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

Left Unsung

Do you see yourself inside your dream,

or chasing close behind

 

Is your love unquestioned, given free,

or bartered, contract signed

 

Are your lyrics empty without applause,

audience on the run

 

Will the future ransom a past still lost

—the moment left unsung

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

To Call From Within

Each mind is a filter…

the wheat from the chaff

 

Each vision dissected,

to cry or to laugh

 

Each chance in the moment,

to live or to hide

 

Each reason a marker,

to vow or belie

 

Each leaf that has fallen,

the price that we’ve paid

 

Each morning recalling,

which bed is unmade

 

Each voice in the distance,

one name on the wind

 

Each memory unspoken

—to call from within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

Lost In Refrain

Do you have enough stories,

have you told enough tales

 

Is your life overflowing,

with a need to regale

 

Have the roses you’ve smelled,

lined your heart or your mind

 

Is the path that you’ve chosen,

ahead or behind

 

Is your life worth a novel,

or even a poem

 

Are the years all connected,

or scattered and broken

 

If you leave only money,

or fortune, or fame

 

The last chapter unwritten

—and lost in refrain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

A Haven Safe

I write for the

aberrate visitor,

that stumbles upon my words

 

A buried shaft

for them to mine,

a voice that can be heard

 

Each poem baptized

as a child,

redemptions holy source

 

To comfort those

in pain and loss,

escape from their remorse

 

A secret voice

for searching ears,

that wander then alone

 

A haven safe

to offer hope

—and welcome them back home

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)