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

Too Late For Sorrow

While bending the rules,

and strattling the line

I pushed every limit,

calling it mine

 

Tearing down fences,

defiantly proud

The direst warnings,

rebutted out loud

 

One last price to pay,

its ticket to stamp

Shadows concealing

my spiritual ramp

 

Each vow that I’ve broken,

those things left undone

The man I became

—a life zero sum

 

(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2020)

Spiritus Vitae

Short in stature,

long in fight,

the zealot stood his ground

 

The odds unfavored,

no end in sight,

 victory still unfound

 

The daylight haunting,

the body count,

the field a sea of blood

 

A bugle blowing

for one last charge,

advancing through the mud

 

With force depleted

but spirit whole,

his voice heard far and wide…

 

“Into the jaws

of certain death

—for glory now we ride”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

 

 

For Something More

I’ve crawled through the logic,

but where’s the trap door

 

The one to escape through,

where there’s something more

 

I’ve labored with reason,

my notes here to show

 

Its path ever narrow,

restricting the flow

 

Epistemological

gods of my youth

 

Now dust covered relics

and long in the tooth

 

The ethical paradigm,

sainted deceit

 

Whose judgment is final,

yet hard to believe

 

Dichotomy calling,

 last road to go down

 

Until love’s dialectic

—turns me around

 

(Villanova University: September, 2020)

Stage Left

Auditioning for myself

the lights went down

the sound amped up

my head turned round

 

Auditioning for myself

the handbill flew

into the seats

the chosen few

 

Auditioning for myself

last line unread

the words reborn

inside my head

 

Auditioning for myself

I begged my leave

the stage door open

—a last reprieve

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)