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

Occam’s Retort

Competing infinities,

which one to choose

Existential polarities,

exchanging their views

Superpositioned,

anthropic in scope

The tradeoff endemic,

whose difference elopes

Twin parallel universes

push and then pull

Existing in quantum,

the vacuum is full

Symbiotic in concept,

his razor now sharp

As we search for their meaning

—ever lost in the dark

(Villanova University: March, 2021)

William Tell Remembered

A flash of light,

a cloud of dust,

a joyous moment

beneath the rust

A hearty vision

with silver streaks,

unmasking boyhood

—in memories deep

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: March, 2021)

Ghost Writers

Letting the page breathe,

my pen in its well

The letters enchanted,

recasting their spell

Beginning then ending,

beginning again

Rewriting the master

—their magic amends

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Silence

Keep your words close

—but silence closer

(Grantham New Hampshire: July, 2016)

Brush Strokes & Margins

I can’t draw,

but I paint

I still sin,

but a saint

I talk best

when I’m mute

All I’ve lost

in pursuit

I begin

at the middle

And end

at the start

To give back

to the silence

This thing

—we call art

(The New Room: March, 2021)

The Old Woman Says…

“You’ve got more past than future,”

she said without a smile

“The hours lost will not rewind,

your pendulum beguiled

“You’ve got more past than future,”

the hag said one last time

“Your legacy a broken spring

—whose clock no longer chimes”

(Valley Forge Memorial Bell Tower: March, 2021)

The Mousetrap Revisited

Entrapping the magic,

philosophers moan

Theory after theory,

no meat on the bone

They label and mark,

their didactics retooled

Force feeding their ramble

to dilettante-fools

And when in the end

they are then proven wrong

They slink back to their hollows,

where the vanquished now throng

But a new tier of ‘masters’

has taken their place

To lecture and spiel

—and pontificate

(Baldwin School: March, 2021)

Blurring The Lines

If being and the world

are one and the same

Then thinking and thoughts

are together to name

With freedom and consciousness

semantically fused

All judgment and will

—symbiotically cued

(Baldwin School: March, 2021)

Toll-Free

Verse is but a vehicle

to where my words are bound

The cargo much more precious

than structure that surrounds

The driving force empowered,

hands firm upon the wheel

The road to ever open up

—with all I say and feel

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)

Cross Currents

If we could touch time

or taste a new dream

Awareness exploding,

beyond the extreme

To see every fragrance

or hear every wile

Our senses emboldened

—as memory smiles

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)