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

Your Captive Voice

Lusting after a song unsung,

I hunted through your fear

 

And trapped the demon that kept you mute,

blood dripping from my spear

 

Desirous of your captive voice,

I hung its head up high

 

And waited for you to sing at last

—no longer love denied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

No Longer Asking

There’s a clarity that comes with age,

confusion on the run

 

The light much brighter deep inside,

no writing on the come

 

My youth endeavors, drifting lines,

those hedges where I’d hide

 

Have all been trimmed or taken down,

left nothing to deny

 

There’s a clarity that comes with age,

lens sharpened, filters off

 

Regrets left bleeding where they fell,

to die amongst the frost

 

When morning comes my eyes are clear,

the past a long goodbye

 

My vision focused on my dreams

—no longer asking why

 

(Bryn Mawr College: April, 2020)

 

 

His Destiny Wed

In the song of the antelope,
the Prince heard his Queen

Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen

The tower still distant,
its ramparts on guard

Just one point of entry,
a hero’s reward

The mist in the valley,
her prison unseen

Through clouds in the distance,
her pleadings, her screams

The miles before him,
twin antlers ahead

His future unfolding
—his destiny wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)

The Twilight Haze

I wandered among the springtime trees,

and in the stillness they reached out

 

To touch each feeling within my heart,

giving cover to my doubt

 

My life sequestered as I walk alone,

past memories deeply felt

 

The social ramblings of a world at war,

now distanced from itself

 

Like nothing’s happened they praise the earth,

their blossoms all ablaze

 

While the quiet thunders upon itself

—inside this twilight haze

 

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

Until Night

The Genie-us crawled silently out of the old clock,

and climbed up the bookshelves at night

 

The Genie-us then read from the pages forbidden,

feeling shame with a lusty delight

 

The Genie-us returned as the sun came up,

crawling inside the tall clock in the hall

 

The old pendulum again swinging, the chimes reset

—until darkness anew comes to call

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)