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

I Think…

I remember art deco things,

 I remember peaches and wine

 

I remember sirens in the night,

 I remember waving goodbye

 

I remember the boardwalk on a cloudy day,

 I remember an elephant in pink

 

I remember the fire engine returning

 I remember my father—I think

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) 

    ‘Memories of Margate during the Korean War’

 

Blindfolded

Dying the slow death of political infection,

it hides within our words

 

As we try to run, and try to hide,

its plague a constant scourge

 

Poisoning the water, despoiling our thoughts,

all freedom it commands

 

Directing the folly, conscripting all joy

—our blindfold it demands

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)

Double-Edge

The better Angels of our nature…

the Devil only laughs

 

Laying traps as yet unseen,

in virtues aftermath

 

Reluctant aspiration,

free will a double edge

 

That takes us high while honing doubts

—of falling off the ledge

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

Silent Night

Where would we be without language,

still naked around the fire

 

Trading bones with a grunt or moan,

very little to inspire

 

How could we live without meaning,

every question held at bay

 

Our futures dark, discovery stark,

all knowledge yea or nay

 

In a world without transcendence,

harboring ignorance and fright

 

All answers buried within lost words

—silent in the night

 

(Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2019)