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

Water From Ice

A spinner of poetry,

a weaver of prose

 

A seeker of truth,

or deceiver of both

 

Will verse be in conflict,

with chapter’s unrhymed

 

Can the feeling’s transfer,

is there likeness in kind

 

Will I always remember,

which prayer I must pray

 

Does the magic get lost,

if the wheat’s in the hay

 

Can I capture this moment,

be it virtue or vice

 

In my verse or a novel

—drawing water from ice

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Eternity Unknown

Did you try to take it with you,

did you really think you could

 

Did your journey end abruptly,

as you never thought it would

 

Are those things that you acquired,

much of comfort to you now

 

Are those dreams left uninspired,

parked on someone else’s cloud

 

Did you once just say “I’m sorry,”

for those things you didn’t do

 

Did you weep in fearful moments,

for those things you wished you knew

 

Was your lack of all contrition,

what’s now written on your stone

 

Is your map unmarked and barren

—all eternity unknown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Doubt Betrayed

Is it in the heart

Or in the eyes

For all you see

To then despise

Is it anger first

Or love at last

Can you judge the future

By the past

Does the meaning change

With every choice

Your words return

Another’s voice

Last wish you make

One vow to pray

Your vision strikes

—all doubt betrayed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Our Presents Lay

What determines genius…

an endowment or a choice

 

Is there destiny in all of us,

waiting for a voice

 

Is to reject your epiphany,

most used as an excuse

 

By those who pull the shades down low,

the darkness theirs to choose

 

Was Van Gogh so enlightened,

when he cut off his left ear

 

Or Joplin ever doubtful,

when she sang beyond her fear

 

Is genius so misunderstood,

its meaning false portrayed

 

That we see gifts in others

—as we let our presents lay

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Orphaned Moments

Do your lies hold as hostage,

every truth you never told

 

Has your heart become a stranger,

to the wishes it unfolds

 

Is your past if then forsaken,

free at last of its own self

 

Orphaned memories never spoken

—orphaned moments never felt

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)