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

My Destiny Within

I bent my will into the wind,

a final last rebuttal

 

And felt it rage against my soul,

in anger that was total

 

I pressed again, and then again,

and waited for an answer

 

It blew back hard, and harder still,

its force a rabid dancer

 

One last time I pushed it back,

its vortex caving in

 

Whose fury split in breezes tamed

—my destiny within

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

 

 

Old Souls

Old souls know about money,

and run from it more than the rest

 

They’ve witnessed the toll it exacts,

they’ve witnessed the joy it rejects

 

An old soul lives on a shoestring,

tied to something that money can’t buy

 

An old soul is not bought so cheaply

—as that new soul that’s never flown high

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

 

The Last Setting Sun

He defeated his family…

this battle was won

 

The war still in doubt,

a General shunned

 

The casualties lingered,

 fatalities mount

 

Old reasons to fester,

in spite of the count

 

His Grandmother’s death,

the last coup de gras

 

The love of his life,

he held her till gone

 

But after her funeral,

his troops on the run

 

Tents folded and burned

—the last setting sun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)