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

Worse Than Death

Stealing my dignity in the name of love,

you took back all control

 

The past and future trading in place,

all memory untold

 

Stealing my dignity in the name of love,

child—father to the man

 

Whose power has dwindled and wheels come off,

with freedom all but banned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Truant Verse

Finding fault

with a vagrant poem,

its message left unclear

 

Falling short,

while aiming long,

to harken every ear

 

What’s left unsaid,

an unmade bed,

the sheets pulled down and bare

 

The words still truant,

their search goes on

—whose message all to share

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

The Lights Of The O.R.

Dodging a bullet,

the PET Scan loomed large…

results both good and bad

 

“Nothing today

to worry about,”

but tomorrow left unclad

 

The moment secure,

the future unsure…

prognosis under siege

 

The lights of the O.R.

 calling his name

—with hope the last reprieve

 

(University Of Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

From Beyond The Grave

I get along with

my father now,

better than when he was alive

 

The walls have dismantled,

the barriers down,

a clear vision to inside

 

The excuses we made,

 a pride that forbade,

here buried in the ground

 

As our spirits conjoin

to sail on the wind

—each other we have found

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Joni’s Circle Game

The older I get

the more I know,

everything starts as a prayer

 

The older I get

the more I’m indebted

to a voice that I can share

 

The older I get

the surer I am

that life begins and ends

 

The older I get

the richer the words

—that spoken live again

 

(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020)