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

Farewell To Arms

Where do you go

when your war has been won

 

The enemy vanquished,

the legion’s undone

 

What do you do

when your purpose is gone

 

The feelings still burning,

the will to fight strong

 

Where do you go,

the last battle adjourned

 

The fields lined in blood,

all caissons returned

 

As men march in unison,

their rifles unbreeched

 

A lone bugle calling

—the dead beyond reach

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

 

“Condemned To Repeat…

The Pharisees vengeance,

unleashing again

 

To kill a ‘false’ prophet,

their fear redescends

 

The cross is made ready,

like ages before

 

The nails though still rusty,

hammer deep and secure

 

Their memories short sighted,

rejecting the fact

 

The last one they crucified…

 alive and intact

 

A new Resurrection

they’re about to ensure

 

Through hatred and envy

—damnation procured

 

(For Sister Marcella: January, 2021)

 

Final Lullaby

I didn’t go far,

but I went far enough

I could have reached deeper,

though finding so much

 

I could have seen more,

but my vision remains

I could have hoped longer,

though wishes retain

 

I could have stood taller,

but my back is still straight

I could have blamed others,

though forgiveness my trait

 

I could have loved more,

but my heart is still full

Bereft of my yearnings

—eternity lulls

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)