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

Prisoner Of Time

Does your past

inhibit the meaning

 

Does a smile work

 to cover your pain

 

Does today lie in wait

for tomorrow

 

Your messages cleft,

forever the same

 

Do you write before feelings

have woken

 

The letters pretty, in cursive

review

 

When your words leave the pulpit

unspoken

 

Do you retreat to the very

last pew

 

Taking refuge,

as twilight approaches

 

All windows shuttered,

any truth to mime

 

Those orphaned moments

 to hold you captive

 

And a victim

—the prisoner of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Unfamiliar Ground

Does loneliness strike when entering a new space,

that we choose, or is chosen for us

 

Is the isolation a door to where we must go,

a new portal, our spirits in flux

 

Is being alone the price that we pay,

breaking through, old walls to come down

 

Fresh voices to translate, new whispers to hear

—as we tread unfamiliar ground

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Portrait Of The Artist As An Old Man

What once held me captive,

now sets me free

 

My wanderlust blowing away

 

The clouds and horizon,

that buttressed my world

 

Meld, as the night into day

 

Those words never chosen,

survive on their own

 

Verses dry, all wings taking flight

 

What used to confound me,

present, future, and past

 

Joined as one—in a fusion of light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)