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

A New Hand

Is mathematics a pre-school for searchers,

quantum physics grades two through four

Is what we now hold as absolute truth,

just a stairway to something much more

Are the numbers and letters so basic,

like the oils in Leonardo’s paint

Is time itself an illusion,

there to conjure and proffer restraint

But does music call out a new greeting,

as it flows past the thoughts in our mind

Is the act of our own recreating,

a new portal for what’s yet to find

And then will we ever relinquish,

YES or NO, the GOOD and the BAD

As the DNA of existence

—to those willing extends a new hand

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

The Unsung…

Every battle has its heroes,

most will go unnamed

True glory in their willingness,

to shun all praise and fame

With minds and spirits unified,

their hearts steadfast and pure

All destiny within the fight

—they ask for nothing more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

One Last Beginning

The spirit travels

where facts can’t go

Past the borders

of what’s to know

Equated speech,

its truth unrhymed

Dogmatic, to amend

in time

But freedom calls,

its voice impends

One last beginning

—that seeks no end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Eyes To Close

I love the isolation,

God help me but I do

Being alone inside my words,

neither old nor new

The rumbling of the moment,

the sound of distant drums

My eyes to close upon myself

—time now zero sum

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

End Of All Ends

The bloody footsteps of man,

EXTINCTION

A different kind of death

(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)

Spoken Left

Consciousness is split in two,

the left side has a voice

The right side listens mute aware,

the left side has a choice

Two conscious beings inside one brain,

split left and right distinct

As knowledge shared is spoken left

—each time you stop and think

(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)

Hope Afire

Faith is stronger than its outcome,

an end unto itself

Where souls enmire in hope afire

—to light the dream indwelt

(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2019)

Hollow Drums

Disco burnout,
fever rampant erosion

Empty glances,
mirrored hollow drums

Bleeding, starving,
passive alertness

Madeup, putdown
—treadmill run

(Woodlands Hotel: Wilkes Barre- January, 1980)

All Verses Called Back

Will your writing change when death comes to call,

knowing it’s time for goodbye

Will each word become richer, each memory dear,

in the limited by and by

As finality beckons, will conviction resolve,

each day meaning more than the last

Your faith shaken then stirred, all verses called back

—eternity’s epitaph

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

The Joker’s Curse

Does life resemble a deck of cards,

shuffled back and forth

On brighter days with Ace’s high,

dark days the Joker’s curse

And what about that Wild Card,

that one you can’t be sure

If it will serve to win the day

—or fold your hand once more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)