Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Twenty-five years
of saying the Rosary
Twenty-five years
a promise to keep
A last dying wish
her beads in my hand
Not one day I’ve...
If not a Poet
what would I be
A soldier, a sailor
a fading marquee
If not a Poet
whose soul would I claim
a saint’s or a sinners
to...
Once up on
a pedestal
There’s nowhere to go
— but down
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
If the past is not alive in you
the future will be dead
Sparrows turn to flee the dawn
with yesterday unfed
Once memory breaks the golden...
Between truth
and falsity
In the cold
empty darkness
— lies a poem
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)