behind us, —into the night (Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)

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Now Mine To Keep

My first breath every morning, a thank-you to the Lord My heart beats then in tribute, single note in heaven’s chord My last breath every evening, as I close my eyes to sleep To thank him softly once again, —his grace now mine to keep ...

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2 years ago
Would I Trade The Words

Would I trade the words… would I trade for a song Would I trade the words… for a life ever long Would I trade the words… for a pulpit on high Would I trade the words… for the moon and the sky Would I trade the words… for immortality i...

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2 years ago
The Gift

The great gift of intelligence, —the gift of language The great gift of language, —the gift of verse. (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Catching All

The tide of redemption, —catches all in its wake (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Gone Astray

She promised me tomorrow, stealing all my yesterdays A future blackened with her lies, —the present gone astray (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
In The Darkness And Alone

If I could go back and write, in all the places that I lived I wonder if I left memories there, or stories that I hid If I could travel back in time, one question to atone Is part of me still orphaned there, —in darkness and alone (Vill...

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2 years ago
The Only Winner

The only winner in a war of attrition, —is loss (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Thunder—Never Rain

Logic will never explain the Spirit, its reasoning is vain Metaphysics not transcendence, all thunder—never rain Ontology dismissing love, a life of death and pain Lusting for what we’ll never have, —hating what we can’t explain (Villano...

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Perfection Born

I wrote so many in hope of one A lyrical surfer his wave to come One verse to ride, the search complete And all eternity within my reach As the quiet ended, in a thunderous roar The wait was over, its message sure All judgment pa...

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2 years ago
Heaven And Hell

Do your words sharpen, as your feelings dull Do your actions harken, what’s still to know Do your wheels spin faster as you sink in place Does the meaning retreat, as you blindly chase Do your moments forecast, or serve to remind Do...

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2 years ago
4-Poster Rhyme

Another bed turned down, I sleep between its lines Dreaming of an empty space, wishing in 4-poster rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Our Blood Will Drain

Three dead cops… our thoughts and prayers Will we ever learn, what will make us care The end will not come, as false prophecy ordains In political correctness, our blood will drain (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
No Words Left

Where is that voice crying out from the din Where is the blood you spilled from within Where is that Siren who once called your name Where is the fortune promised by fame Where is the lyric you sang to yourself Where is that demon u...

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2 years ago
The Last Hospice

Once the words are written down, —you will never die alone (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
101-401

Poetry 101: ‘Write what you know, write what you feel’ Poetry 401: ‘Write what you know, write what you feel’ (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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A Present Now Unfelt

Twas once a time you stole my heart, then Laura stole it back Through all those years our hearts on fire, she waited and she sat She hoped one day our lives would part, to never meet, as then… Her voice so soft cried through the night, ...

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Albert's Shadow

In his science he wrestled With my verse just the same As his numbers refigured The words I renamed Two roads to one place Distant windows one light Time still to confound Albert’s shadow so bright (Villanova Pennsylvania: ...

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2 years ago
Once The Future Is Gone

Will eternity have a Yin and a Yang Will the forces that govern applaud and harangue Will the blessings have value if darkness moves on Will it all even matter —once the future is gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
The First Cut

Do you change the meaning in favor of form Do you add a new comma because it’s the norm Do you shorten the sentence because it’s advised Do you scour the pages re-dotting your I’s Do you read and reread again to address What sure of...

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2 years ago
The Choking Of Angels

Night erupts… The maddening glow Of a closing minute Of a final hour Shines pale Against the frozen concrete As the drumbeat starts And the chanting starts My last broken link Forever lost—Forever lost Salvation, The calling card Of a new Abyss M...

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2 years ago
Two Wings

I’m a two-winged poet not just single-wing And would never clip one to fly into this wind As one wing goes up the other comes down Until both work together when flying most proud The zero-sum landing with talons so tight Only shor...

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2 years ago
When Faith Elopes

What are words if not remembered What are feelings never spent What is time if not then fleeting What is love not heaven sent What are gifts beneath the wrapping What are wishes beyond all hope What are words if not remembered ...

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2 years ago
Unbroken Rhyme

Winter, buried feelings —frozen in time Spring, buried promises —soon to be mine Summer, unburied love —all days then sublime Fall, buried alive —in unbroken rhyme (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
Mirrored And Staged

Is it novel, or the persona of writing a book Is it accomplishment, or the ability to brag and to strut Is it knowledge, or the prestige of having a degree Is it passion, or a fire blown out in the breeze Is it devotion, or th...

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2 years ago
Words

Do your words inspire, or serve to explain Do your actions aspire, or fail then again Does your love encircle, and endear you to all Do you look up and smile, —at the thought of it all (Train To Dartmouth / New Hampshire: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
By Half

The mold has broken, our future uncast The best of remembrance, severed in half (Train From Grantham: July, 2016)

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2 years ago
One Heart

Two hearts met as children, and from both we would hide To now share the loneliness, of one final goodbye (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Poet

Prince without a lineage King without a throne Master without servants Lover of that unknown Hearer of what’s unspoken Seer of things divine Lord among the jesters Voice for all the mimes Reason when excuses falter Questioner when answers fail...

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Avatar Queen

Avatar Queen The mask or the screen What’s never to know What’s never to see Avatar Queen Your name to mislead One more cryptic posting That always deceives Avatar Queen Both petty and preened The bees in your bonnet Its stinger unclean Avatar ...

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Silence

Keep your words close, —but the silence closer (Grantham New Hampshire: July, 2016)

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A Heart Now Taken

I never wanted to own the words, but only rent them I never wanted to stay too long, just not leave early I never wanted to hear the answer, and keep the question I never wanted to give my name, —a heart now taken (Train To Dartmouth: July,7: ...

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The Seasons Uncouple

There’s comfort in knowing, things come and they go The wind brings a newness, whether lilac or snow There’s joy in all laughter, freely accrued Music in words, spoken only by you A place to be born, a moment to die An ending begin...

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Charge Boldly Charge

Charge boldly charge No quarter asked From the valley They stormed An enemy Struck As blood A sideways rain Blinding those Left afoot With horses Shot A hill to be Taken No more reason Than that Dead Captain Face down His riderless Mount Chasing...

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The Swan

The ending recaptures, what my beginning set free A swan in pure flight, —wings open and free (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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An Irish Poet

Irish Poet by choice, the teachers did fail Because of my voice, not to their unavail The structures they hammered, the forms they imposed All lost to my whimsy, —myself I then chose (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Zero Funds To Withdraw

Just a broken poet, at an ATM His stomach cries out, words hunger within The nights are the longest, cold darkens and chills Fresh words on account, new credit instills Pushing buttons while bent, … with hope standing tall An answer comes bac...

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The Wings Of An Angel

God is a poet, his blessings in rhyme Salvation unmetered, inspiration divine His voice calls us inward, temptation now gone Where the wings of an Angel, carry words into song (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Love Waits

Time waits… the handmaiden of love Love waits, —only upon itself (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Casting Shame

By darkness I trolled, in my oft-shedding skin Hidden alleys I roamed, for new victims at whim But at last I must face the deception I’ve wrought And relive every memory, that festers and rots As the truth in rebellion, turns its anger within ...

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Your Swinging Door

I answered with love, you questioned with anger and pain I then held you close, but your eyes failed me again I told you truly, as our wishes dropped to the floor Then you asked again, and my heart, —your swinging door (Villanova Pennsylvania:...

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Betrayal

Those who betray their dreams, —are forever old (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2000)

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Captive Of Love

What the heart holds captive, —the mind will never free (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Only For Show

I’m a Type A Poet, literarily incorrect And in the company of fools, my pen goes for their neck They sing to the choir, while we cry and spill blood Their trash in the fire, their lies in the mud The things that we struggle with, jus...

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A New Dawn

The meter—the castle, the rhyme in the moat The battlements weary, all meaning afloat The knights at the ready, swords sharpened and drawn Each piercing a sonnet, —each flag a new dawn (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Dances Freely

All of our passions, border on sin The reasoning gray, —the line often thin All of our joy, dances freely between That Angel above us, —and a Devil unseen (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Its Daydream Adored

The real is the nursery, where fantasy begins The clay the permission, for the sculptor to sin The keyboard, the staircase, to a heavenly score The day not forsaken, but its daydream—adored (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Seasons Uncouple

There’s comfort in knowing, things come and they go As the wind brings a newness, whether lilac or snow There’s joy in all laughter, given freely and new And music in the words, chosen only by you There’s a time to be born, and a ti...

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Last Drop

Should the tree be cut down, for missing a branch Should the wounded be chastised, for taking a chance Should a man be accountable, for what he is not Should the cup almost empty, —forsake its last drop (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Original Sin

A battalion of feeling, a dead soldiers thoughts A war of contrition, last battle not fought Distant artillery, final shot from within Its smoke covering over, —the most original sin (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Nothing To Give

Not ready to die, —less ready to live The choice was made for me, —with nothing to give (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Ending Real

None of you are listening, the ending now is real Heaven’s in the cart, and the Devil’s at the wheel (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Liars Dwell

Is the truth even electable, —with redemption now a sin The confessional a voting booth, —where liars dwell within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Masquerade

The enemy of my enemy, —often masquerades as my friend

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A House—But No Home

A Poet with no following, a speaker without ears A siren in the shower, a guitar no one hears A frame with no picture, an actor on loan A choice with no decision, a house—but no home (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Redemption Near

Did you waste your life, just making money Did you eat the bread, and not the honey Did you sell your soul, as the children watched Was your heart left cold, in a tinderbox We’re your excuses detailed, and your reasons poor Did you wake up fu...

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Forever In Shade

The light of remembrance, the will’s DNA Stolen by dementia, —forever in shade (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Music Stops

The jaws sing As the drip, drip, drip, Of the petroleum chorus Dances across The inverted aluminum And the hissing starts And the hissing stays Its smell a warning A final omen Like the last rose Of summer Or the fragrance she wore For that final...

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Remembered In Time

Writing in meter, ending in rhyme the journey became clear, —destination in mind Writing in meter, ending in rhyme my words pillared inward, —their meaning sublime Writing in meter, ending in rhyme free of the ramble, —heartbeat aligned Writing...

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Unbaptized Words

The contract unsigned, pen firmly in hand The bliss not for barter, its insight freestands Fame and notoriety, may go where they please To my grave and beyond, the verse teaches and frees No pity I ask for, understanding I shun My fortune uns...

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A Sage Or A Clown

Stop trying to be a poet, and say what you feel Kill off the dilettante, both hands on the wheel In front of the mirror, we all wear a crown Are your verses to be written, —by a sage or a clown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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First Cut

Knowing, —not repeating The weakness, of all refrain A first cut, true and deepest Once healed, —its scar remains (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Ode To Bobby D'

I never wanted to be famous, I only wanted to be great I never promised you an answer, even now, as your questions inflate I traveled from corner to corner, you pushing back time and again I never said it was magic, —as wishes blow into ...

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The Ink Transformed

Reading for inspiration, and not for fact The words paint a picture, in my mind Like dominoes falling, one by one They rise from the page to my hand My fingers enliven, and start to draw A vivid story, new image sublime All colo...

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Morning In Your Eyes

Day surrounds your memory, as evening frames your smile But what I most remember, —is morning in your eyes (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Coward's Downfall

Stopping just short of judgment, his mind took a leap Whose soul rose as substance, now ready to speak Words before never uttered, or spoken in vain This acknowledgement followed, crying out in refrain… “The joy in determination, the torment b...

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Soulless But Conjoined

You stir it one way, and they the other, but the pot stays just as hot You attack their motives, and they attack yours, while the mixture boils and rots “It needs to be this way”… the other side revolts, your mind ‘faulty’ with avarice and greed...

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Journalistic Integrity

Journalistic integrity, give me a break Your lies are on fire, the devil at the gate Journalistic integrity, the wages of sin All truth has been twisted, your soul has worn thin Journalistic integrity, oxymoron disclosed Two words now in conf...

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Its True Cost

When eternity is mortgaged, —your soul its true cost (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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An Altar Unknown

When we all get to heaven, do we pray in one voice Or keep our wills separate, then to still have a choice When we meet the almighty, will our thoughts be our own Or is identity sacrificed, —on his altar unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, ...

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Sleeping With The Muse

Sleeping with Laura, and not making love Lost in her aura, and thoughts from above Sleeping with Laura, all vanity chaste A feeling impregnates, —the blame heaven laced (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Frequency Burned

The channel seemed open, its tuner was stuck A dial now frozen, mixed static and such The needle was missing, its knob wouldn’t turn Transmission now distant, —all frequency burned (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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A Desperate Will

High caliber verse, its cartridge hand loaded A new target centered, all focus then squared Its barrel's been filled, with red molten fury Whose trigger awaits, —a desperate will (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The One Unknown

The only sin uncommitted, —is the one unknown (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Dying To Be Known

Every book has 100 messages, trying to get out And every song has 10 inside of it, waiting to sing out loud Every painting has 1000 images, fighting to be shown And every poem has a hidden voice, —dying to be known (Villanova Pennsylvania: Jun...

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A Poem Divine

The night in riches, my vault again full The words overflowing, old debts now annulled The stillness a fortune, its quiet sublime The meaning unmortgaged, —a poem divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Dark On The Run

The night a gift, though minus sleep With dreams adr​ift, and words to keep Blankness woven, connection spun A poem born, —dark on the run (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Keeping Me Whole

Left on their own, my words turn to prayer Renewing my faith, —confirming you’re there Spoken aloud, they lodge in my soul Warming my heart, —and keeping me whole (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) From 'The Book Of Prayers'

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A Tinge Of Lilac

My window opens wider, as my focus narrows down The words are now much richer, than what I used to think, profound The light brings joy and substance, filling corners deep and closed Its breeze now tinged with lilac, with all negatives ...

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Love Zero-Sum

So it shall be written, —so it shall be said” A voice from the darkness —hovering over my bed “So it shall be written, —so it shall be done” Your faith unto choice, —your love zero-sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Price Of Joy ?

The answer never welcome, —the price of joy is pain A question forever mired, —in millennial disdain (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Forever On Hold

Being a literary sociopath, —Hemingway wrote Both gifted and tortured, —his words they provoke A verbal combatant, —with battles foretold His last, the most fatal, —memory forever on hold (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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As I Flee In Disguise

The words came together, and stretched on the frame Their meaning spilled over, as paint in the drain The canvas so porous, the easel divine The curtains blew outward, faces calling in mime The streets all a-chatter, it was Paris in spring An...

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Eight Questions

Will there come a time, when time doesn’t matter Will there come a date, when the day won’t connect Will there come a phrase, whose words have no meaning Will there come a song, whose melody won’t play Have you let what you celebrate, turn int...

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Sagacity

Darkness, the beginning path Burns brightest at the end Storm clouds over a troubled youth Success now on the mend Struggles, trials, and failures past Just fuel, to keep you warm Sagacity, the final truth Eyes seeing past the...

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Voices Dwell

Sentenced wrongly, imprisoned well The bars a fortress, —where voices dwell (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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David's Stone

From the rock of ages, —a pebble thrown A thundering crash, —from David’s stone (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016) Psalm 71:1-3 'From The Book Of Prayers'

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Demon Charade

The raven, the idiot, all hate on parade The cages now empty, —the demon charade (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Oak Creek Canyon Echo

I want to write dirty and convoluted, connected and wet And in the mess of my words Feel the stain run down Over the nice clean ordered objective, detached From the structure you claim to know about I want to write congested And ingested, Not di...

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The Fire Of The Unknown

"A man’s true spirit can only be forged and replenished, —in the fire of the unknown." (Last Line Of Chapter 18 In My Novel ‘Revenge Along The War Trail) …. due out Sept 1, 2016

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Hope In The Air

Left to themselves, —words turn to prayer Wishes now blessings, —hope in the air (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Forgotten & Lost

Art, the DMZ between nightmares and dreams Escape for the traveller, forgotten and lost (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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All Distance Revealed

The older I get, —the closer it seems The past from the future, —what’s real, to my dreams The older I get, —the deeper it feels Distraction aborted, —all distance revealed (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Absolution Within

The intrinsic beauty of the present moment Exploding beyond consciousness rewriting the hymn Outracing the words to an epiphany of reflection Outpacing all time, —absolution within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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2 years ago
The Hour Is Short

Contentment has set in, —all restlessness is gone The hour is growing short, —the day forever long (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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May It Be Said

The kingdom of knowledge, —to its crown we are wed Its light our betrothal, —the heavens our bed The words ever regal, —trousseau never to beg Thus, will it be written, —to all, may it be said (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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2 years ago
Along The Path

Using words to create feelings, —not feelings to create words The letters but a footprint, —along the path to being heard (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Enemy Upon Us

Get caught in the conversation, —before the day is late Don’t wait for an invitation, —as they slowly shut the gate The wolf now dressed in spun wool, —has broken from his cage He hungers more for what we’ve lost, —a legacy of rage A traitor n...

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The Dragon's Fire Is Out

The progressive death knoll sounded, —a final serpent to mount The excuses now abandoned, —the dragon’s fire is out (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Master Of It All

Should God destroy a mountain, —because you're afraid of heights Should the sun stay fixed forever, —to keep away the night Should the birds all sing in unison, —drowning out the siren’s call Should the questions all have answers, —with you, ma...

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2 years ago
With Grace Sent

I often walk a mile, —to go just fifteen steps I often write ten pages, —for that line that dries and sets I often talk a blue streak, —hoping for one special word And often love beyond my heart, —with the grace sent from our Lord (Villanova P...

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Prisoner Of The Light

Lay it all out there, —put it on the line Send your fear back down to hell, —forever to remind Evil in submission, —darkness wrapped in fright Its voice now silenced with your words, —prisoner of the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Reasons Mine To Keep

Do I grasp for understanding, —or is knowing quite enough Or deem then that important, —if the difference smooth or rough Do I understand a mountain, —or the bear that lives within Or just know that they belong there, —and the mystery that it...

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I'm Tired

I’m tired of hating, —and tired of baiting I’m tired of winning, —in a rained out inning I’m tired of loving, —when the love’s not returned I’m tired of crying, —tears borrowed and churned I’m tired of reasons, —and excuses for treason I’m ti...

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2 years ago
Its Own Reward

Life, —forever promising more Death, —its own reward (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Weathering All Storms

Can you look at something, being totally neutral Not slanted or biased, with no opinion at all Can you dodge the particulars, until the big picture forms Your options still open, as you weather all storms (Train From White River Junction: Marc...

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2 years ago
Surrendering

Surrendering to love, —an imprisonment of joy! (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Divided And Split

Do you have to do something you loathe or then hate To finance the thing that you love Do you dance to a tune both off key and off step To waltz freely with what comes from above Do the moments you steal and those stolen from you Stand oppose...

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Underwriting Delight

We do no favors, —in labeling genius We do no favors, —channeling the light We do no favors, —immortalizing perfection We do no favors, —underwriting delight (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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The Robin's In Song

Identity, born from strains of inheritance Seeing only his back The day's remained long Promise and hope our failure reclaimed With the fat lady mute, —and the robin's in song (Trystan Colin Behm & Kurt Philip Behm Montgomery County, Pennsyl...

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2 years ago
Dark Ransom

Hope trumped last, —a prisoner of death A final capitulation, —devil's ransom beset (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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Final Victory

Beneath the cover of defeat, —final victory comes late Sustained only by a will, —refusing to give in (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
Lifebeat

A Poem dies without rhythm, but only bleeds without rhyme All motion its substance, —all coupling its shine The lifebeat of words, as they pull you within Their cadence restructured, —a song, now a hymn (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
The Truth Is Near

Good feelings or bad, results the same When a nerve is struck, to start the game The words can soften, or strike with fear Once through the surface, —the truth is near (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
Time

The notion of time a potion sublime A bottomless pit the physicists fit Today or tomorrow the future or past As your arms wrap around it, —your hands lose their grasp (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
Tonight

Tonight, I was ready to die But death Wasn’t ready for me Tonight, I was ready to die From a past That refused to be free Tonight, I was ready to die But the light Of salvation rechose Tonight, I was ready to die But the door To eternity wa...

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2 years ago
Millennial Academia

The tragedy of the new school of ‘thought’ …. To know ‘about’ everything, —while knowing naught Where universities foster professorial demise Poisoning the young, —with their fantasy and lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
Staining My Soul

Wringing feelings Like a sponge… The words dripped down From my lips Onto the page, —staining my soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
Poetry

Poetry… Conduit Of the truth Speaker Of the forbidden Silence Last synapse Of a feeling Lost Nerve ending Of forgotten Dreams (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
The Story

Tell a good story poorly, —not a poor story well Your current raging over, —all trough laden swells (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
$$$$$$$

Money…. —an ungrateful heir Disowning all memory, —while your ashes are still warm (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
The Drum Roll At The End

What is the baseline of your life What is the chord structure of your meaning What is that riff that no raff can destroy What Is your drum roll at the end (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
The Mirror

You hate in your enemy, —what you most love in yourself (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
Literary Nuptial

Poetry... the marriage of raw emotion, —and unbridled thought (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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Tomorrow, Today

Keeping emotion inside, —the words go mute Casting decision aside, —all choice less acute The feelings unbirthed, —words fatherless stray The future untold, —tomorrow, today (Villanova, Pennsylvania: May, 2016

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2 years ago
Death On The Fringes

The older I get, the louder the Muse does parade The shorter the moment, the deeper her message invades The older I get, distant voices now filter and fade With death on the fringes, all focus now centered and staged (Villanova Pennsyl...

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2 years ago
Living The Words

Are you the greatest poem, you still have to write And if not—what’s the point of it all Are you the repository of all you have felt Or the dealer and merchant of lies Are your thoughts tattooed on your immortal soul With your ...

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2 years ago
To Laugh Or Cry

Thick skin Thin skin Are they worn the same Praise yes Blameless Does any truth remain Thick skin Thin skin Does it open or hide Reasons for Excuses against To laugh or cry (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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2 years ago
Reclaimed

Never giving it all Never losing it all Sound wisdom From the voices of drought Emptying my heart A soul never to part With promises Vain wishes in spades But giving it all New rain started to fall My eyes opening up From inside As the curtain ...

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2 years ago
A Tear In Your Rain

Watching myself Watching you Standing alone And looking through Watching myself Reach out through the pain A shadow in the darkness, —a tear in your rain (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)

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2 years ago
The Silver Lining

Out of great struggle, —emerges even greater opportunity” (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)

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2 years ago
Through The Keyhole Darkly

Through the keyhole darkly, he could now remember his name Through the keyhole darkly, his medicine kicked in once again Through the keyhole darkly, he knew his daughter by her face Through the keyhole darkly, he was back at home in his space ...

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2 years ago
What Only The Heart Can Feel

Everything written to inspire, —rises above our nature Everything written to inspire, —transports and transforms Everything written to inspire, —makes all that is old new again In ways that only the heart can feel, —and the spirit know (Vi...

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2 years ago
John's Ode

If Keats was right, and beauty is truth... Then what lies of this world have we made (University Of Pennsylvania: October, 2013)

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2 years ago
New Millenniums Curse

Compression ingestion The world starts to implode The numbers insipient —any space now in rows From diamond to carbon Spinning wheels in reverse The groundhog, the treadmill, —new millenniums curse (Brooklyn, New York: March, 2016)

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2 years ago
Writing Checks You can't Cash

Do you live your whole life, in a partially filled space Do you swear up and down, about reasons defaced Do you sing in a choir, where the music has died Do you brand all as liars, as your knots are untied Do you rob from the master, ...

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2 years ago
Dark Knight

Authenticity, Does the word ring true, Does it call from the outside Or the inside of you Authenticity, Your voice renewed, Zero-sum once committed Zero-sum payment due Barnes & Noble Plymouth Meeting Pa: January, 2016 (While reading ...

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2 years ago
The Present

The day you realize it’s a gift, —is the present you will never give back Barnes & Noble Plymouth Meeting Pa: January, 2016

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2 years ago
What Souls Hope To Find

An abundance of denial, your mind turns away What spirit embraces, choice hides and delays “The dignity of the old man in worn tattered clothes Frayed pants covering high button shoes—but not toes ...

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2 years ago
So Hard Undefined

Neither over nor under, ahead or behind My position unreferenced, your judgment so blind Not over or under, ahead or behind So easy once labeled, —so hard undefined (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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2 years ago
Wen The Ink Still Runs

Are we truly masters of the word Are we really in charge of what gets heard Are we truly finished at periods end Are we really past the point of starting again Are we truly out of sync or out of time Are we really tired of questioning why Ar...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Are You

Are you the hero of your recurring dream Or the victim of a life that’s undone Are you the ambassador for all you esteem Or a fugitive, —a soul on the run Are you a real friend beyond trial and strife Whose allegiance now stalwart d...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
A High Flying Cloud

Is heaven where you live out your dreams Those fond wishes life never allowed Is eternity that place not yet seen Where you awaken, —a high flying cloud (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Old Embers Near Extinguished

Smiling to himself … Again, he had fallen in love Amazed at the moment … A line crossed, forever blurred Laughing inside … His humanity back on display All doubts ignited … Old embers near extinguished, on fire (Villanova Pennsylvania: February,...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Our Fated Selves

Folding in to convention, Sealed in creases of acceptance, Maligned and misled By the false promises Of a stolen heart, We chase the white whale Of validation Into waters of denial, “Fury…the rallying cry of our vengeful spirit Hate…the j...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
In Shadows Grow

The mother lode of nighttime verse, arriving late, —all Satan’s curse The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes, old words unbirthed, —in shadows grow (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
Together They Stand

Not judged in reference, —kindred spirits they dance The words when spoken, notes and palettes enhance The music enlivens, what phrases will say While a painting embodies, what verse can convey And the only conflict, —in the critics eye ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Until Daylight's Retreat

Having fun with the words, the party lasted till dawn The sun now a blanket, covered verses to warm Having fun with the words, all new phrases to sleep Resting inside my heart, until daylight’s retreat (Villanova Pennsylvania: February...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Too Close / Too Far

Too close to the flame … too far from the light (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Open Fields

Are you judging from halls academic Or from places where words cannot hide Are your hours immersed in false reference Or in a visceral pursuit that defies All bias and excuse living tethered In their ivy green mansions of gloom ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Only He

The dreamer … only he can see the journey’s end (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Moment At Hand

Living an eternity, within each given day The calendar subservient, to the present foray The moment at hand, the only timeframe ordained Exploding at once, —over and over again (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Do You Bore Yourself

Do you bore yourself? Do you rent the space You’re standing in, Owning nothing But default Do you recycle words Until their utterance fails, Do you mistrust your ability To judge what’s right Do you hedge your bets, Never going all in For fear...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Veracity Returned

Lying to myself, the truth broke free Escaping prevarication, abandoning my schemes The water got deep, as the weight dragged and pulled Until veracity returned, —resuscitation fulfilled (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Fear Now My Prey

Repelled by tradition, and past status-quo I enter the jungle, —where hides the unknown Rejecting excuses, and all that’s passé My bow is drawn tightly, —with fear now my prey (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Feast From Within

Carrying them with me, traveling through time The words seed my memory, —new meter and rhyme Spreading them freely, over days fallowed thin New feelings sprout upward, —I feast from within (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

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2 years ago
The Next Moonless Night

The chain cut again, —the demon is loose Deep into the night, she hunts weaker truths The hallway’s back stairs, her favorite retreat Until daylight threatens, and her bite becomes weak Then she staggers back wounded, inside shadows th...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Calling Out Just Once

What is not profane, need not be defended Like a sunrise or waterfall, —or the laughter of a child The best of life tenures, beyond our confirmation Calling out just once, —over and over again (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2013)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Salvation Burned

Carving up Christianity, like steaks on a grill The vision seared, —as salvation burned (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2013)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Dragons Caught

The tightness of the words, protects the freedom of the thought Whose voice when spoken gently, —can silence thunder and dragons caught (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Less Risk Of Conjecture

The deeper the pond, the clearer the water The older the wine, the richer the flavor The longer the gaze, the sharper the picture But the fewer the words, —the less risk of conjecture (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
To Rage And Roar

My fist now drunk and kidnapped, —the grains shift evermore Flames call out “something more be done,” —fury to rage and roar (Villanova Pennsylvania: Dreamsleep-February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Calling Inward

Are your wishes scribed in combat, are your hopes relined with pain Is your motion found still wanting, as you climb the stairs again Are your words now of this moment, is your verse free and sincere Are your feelings calling inward, —fro...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Ink That Doesn't Run

Words in my fountain pen, —bullets in my gun Blasts of rapid insight, —ink that doesn’t run (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Can You

Can you separate your art from your politics Can you separate the temporal from the divine Can you separate the excuses from the reasons Can you separate true purpose from those wasted times Can you separate your vocation and avocati...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Our Venomous End

Social Media, the web we are all caught in Waiting for the spider's bite, —and our venomous end (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Golden Hair

It was Christmas 1973, as I straightened up his brace A disabled body with unconquered mind, best friends in different states As she walked straight down the cellar steps, my future in her glance Dressed pure white, she’d come from work, he...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
To Change One Word

To change one word and rock the world, —a new verse dancing free Its weight unmeasured and breadth untold, —whose key unlocks the dream The bottle open, the genie gone, —the last domino to fall One word pulled out or inserted back, —with new me...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
A Brotherhood To Share

Not only did the words come, they brought their friends along They pitched their tent and built their fire, and began to sing their songs The sparks flew, as memory rose, good tidings in the air With phrases birthed, new families penned, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Never Destitute

In the darkest final hours, I began to write And my words now spoken new, from scattered ashes light the sky To begin and end each day caught up in beauty’s distant wake All loneliness filled by pages lined with happiness and joy My f...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
I Kneel And I Pray

Will the words come, will the words go Are they forever, how do I know What do I think, what do I feel Memory escapes, a spoke off the wheel Written in blood, spoken in rhyme Forever to echo, forever sublime Daffodils scatter, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Living Unclaimed

The present ordained, past futures distained The Poet and Jester —as one Living unclaimed, free and unnamed Archangel and Devil, —undone (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Sleeping With The Muse

Sleeping with the Muse, my nights have grown short Sleeping with the Muse, my spirit comports Sleeping with the Muse, words dance with delight Sleeping with the Muse, confronting my fright Sleeping with the Muse, her will tests again ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Last Verse-Zero Sum

My richness my words, my legacy foretells New questions unreasoned, old mysteries dispelled No breaths taken lightly, no lines left undone No memory forsaken, last verse—zero sum (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
If We Were Young Men

If we were young men, if we were strong If we had fresh words, to add to our song If we were soldiers, with war in our veins If we were poets, our voices reclaimed If we were lovers, of women that cried If we went wandering, our h...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Love's Denial

The memory bitter, —from the taste of love’s denial (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Those Quiet Blamed

From Lederhosen, a monster chosen A Third is damned, —inked slaughtered lambs The eagle rises, truth despises A country shamed, —those quiet blamed (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
A Hell Upon Earth

The livery on fire, all horses set free Misery beckons, the future to bleed The gates are now open, streets painted red Death has awakened, life dragged from its bed One bugle is left, blowing perdition’s melee Sword blades have dul...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Another Day

Another day with a voice, —one more glimpse into heaven (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Wanting Only To Rhyme

Before I returned to writing prose, verse took my pen by decree Days fully structured and measured on end, tonight, —words yearned to be free The story cerebral, its plot bellicose, new music pushing forward in time Past a story inscribed for o...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Poet

A prince without a lineage A king without a throne A master without servants A lover of that unknown A hearer of what’s unspoken A seer of things divine A lord among the jesters A voice for all the mimes A reason, when excuses falter A questio...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Crossing Over & Looking Back

Crossing over, I thought I’d be different Crossing over, I thought things would change Crossing over, I thought I’d be better Crossing over, I fought through the rain Now looking back, I see demurely Now looking back, I see throug...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Gabriel Calls

My heart belongs to providence, I walk the final mile My footsteps bought and paid for, I clear the last denial My faith is bold and steadfast, new rain begins to fall Through the fog a trumpet’s blowing, the gate now open, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Reborn

Is life about how many, or then about how much Is the truth in computation, or in what those numbers touch Is the measurement empiric, with a final answer shown Is salvation in your lyrics, with the word count still unknown Is there faith insi...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
A Warrior's Chant

Wrapping emotion around the conflict The war played out with words The fury of shouted diction Slaying enemies still unheard Shooting a feeling into the onslaught Attacking the silence as legions advance Loading insight into the canons Expl...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Sacrificial Hymn

I sold my soul for new meter and rhyme Trading salvation, for a thing greater still The joyous embrace of one hell damning phrase Now immortal, perpetual, —fulfilled I sold my soul as the Devil laughed Knowing not, my final wor...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
My Spirit Complete

Combining thought with emotion, the words came to life The images eternal, as feelings ignite The lines now in concert, all stanzas to meet My psyche impassioned, —my spirit complete (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
A Softer Rhyme

Are the feelings soft, but the words rock hard Turning emotion into anger or worse Are those wishes pure when the ink goes down Are the letters aligned or off course Are the feelings soft, but the sentences vile When frustratio...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
No More Could I Seek

When my words are read by the common man No higher praise could any writer have The awards and the accolades from the intellectual elite Pale dim in comparison, to that man ‘in the street’ When my words are read by those ‘salt of the earth’ M...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
My Soul There To Shine

My DNA lettered My bloodstream in verse My feelings in couplets My last goes to first My breathing in prose My expression in rhyme My horizons unwritten My soul there to shine (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Scented Feelings

Splashing on the fragrance of what your betrayal has left behind ... The perfume of your silence lingers, —in scented feelings without words (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2011)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Writing The Words

Writing the words, —I set myself free (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2011)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Words

Words once you free them, —no longer slave to your name (From a longer Poem: Fall 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Darkness Is Past

Not cute or in genre, —in tune or in tone The message drives forward, —the muse casting stones Untimely eternal, —a voice speaking fast My pen now a torch, —the darkness is past (Barnes & Noble Plymouth Meeting Pa: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
With Words Untold

I always felt, when it was time to die The Muse would know, before you or I The hours borrowed, the moments loaned Return to feelings, and verse unflown And with eyes never clearer, or heart so bold I will make my exit, —with...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Life

You can wish and hope for a hundred years, or play the game a day at a time You can focus on what’s at the end of the road, or eeke three nickels out of your very last dime You can pray for still more than some others might have, or be tha...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
A Hollowed Out Tree

Living inside the base of a hollowed out tree Since childhood, my dreams have been formed Living inside a space where the walls almost touched Kept me hidden, protected, and warm Living inside a place that no others could see Beyond privacy,...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Free And Atoned

The truth came flying out of the mirror, —its reflection veracious and new Flowing into my eyes, an image so clear, —its talon’s resharpened and honed It left without warning, my emptiness torn out, —heading back to a place out of view And on w...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Lost Inferno

Inside the fantasy of a broken dream rages a ‘Lost Inferno’ Where we burn in fearful anticipation, —waiting for the alarm to sound (Las Vegas: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Fates Retort

To live beyond the moment, and write as love doth now befriend It’s light burning brightest as my hours grow short The beginning reunited with the journey’s end All memory imploding on ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
In Time That Matters

Fantasy, a past remembered Travesty, regret in embers Sophistry, all reason proffered Majesty, the treasure offered Artistry, the future tendered Modesty, true self is rendered Memory, a life is gathered Presently, —in ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Apathy

Mired in apathy, —lost in a doldrum of denial “Your head’s in the sand the canary at hand” Armageddon, —the price of your wile (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
War

Severed madness, the wound bleeds again The stitches once broke, just a stain at the end A sutured indemnity, promising nothing but pain All flesh now in enmity, —bugles call out your name (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
My Thoughts And Prayers—Thine

The vineyard has ripened, new words on the vine The meanings have deepened, new blessings Divine Consecration so sacred, the blood pouring free The verses fermented, I drink unto thee The vineyard has ripened, fresh words on the vine With fai...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Your Spirit Bereft

Nocturnal flower In need of sleep Your petals wilted The count for sheep Shoulders hunch in darkness The dice are cast A croupier blocking Sun’s setting mask Through court and courtship Lost adrenalin runs A jester beckoning His joke undone And...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
And Your Eyes Close Again

If you think it’s just one thing, while believing it’s not Or you hope it’s another, then folly’s your lot If you swear it sits outside, as you dream from within All meaning encrypts, and your eyes close again (Villanova Pennsylvania: ...

by kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Apathy

When you mire yourself in apathy You sink into doldrums of denial “head in the sand canary at hand” Armageddon, the price of your wile (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Till Our Wishes ...

I lived inside her laughter, —I slept inside her song I wrote inside her meaning, —till our wishes all were gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
New Melody To Learn

A chorus of enlightenment … she’s woken up again With sheets still warm, my heart she bathes, ablution wet within Through steam I see her message clear, the mirror does confirm My words now washed, fresh thoughts to dry, —new melody to...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Is Anyone

Is anyone ever a total fraud, —or totally sincere Is anyone committed beyond mere space, —to a notion fond and dear Is anyone ever one hundred percent, —with subtraction the rule of the day Is anyone better than what they believe, —or worse tha...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Truth Pouring Down Again

Never asking for permission, always being sure His head was held firmly, his mind had stayed pure Never seeking your acknowledgement, or umbrella against the rain His words—exploded thunder, truth pouring down again (Villanova Pennsylvania: Ja...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Pain I Own

Broken feelings My chest of gold A ransom of torment No trinkets sold My treasure bounteous Walls lined with blood Its hurt and pain I have withstood The jewels lack sparkle But shimmer deep Their cut and clarity My soul to keep And words disloyal...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
And She, My Breath Becomes

The Muse continues to punish me, whenever I write prose Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt, —no fury 'hell hath known' She sentences me to endless nights, and days when words won't come Until I succumb to writing verse, —and she, my breath be...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Another Spring

The string is broken, the past is lost A road forgotten, —fresh winters frost All memory erases, new thoughts to spin The distance thawing, —another Spring Court At KOP: February, 2016

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Where Your Soul Can Congeal

Do you have that place, that place where you hide So tranquil and peaceful, and hidden from eyes Do you have that place, looming close but concealed Where your essence rests freely, where your soul can congeal (Villanova Pennsylvania: ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
To Guide Me Within

Dreams carry me across a mysterious land Where the voice of my fathers so gently commands It echoes now softly in words only sung A joyous recital my soul rewoven and spun I never can stay there I’ve begged till I weep Until with barely a whi...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Dark Knight

Authenticity, Does the word ring true Does it call from the outside Or the inside of you Authenticity, Your voice is renewed Zero-sum once committed Zero-sum payment due Barnes & Noble Plymouth Meeting Pa: January, 2016 (While reading ‘Dark ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
From Death Set Me Free

Writing words of forgiveness, —a bridge from the grave My ashes unscatter, —my memories reclaim Treading a verse of atonement, —all steps unto thee Whose vision, my journey, —from death set me free To Mark Phanco: Villanova Pennsylvania: Jan...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
On Wings Heaven Sent

Poetry…. Capturing the feeling Before debasing into thought The joy Of a melody Before the lyric is wrought All transport Incumbent On wings heaven sent Its meaning Unencumbered By definitions portent (Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Hiding A Nightmare

The Mountains are never as grave as the Sea, their great heights with all dangers exposed But those depths that lay sullen, undiscovered and dark, —hide a nightmare to sailors like me (Airplane-Las Vegas To Philadelphia: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Is Anyone

Is anyone ever a total fraud, —or totally sincere Is anyone committed beyond mere space, —to a notion fond and dear Is anyone ever one hundred percent, —with subtraction the rule of the day Is anyone better than what they believe, —or worse tha...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Zombie Madness

Compression of the flesh, —the clock has stopped Your soul has imploded, —Zombie madness…Tic-Tock (Las Vegas Boulevard 4:00 am: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Exposed

If you can't stand the heat, —you don't deserve the light Shuttle: Las Vegas- January 26, 2016

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Poet Of Las Vegas Boulevard

The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard, steals emotion from the night Holding a vigil in the darkness, waiting for the light The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard, among the screams and homeless cries Making rhyme of what reason has abandoned, marking time ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Poetic Dyslexia

Poetic dyslexia, the words juxtapose The meaning in crisis, where God only knows Poetic dyslexia, all feelings collide Emotions in conflict, —literary divide (Forum Shops-Caesars Palace: January 23, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
New Moments Explode

Like the marathons of my forgotten youth I now shy away from longer poems Sprinting restlessly anxious through the waning light New moments explode, —old voluminous tomes (Flight To Las Vegas: January 22, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Emily Was An Aberration

Poets need to marry, —and live in the world But when writing, —their divorce becomes final Promising only … ‘another affair to remember’ ‘another tryst with the spoken word’ (Las Vegas Blackjack Table: January 23, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Las Vegas Layoff

The Strip or the Boulevard, the outcomes the same Fates wager a coward, smoky mirror to blame The bet beyond reason, its folly ingrained The layoff now treason, as you wallow in shame 30,000 Feet Over Kansas: January 22nd, 2016

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Truth Exploding Once Again

Never asking for permission, and always being sure His head was held firmly, his mind had stayed pure Never seeking your acknowledgement, or umbrella against the rain His words poured down like thunder, truth exploding once again (Villanova Pe...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Its Memory Anchors Still

The ship has sailed, —but its memory anchors still My dreams unmasted, —in a harbor drained and filled (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

by kurt philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Writing

Writing, —confirmation that I was once alive —affirmation that I did more than just live (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Deaf To Your Chosen Lord

Are you part of the conversation, —or hiding outside the spoken word Is life a spectacle where you only watch, —muted by choice and deaf to your chosen lord (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Until Salvation Lost

Every man is his own Cathedral, —stained glass window of the battles fought Each man is to life eternal, —new weapons made, until salvation lost (Grantham New Hampshire: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Memories

The truth is one thing, what you remember another Memories, real or imagined, often masquerade as truth The facts not having to swear allegiance And history not having to atone (Grantham New Hampshire: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
In Search Of The One

Writing many, —in search of the one The ink remains plentiful, —new words on the run Writing the many, —all phrases collide In explosive exposure, —where truth cannot hide (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Through The Hangman's Noose

My feelings untied, —letting go of my fear As the coming storm passed, —through the hangman’s noose (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Dreams Of The Soldier

The dreams of the soldier, —undead on the ground A warrior's spirit, —his enemy found Though death be not permanent, —all death is unkind The battle once over, —a new war to find (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Children Of A Greater Dawn

Don’t let your words become a dark stranger to you Or orphans, in search of a lost paternity Never let your feelings wander off abandoned and alone But rechristened, as children of a greater dawn (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
The Lost Room

How many rooms are locked away, —deep inside yourself Are those doors closed and shut from the outside, —or from within Are the feelings there orphaned and unnamed, —waiting for rebirth Is your loneliness self imposed and empty in...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 years ago
Shakespearian Poison

Political correctness, —the Shakespearian poison —of the new millennium (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
3 years ago
The Muse Awakens

The Muse awakens, —all sleep has died New words partaken, —their meanings cried The hour though late, —her voice later still Through the blackness she whispers, —my soul again filled (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
3 years ago
Visions Only Queen

The naked epiphany, —visions only Queen (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
3 years ago
Real Poets

Real poets do not hide behind ivy covered walls But write within the maelstrom of the voices that call (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
3 years ago
Be Most Careful

Be careful as you age … when they try to convince you that your rough edges need to come off Be careful when they say that “Your words need to be more carefully chosen and more appropriate to the politically elite” Be careful when they threaten...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
3 years ago
Where Was Once Only Sin

A man must be measured to call himself such A storm must be weathered its helmsman so clutch A fire must be extinguished for new growth to begin From seeds of new virtue, —where was once only sin (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
3 years ago
Where

Where do dreams go once you’ve dreamed them Where do feelings go after you’ve felt them Where does the pain go after suffering it all Where do the memories go, —once you’re gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
3 years ago
Hope

Living transcendent Within a better future A promise reinvents, —today (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
3 years ago
Temptation Blind

Romancing reality the poet said “I get paid for that I get out of bed” With words that hover and words that rhyme Truth undercover, —temptation blind (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

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The Contradiction Rhymed

Playing cards at 29 I bet the man with my last dime He set the clock he kept the time The table swung the voices climbed All chips transparent a pot sublime A last wager made, —the contradiction rhymed (Villanova Pennsyl...

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3 years ago
Lady Liberty Mourns

America has been hi-jacked By the mainstream media Reality being distorted, —and the truth now scorned Soundbites of political daggers Impale a Constitution so wounded Where patriots are held hostage, —as Lady Liberty mourns (Villanova Pe...

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3 years ago
A Memory Unfound

Quantifying Art, —Quality By The Pound Where Feelings Like Hair Will Part, —Leaving A Memory Unfound (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)

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3 years ago
The Altar Of Love

Truth is often sacrificed, — on the Altar of Love (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)

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3 years ago
Oh, Mr. President

Oh, Mr. President Oh, Mr. President your agenda has failed Oh, Mr. President the unfortunate wail Oh, Mr. President your tongue has been forked Oh, Mr. President your policies pork Oh, Mr. President your blinders fit tight Oh, Mr. ...

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3 years ago
Oh, Mr. President

Oh, Mr. President your agenda has failed Oh, Mr. President the unfortunate wail Oh, Mr. President your tongue has been forked Oh, Mr. President your policies pork Oh, Mr. President your blinders fit tight Oh, Mr. President the day...

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3 years ago
Deception

Deception wears many faces, —the truth but one (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)

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3 years ago
The 50 Dollar A Day Poet

The 50 dollar a day poet Spending more—saving less Trying to find it Before it finds him In a world deep in anguish And regret The 50 dollar a day poet Not mentioned in any journal Or tome 35 dollars for the room And 10 for food, —5 lonely dollar...

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3 years ago
The Eyes Of The Artist

The eyes of the artist —the spirit of the man The fire before the spark —the vision, before the plan (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

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3 years ago
A Garden Unspoiled

Beyond your reach And in possession of myself The petals remain open, — in a garden unspoiled (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

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3 years ago
Steve Jobs (The Inhumanity Of Perfection)

Mesmerized by his own success A tiger lay stalking inside An eighth world wonder built deeply in sand His achievements cried for him as he lied The one link he had to a legacy born Asked for only one thing as he spurned The ...

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3 years ago
The Past And Future Have Died

Climbing in through an incision Never open before —a wound now unsutured And I dive deep to the core Old feelings rush by me Desperately searching for air To harden dry in awareness, ‘A truth now a dare’ As my eyes start to weaken The roots ...

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3 years ago
A Legacy Was Planted

Mentally on the road while spiritually at home My mind got to wander while my soul was at peace Mentally on the road while spiritually at home My thoughts got to ponder what only distance could release Mentally on the road while spir...

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3 years ago
Shadows

Shadows, —of a former self Shadows, —of that no longer felt Shadows, —the memories hide within Shadows, —the future past begins (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

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3 years ago
Marooned

Marooned among the ripples I am stalked by the next rising tide (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

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3 years ago
My Soul There To Shine

My DNA lettered My bloodstream in verse My feelings in couplets My last goes to first My breathing in prose My expression in rhyme My horizons unwritten My soul there to shine (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

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3 years ago
How

How do you measure an emotional response How do you quantify a feeling How do you gauge what’s only felt in the heart How do you record aspired meaning How do you lengthen and broaden a wish How do you box up a memory How do ...

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3 years ago
Our New Beginning

To live inside your laughter To your heart will I belong To write inside your meaning As all wishes turn to song From Your Papa: October 9th, 2015

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3 years ago
Your Soul To Repast

In reference to nothing In search of itself The truth burns in fury An iceberg to melt The legions are many Believers so few The stragglers all freezing Alone in the pew The mirror the liar Death hiding within The priest the deceiver And threatens...

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3 years ago
The Leaves Turn

Growing simpler with each passing year The leaves turn and my mind releases Freeing what it’s taken a lifetime to acquire Freeing what only this moment can understand (Grantham New Hampshire: January, 2012)

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3 years ago
The Treasure Of My Soul

My mind rushes through — as my spirit pays All thoughts underwritten — from the treasure of my soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)

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3 years ago
On Spoken Wings

Is it smart enough, —is smart ever enough Is smart ever enough, —until an angel sings And the heavens sigh, —a last goodbye A last goodbye, —on spoken wings (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)

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3 years ago
If I Don't

If I don’t first have your eyes, will I ever have your ears If I don’t first have your mind, will I ever have your heart If I don’t first have your eyes, will I ever have your ears If I don’t first hold you far, — will I ever hold you...

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3 years ago
Running

Running from who you are —the end closes in Where robbed of any more new beginnings The past and future now get to choose As time perpetual blinks, —one last goodbye (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)

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3 years ago
The Cost

The more we are given, — the more that gets taken away Like Stephen Hawking looking out from his empowering inferno His vision to create and inspire anew, Exhausting the very flame, —that he lives to ignite (Villanova Pennsylvania: Au...

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3 years ago
At The End

The shorter the money the dearer the wealth Like that last breath inside the magic of the final moment All perception inhaled and spent —never to be released again Las Vegas: August, 2015

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3 years ago
Walking The Line

Walking the line, each step was measured —and long Walking the line, the memories strung together —in song Walking the line, the time seemed forever —to last Walking the line, the future so distant —from the past (Villanova Pennsylvania: A...

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3 years ago
The Prison

This prison I’ve created is totally self made This world I’ve evaded, the fodder I trade The reward is the punishment in not taking part The scars not to heal, as I sit alone in the dark The consensus, the polling, all truth on t...

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3 years ago
To Rene

I don’t care where I’m going, —I know where I am I’m not worried about the future, —I’ve never been to the past I’m not sad about what’s missing, —only joyful for what’s present I am here and not there, — and my words make it so (Villanova Pen...

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3 years ago
Thank You Lord

Thank you for the confusion Lord, — and thank you for the doubt Thank you for all those unsure moments, — when I could neither whisper nor shout Thank you for the people Lord, — those who loved me or hated in vain But thank you most for t...

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3 years ago
The Earth Cracked

The earth cracked in Nepal, — with fire and shame And thousands lay dead, — in the mountains and plains Its crust was ripped open, — a heart now exposed And lives were reclaimed, — from a heaven deposed The story for mystics, — a legend say s...

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3 years ago
The One Who Took Away My pain

Thank you for the confusion Lord, — and thank you for the doubt Thank you for all those unsure moments, — when I could neither whisper nor shout Thank you for the people Lord, — those who loved me or hated in vain But thank you most for t...

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3 years ago
You Will Or Will Not

Could or couldn’t Would or wouldn’t Should or shouldn’t Can’t or would not Does or doesn’t Was or wasn’t Has or hasn’t Can or cannot Must or mustn’t Have or haven’t Are or aren’t Is or is not Did or didn’t Had or hadn’t Do or then don’t — you...

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3 years ago
An Ode To Teddy

An artist or laughingstock, — who makes the choice? A genius or fool, — will spirits rejoice? A sage or a caricature, — who gets to choose? The one now exposed, — or he with nothing to lose? (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Killing Me With Her Love

Each word, cutting through ten pounds of flesh The Muse, --- killing me with her love (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
How Much / How Many

How much is freedom worth? How much will time allow? How many questions asked? How many answers, --- unclaimed? (Train From Virginia: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Their Messages Spurned

The words are still perfect, as speech becomes flawed Their intention unblemished, their delivery though scarred The memories embedded, the flashbacks infirm Escape now for others, --- their messages spurned (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Rejecting Your Fear

I’ve always been good at making an entrance, while never choosing to stay I’ve always been good at passing through, and most often, forgetting the day I bypassed adulthood, becoming a child, as your legions mocked and jeered And answered ...

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3 years ago
To Live On

To live on in the memory of those you've served Is wealth, beyond your means To live on in the hearts of those you've loved Is a legacy to dream (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Fire And Rain

Shrinking immortality into the moment Ignoring the impostors, --- future and past Inhaling eternity’s thunder with every breath Breathing out, --- fire and rain (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
A Sacrilege

Are people religious because they’re good? Or good, because they’re religious? The question remains, its verdict unclaimed The wrong answer deemed, --- sacrilegious (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Reaching Out

If I could be of simple mind and simple faith And hold your love within my heart for just an hour On bended knees my arms would raise toward heaven’s gate Like petals reaching out, --- from a morning flower (Villanova Pennsylvania: Ap...

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3 years ago
A Melody Unsung

Can you be distracted by the critic or the public acclaim Can you see through the fire and renew all that’s burnt Can you look past the signposts and those messages now fixed Can your soul stay undamaged as the world tempts your heart ...

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3 years ago
Those Who Betray

Those who betray their dreams, --- are forever old (Shenzhen China: September, 2005)

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3 years ago
The Wonder Of It All

Where science ends, --- poetry begins And the wonder of it all, --- questioned again (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Don't Bother To Ask

With subconscious desire, my blood pressure on fire The needle ready to break through the glass I try to calm down, as the muse rises and pounds Saying… "Don't---even bother to ask” (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2105)

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3 years ago
In The Morning You Were Gone

On summer days, we played in the fields and hid from him under the cover of big trees In winter, distance forced him into silence Spring, brought us the promise of fresh captivity and the protection of a wish But in the fall, when our sheets co...

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3 years ago
The Words Fell Free

Eternity shook as the words fell free, --- startled, but unafraid (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Would You

Would you give two cents back, if I were to give you a dime Would you slightly then trust, if I pledged all of mine Would you carry me astray, if I could then lead you back Would you love me just once, --- if I loved you forever like th...

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3 years ago
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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3 years ago
Two Warriors

The last fight of the night two warriors squared off, all marbles now at hand With feet and fists wrapped their spirits attacked, and of their bodies they now would demand Each kick then got higher as their hearts did aspire, to...

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3 years ago
A Crest Ablaze

Flying alone, over fury enthroned Its colors became quite clear The enemy strained, as freedom remained Covered in blood, now spent and dear Stitched yellow and blue, its message true This banner does not run To hang steadfast, and slay t...

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3 years ago
The Serpent Is Dead

Twilight fell onto my windowsill Demon fire in full retreat The stars above, glowing pulls on a rug Woven deep into the blackness I sleep Day’s grip has now changed, the cantor sings as he prays St. Michael cries, —THE SERPENT UN...

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3 years ago
The Fountain

If you ask me to read something I’ll say only the good, ---in spite of what others might think Once your blood has been spilled and the wound is now deep, my task to heal, ---not push to drug or to drink If the pain is too great then my heart yo...

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3 years ago
Reborn A Poet

Reborn a poet, --- and then set free To live beyond wealth, --- and all majesty (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Catching My Words

Looking over the edge of an emotional cliff I saw new feelings for the very first time Crying out from the backs of the Seraph’s wings They were begging for me to climb on Promising a flight above reason and logic And blinding my eyes w...

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3 years ago
My Heart Bleeds

Just another closeted academic Describing the parts, while missing the whole Your hallways are dark, your majesty thin My heart bleeds … for those minds that you stole (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Slave To fashion

Music is more slave to fashion, --- than the written or spoken word (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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3 years ago
Turning Black

To write poetry on the battlefield, is to write poetry from the heart Words to cover the scars and wounds, --- grief peeling back like bark As the verse flies like bullets, and all bayonet's attach The volley is sharpened and to the point, ---...

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3 years ago
No Candy This Year

The eggs had been colored, and all scattered about The baskets were hidden, as the children now shout… “Was he here mom, was he here?" they yell from upstairs “Come down and find out,” she says with nary a care Their little feet rush down, tak...

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3 years ago
Other's Fear

I hide in the shadow of other's fear, that the voice may go away And then left inside an orphan's silence, to recount every wordless day To walk a path that other’s break, beneath a dark and gloomy sky Crying those tears by other'...

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3 years ago
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 ca...

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3 years ago
It Was All Of That

I thought it was the words, --- but it was more than that I thought it was the feelings, --- but it was more than that I thought it was the insight, --- but it was more than that And I thought it was the understanding, --- but it was more than ...

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3 years ago
Straddling The Flame

Through the fire, and across the lake We made it to land, with our innocence raped Its memory now enough, to scare and profane What the future never promised, --- when we straddled the flame (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) Lis...

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3 years ago
When The Feelings Are Polished

When the feelings are polished, --- the words can remain rough (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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3 years ago
In Virtue I Sin

It was Hemingway early And now Dickinson late Those early exposures The trail of my wake No bar left unvisited Or brawl left unfought No school that could answer Their dialectic corrupt Now this corner I sit in B...

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3 years ago
When The Spirit Listens ...

When the spirit listens, --- the heart forgives (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2011)

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3 years ago
A Joy To Be Treasured

One hour of inspiration, burdens for twenty the pen Those flashes of light, taking days then to bend But the feeling unfiltered, as it lands on the page Is a joy to be treasured, --- and one never to age (Villanova Pennsylvania: March,...

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3 years ago
Memory

Memory, the historic steroid, --- of an enlightened past (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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3 years ago
Another's Wind To Blow

Walking around a Mythical town That doesn’t exist, And looking for what I would never find, I trod those same streets That I had been down In my dreams before, The sky barren, Except for the sound Of the exodus Of wings, Hovering over people Al...

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3 years ago
Envy Is A Curse

Envy is a curse, with the darkest shadow All yearning left unsettled, --- in a greenish cast Jealousy its evil twin, beyond veracity’s purview Coveting the stolen torches, --- of all darkness past (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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3 years ago
Waiting For An Epiphany

Waiting for an epiphany, the darkness trampled inside As distant hooves of enlightenment, lead a thundering herd (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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3 years ago
Forever To Shine

Starting on the emotional freeway, I stayed between the double lines But traveling beyond the factual byway, I hitchhiked through my mind Passing each word going north or south, and then driven to what I might find I journeyed alone far i...

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3 years ago
Thunder To Rain

No time set aside The words then formed, Again at their own pace No place to reside As they’re written down, On a napkin or empty space When I try to hide They find me sure, In mountain or in plain As a new moment bids The past adieu, And thund...

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3 years ago
Escaping Into Verse

Escaping into verse, the base of the tower rumbled the ground beneath was shaken with new cracks within its walls Escaping into verse, all towering deception crumbled as the self-appointed jumped and fell landing prostrate, and so small Escaping...

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3 years ago
A Voice Deep Inside Me

There’s a voice deep inside me, that still tries to get out No matter my mission, it screams and it shouts Its call is then loudest, on those darkest of nights When my mind seeks new refuge, from this Seraph’s delight I toss and I turn, but it...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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3 years ago
The Eternal Disconnect

Nothing could be further from the truth, --- than politics or religion (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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3 years ago
The Sound Of The Piper

Drunk on the strength of our own misgivings We stagger and stray, --- toward the sound of the piper (Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)

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3 years ago
Forever Wondering Why

Run away from the what, let the how lead the way Keep the questions before you, and the answers at bay Deem your motion perpetual, with all stops left behind As those presents unwrapped, open up in your mind May the wind rise to greet yo...

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3 years ago
Forgotten Lord

Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn, old voices went astray And fast on the morning of no return, final judgment came to stay Crashing like a wave was the prophet's voice, this time not to be ignored Washing away the excuse and the ...

by Kurt Philip Behm

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3 years ago

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