The answers

linger in the darkness

 

While questions

shimmer in the light

 

All reasons

alive with expectation

 

Open ended in wonder

—and delight

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

What I meant,

how I said it

 

The meaning sacred

—the words servile

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

The Poetry Channel when open,

its wavelength sharp and clear

Searching for me as it calls for my voice,

in moments dark but dear

 

The Poetry Channel if distant, remote,

streaming above my thoughts

Transmitting in silence, antenna to blame,

whose frequency I’ve sought

 

The Poetry Channel with static tuned out,

 its bandwidth framed in gold

Quiet by day, amplifying at night

—to broadcast time untold

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2015)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Better to be in Hell

for all eternity,

than in Heaven

—on borrowed time

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

I never chose to write like you,

it’s enough to write like me

My feelings live to shape each thought,

your passion foreign known

I need to use those gifts bequeathed,

while searching endlessly

And leave to you your native tongue

—and speak my words alone

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

Organizing each word unpenned, 

I gave myself to rhyme

 

And offered up my humble skills

in thankfulness sublime

 

Each one a treasure unto me,

with silence on the run

 

Verses promised and drifting near

—of memories to come

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

 

Truth can’t exist

in the absence of courage

 

Words of appeasement

—freedom denied

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Buried in the shadows,

hiding at night

Valor pierced and left to bleed,  

hemorrhaging with fright

Fangs exposed and deadly,

searing from within

Readying to pounce and strike

—vengeance to begin

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

To understand the problem,

look from deep within

where logic and the sciences

are both cut wafer thin

 

Our thinking trapped and handcuffed,

when seen by reason bound

those answers we were given born

—unquestioned and profound

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

 

I grew up

having never become an adult,

the years to now betray

My body infirm,

my vision impaired,

my hair has turned to gray

 

I grew old

while living within myself,

false promises to none

Retuning to boyhood

each night in my dreams,

my age still zero-sum

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

 

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm