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

Within Us All…

No people or culture

lack the knowledge of God,

no matter how tribal

or famed

 

A Buddhist, Swahili,

a Mayan or Jew,

His message embedded,

ingrained

 

Those willing to listen

and heed to His call,

a power within

drives them on

 

Until Armageddon

brings light to the dark,

our natures so given

—to Him will belong

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022)

Until The Mirror Cracks

The ego of the atheist,

himself the standard bearer

Where power of a mortal mind,

inflates beyond repair

 

His facts he weds intensely,

dimension fencing in

What’s not explained, he must profane,

all emptiness within

 

Whose formulas and strictures,

his Rosary to proclaim

What can’t be solved, new facts resolve,

dismissive in his shame

 

The ending predetermined,

his choices lock the door

Alone, his dialectic dies

—naked to implore

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022)

Spiration

Water, ice, and steam,

the Trinity as seen 

Three persons unto God,

whose will and spirit laud

 

In Holy contradiction,

their essence so defined

Divine interpretation,

eternity sublime

 

This moment of no matter,

nor past nor futures blamed

embedded in our deepest selves,

beyond forsaken claims

 

“All glory to the Father,

devotion to the Son

Open to the Holy Ghost,

proclaimed—our souls become”

 

(Beaupre: January, 2022)

Medium Vitae

What is the value

of faith without doubt

Love without hatred,

peace without routs

 

What is the meaning

of joy without pain

Words without silence,

sun without rain

 

Into the middle

both sides fall within

Dimension redundant,

all endings begin

 

The yin and the yang

the long and the short

When hands clasp together

—right left to import

 

(The New Room: December, 2021)

One Choice Remains

Often life more cruel than death,

pandemics to defy

Each breath of pain a new refrain,

whose fate we must comply

 We live each choice right to the end,

all consequence dethroned

Until the reaper grants reprieve,

no mercy to be shown

 This giant chorus sings aloud,

discordant and alone

The fear we face subservient to

the dread of the unknown

Those tracks we leave with blood to mark,

the distant by and by

One choice remains to end the game

—a final last goodbye

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)