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

Grains Of Time

A gold mine under a closed saloon,

empty bottle on the bar

 

While we wait and while we hope,

old memories travel far

 

Its sidewalks float with the summer rain,

nuggets rising through the sand

 

What was once will be again

—each grain of time at hand

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Hope Never Rests

While looking for a bridge

to cross over tonight

 

Connecting time honored values

to internet blight

 

I thought and I pondered,

as I surfed on the net

 

But the things that it offered

were sadly abject

 

Where is the laughter,

the thrill of the chase

 

Through forest and meadow,

with all of your mates

 

Gone is the connection,

looking eye into eye

 

Replaced with an I-pad,

and virtual lies

 

The children are programmed,

their bits and their bytes

 

With screens the new playgrounds,

their couches—their life

 

Where all of this leads,

I’m fearful to know

 

As I look for that bridge,

where our youth can still go

 

To return from the chaos,

to a welcoming time

 

Where friendships were made,

in a tree you just climbed

 

But the harder I search,

the dimmer it gets

 

Quicksand reinvented,

their minds it besets

 

Though cards stack against me,

I remain on my quest

 

The young are still worth it

—and hope never rests

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)