Talent versus genius,
innate the spirit cries
Surpassed by something undefined
—old limits left behind
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
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
Today’s Gift
Fading in the distance,
years trapped inside the past
The future just beyond our reach,
its vacuum deep and vast
Each moment to remind us,
when looking North and South
The horse’s mouth will speak the truth
—when present here and now
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Hiding In Plain Sight
Tranquil and quiet…
a walk in the park
Until life’s Trojan Horse
rolls in from the dark
Cancer invading,
you must parry back
Each moment recaptured
—a present still wrapped
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
The Best Thing
To believe or deny,
enlightenment dares
Our lack of acceptance,
a three-legged chair
We feel it and breathe it,
and live it for sure
As minds are left gasping
at something so pure
At this very point
rejection sets in
Our spirit’s attacked,
the reasoning thin
Century upon century
will come and will go
But what can’t be explained
—the best thing to know
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
Through The Looking Glass
We have only our perceptions,
but how honest can they be
Where one man sees the color red,
the colorblind can’t see
When trapped in three dimensions,
we must push against the walls
Until we’re free of all constraints
—and clarity befalls
(Wayne Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
A Higher Enchantment
Is there anything language
can’t possibly express
Words falling short,
all speech in distress
Are there concepts so deep,
they cannot be described
To experience beyond
any speaker or scribe
A higher enchantment,
a deeper enthrall
The logic of which
is bereft to recall
Expression in handcuffs,
perception moves on
Searching the cosmos
—its melody strong
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Repudium
I asked again for everything…
she gave nothing in return
A jilted strand of loneliness
—unwoven and unheard
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
One Face
I met a man along the bank,
come back from Galilee
He took my hand and spoke my name,
which he was not privy
His head was crowned with sunlit fire,
his eyes like mine so blue
And as we looked into the pond,
one face stared back—not two
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Bread Of Life
Christians flock into their churches,
travelers hit the road
Searching for what’s beyond their view
in spirit overload
To leave behind the past imprisoned,
stilted and controlled
The blacktop chanting “come what may”
—a eucharistic whole
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Ten Miles South
Repeating on and on without changing,
the boredom settled in
Lost in endless repetition,
ten miles South of what might have been
A broken record skipping, skipping,
the groundhog’s prediction thin
Burrowing out the same old hole
—ten miles South of what might have been
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
