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

Fried Oysters

When I got to Heaven,

God was gone

 

His desk cleaned out,

the Angels pawned

 

Not one scant sign,

he was ever there

 

Eviction notice,

pinned to his chair

 

My ride had left,

my ticket torn

 

No place to stay,

my hopes forlorn

 

Looking down,

I saw the truth

 

The clouds were empty,

destitute

 

All tenets followed,

a promise made

 

Those things I dreamed of,

the church forbade

 

So here I stay,

imprisoned high

 

No pearly gates

—the oysters fried

 

(Rosemont College: February, 2020)

 

 

 

My Words Remain

In the company of Poets,

I make my bed

 

In the company of Poets,

I rest my head

 

In the company of Poets,

my dreams congeal

 

In the company of Poets,

my heart revealed

 

In the company of Poets,

my thoughts are brave

 

In the company of Poets,

all time a slave

 

In the company of Poets,

my wishes fly

 

In the company of Poets,

my hopes ally

 

In the company of Poets,

the road is cleared

 

In the company of Poets,

my past endeared

 

In the company of Poets,

one wish sustains

 

In the company of Poets

—my words remain

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

 

Enough

I’m young enough

and old enough

 

And smart enough

and dumb enough

 

And rich enough

and poor enough

 

To laugh enough

and cry enough

 

But fast enough

and slow enough

 

To guess enough

and know enough

 

To take enough

and give enough

 

To think enough

—and feel enough

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

One More Smile

Have I lived long enough,

have I said what I came to say

 

Is my spirit now to rest,

has the toll-way back been paid

 

Have I lived long enough,

being willful, righting wrongs

 

A last heartache twice forgiven

—one more smile before I’m gone

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

La La Land

Disappear into your smart phone,

the world outside is doomed

 

Your few remaining human traits,

have long since left the room

 

Disappear into your smart phone,

all life beyond is lost

 

Your feelings truly virtual,

you’ve paid a mighty cost

 

Disappear into your smart phone,

while others stand beside

 

And just like you they tap their screens,

faint proof that they’re alive

 

Disappear into your smart phone,

as time is winding down

 

All spirit tapped, emotion strapped,

your history lost, unfound

 

Disappear into your smart phone,

that bed you’ve left unmade

 

Your spirit cries as memory dies,

whose LaLa land you crave

 

Disappear into your smart phone,

its power now supreme

 

Your knowledge mapped and future trapped

—your destiny undreamed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)