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

Here But Gone

The present once noted,

is really the past

A thirtieth of a second,

perception if fast

Most people are slower,

the flash that accepts

What our psyche affirms

—now gone and reset

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Baptism Of Denial

No power

can break a man’s grip

on his own throat

Or offer redemption

with belief

unproclaimed

(Dreamsleeep: December, 2019)

Emotional Bondage

Most days writing filler,

the Muse to appease

The words poorly chosen,

no ace up my sleeve

Each phrase a fulfillment,

old promises made

With feelings in Limbo

—my pen to enslave

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Spirit’s Transform

Theoretically,

we die from the moment conceived

Functionally,

we die when beset with disease

That space in between…

the land of our dreams

Where spirit’s transform

—our souls to release

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Body And Soul

My life is a Poem,

not one chosen line

And travels within me,

each mountain I climb

It dwells symbiotic,

between body and soul

To hearten each moment

—keeping me whole

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Lifeline

Religion levels the playing field,

money replaced by hope

For those destitute with hills to climb

salvation—heaven’s rope

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Last Cradle

The footsteps of darkness,

approach from behind

On death’s quiet tiptoes,

to shadow and find

Once shoulder to shoulder,

the clock starts to stop

The future detaching

—last cradle unrocked

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Winter’s Night

How many sunrises will I see,

how many poems will I write

How many Spring’s to then deceive

—until Autumn surrenders to Winter’s night

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Spitting In The Wind

Death is not a failing

—only its denial

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)

Guardians Of Tomorrow

All history must we study,

but not enslave ourselves

As we forge on in tribute

—intrepid to foretell

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)