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

Verus Amor

A painting will never love you back,

like a woman or a child

 

An opera may cause your heart to sing,

then leave you twice beguiled

 

Platonic zeal may fill the hours,

a pleasant interlude

 

But requited love will change your life

—and end your solitude

 

(Haverford Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Beyond The Garden

Is knowledge just the memory

of what has gone before

Our current thoughts a window dress,

in search of something more

 

Are ideas in our DNA,

and cellular as such

Feelings lost within those thoughts,

wading through the dust

 

Is our soul but then a footnote

to a novel other writ

Our searching doomed to wander back

—beyond the starts and fits

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Plato Was Right

Without exception, throughout all time,

governments devolve

 

Aristocracy, the Philosopher King,

benign in his resolve

 

Timocracy, the city state,

landed and secure

 

The Oligarch, his army placed,

to rule in peace and war

 

Democracy, each voice to shout,

as chaos takes the reins

 

When Tyranny must force its hand

—as socialists have deigned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

 

The Way Back

 

‘You’ll never step into the same river twice,’

the future now the past

 

Motion the only constancy,

beyond all time to last

 

You will never see the mountain,

by staring in its face

 

Perspective shorn and vision torn,

its image out of place

 

You’ll never look into your soul,

while outside glancing in

 

Its essence what you’re running from

—whose gateway leads to Him

 

(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020)