Told over and over,
the lie became true
As memory inverted,
the falsehood imbued
My cornerstone crumbling,
sticks piled with straw
A last self-deception
—the fantasy law
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
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
By Default
If nothing can be done
—do nothing
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Now Until Then
My Pen…
an extension
of my thoughts
and my prayers,
underlining
my feelings
for others
to share
The ink
is my history
its tracks
to begin,
a journey
connecting
what’s now
—until then
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
A Last Waltz
“I’ve come to the very end of myself,”
the day cried out to the night
“My expiration date lined in blood,
tomorrow less than bright
“My beginning and ending dancing a last waltz,
destiny writing the score
“My wick has burned down, the music has stopped
—too late to ask for more”
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Angels In Transit
Death is a journey
that’s taken alone
Released from the tempus,
our spirits to roam
Death is a servant
indentured to slave
A Master beyond
—new Angels at play
(The Book Of Prayers: February, 2021)
Chasing Its Tail
Language has limits
when backed to the wall
Its truth self-defining
by sages et al.
Language deserts us
as meaning retreats
Its light self-diffusing
—when destiny speaks
(Villanova University: January, 2021)
The Tigers Cage
Freedom comes packaged
entrapped and confined
How big is your cage,
to roam and define
Always constricted,
with borders that move
Its bars of detention
—forever reproved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
‘Mesa Verde’
No one’s ever gone
until forgotten
Their memory etched
like words in stone
—canyons to remind
(Chama New Mexico: January, 2019)
By Design
They separate us by gender,
and segregate by race
They separate us by intellect,
and isolate by taste
They separate us by fortune,
and detach us by fame
They separate us by family,
nepotism to blame
They keep us divided
through life ever long
The poles ever widening
—too lost to belong
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
Flumen Meum
My Pen
My connection,
My thoughts and
My prayers
My words
My extension,
My gift through
My air
My time
My gestation,
My daughters
My sons
My dreams
My redemption,
My river
—that runs
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
An Anthology Of Perception 