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

Time Is Near

The leaves are falling,

birds in song

 

Memory lingers,

tomorrow gone

 

A promise spoken,

solemn vow

 

The present honored,

faith avowed

 

Years enlighten,

age sets in

 

Youth remembered,

deep within

 

Gates now beckon,

pearl’s endear

 

Hearts unburdened

—time is near

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Only Shame

Man’s inhumanity to man,

knows no country, religion, or race

 

Man’s inhumanity to man,

the only shame time cannot erase

 

Man’s inhumanity to man,

as constant as the spring driven rain

 

Man’s inhumanity to man

—rising over and over again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Dilettante

To no one in particular,

but everyone out loud

 

What you portend as Poetry,

should never make you proud

 

The words are so revealing,

of what’s not inside your head

 

Your heart lies soundly sleeping,

there forever in your bed

 

The words you do disservice,

as the rhyme you then defame

 

The couplets maimed and slaughtered,

with free verse then just the same

 

With your voice not flat or tinny,

maybe you should try to sing

 

Because verse as you now write it

—is a bee that cannot sting

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)