No one lived more inside the moment,
No one left others more bent to his will,
No one remembered more for the things that he said,
No one more misunderstood while being so loved
—than Muhammad Ali
(Louisville Kentucky: July, 2020)
Author: Kurt Philip Behm
I am a lifelong author with 21 books published to date—one best seller. Much of my writing is about the deception of time and its many disguises.
My Poetry 'An Anthology Of Perception,' is now available in four volumes.
In addition I have a 175 page Poem 'After Midnight,' that was published in
2014.
My Historical Fiction series, 'The Sword Of Ichiban' is now up to volume 8 which is being published this Spring ...
Vol #1- The Sword Of Ichiban
Vol #2- Darkening Sun
Vol #3- Revenge Along The War Trail
Vol #4- Death From The Sky
Vol #5- Jumping Into the Darkness
Vol #6- The Fall City Mandate.
Vol #7- Approaching Storm
Vol #8- Brothers In Blood
One autobiographical novel, 'The Death Of The Playground' a Best Seller,
published in 2007.
One travel novel, 'Searching For Crazy Horse,' published in 2005, recapping my forty years of motorcycle touring in the American Rocky Mountain West.
I have written one Children's Book, 'Sammy & Bumpers' that was published in 2016.
All of my books are available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and better
Book Stores world wide.
Kurt Philip Behm
Shooting Star
The greater the love
—the shorter the trip
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
The Token
While writing verse from now till then,
its toll I humbly paid
Across a bridge where time had stopped
—the truth to pass each way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Morning Cancelled
The sun went down alone tonight,
clouds abandoned
horizon dark
The moon in twilight hesitation,
distance empty
redemption stark
The sun went down and disappeared,
light a memory
warmth to chill
A trail of comets turning back,
morning cancelled
—future killed
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Lost In Memory
Passing each other
on the cusp of goodbye
A prayer of forgiveness,
a desperate last sigh
Feeling the emptiness,
hearts gone to stone
Lost in the memory
—of love we had known
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
My Soul’s Domain
Wisdom is of greater weight
than valor, pride, or name
It harbors in my deepest thoughts
to rule my souls’ domain
Choices made my kingdom saved
though others yet to see
My heart and mind ensconced as one
—the future mine to free
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Fate To Recall
Life on the fringes
ignoring your pain
words were my fortress
again and again
Riding the fence line
fixing the wire
judgment expelling
intruders and liars
Distance and loneliness
harken and call
wisdom and certainty
fate to recall
One final time
to emerge from my cave
bandage your heartache
—myself I then save
(The New Room: April, 2022)
Vintage Love
A bottle of you was not enough,
I needed the whole case
With every drop and fragrance let,
uncorking my embrace
To deeply breathe your sweet perfume
and drown in nectars dew
I try to sip but lose myself
—inside your vineyard true
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2022)
Last Vial
Draining all there was to say,
he hemorrhaged one more poem
Last vial of his history,
whose burden now atoned
With final drops to say adieu,
the past and future dead
His last tomorrow here today
—and time no longer bled
(Dreamsleep: April. April 2022)
The Prize
The politics of religion,
its statues on fire
All martyred saints burning
in canonized pyre
As cardinals of vengeance
seek new hearts to be stoned
Inquisitors ramble,
the Creator on loan
The religion of politics,
papal decrees
Guilt laden promises,
salvationists fee
Crusaders on horseback,
twelve Apostles alone
Which is more dangerous,
the Word or the throne
(Chorus)
“Raise the curtain—praise the Lord,
darkness censures fast
Faith though blind, still hope to find,
beyond iconoclasts
“With eyes wide open, see the light,
all else to render lies
His love unending, given free,
eternal life the prize”
(The New Room: April, 2022)
An Anthology Of Perception 