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

Our Gateway

There just below the surface,

more present than you know

 

A prophetic Jeremiah,

calls out to us to know

 

His message serves as warning,

“False idols block the light”

 

Our gateway through the darkness

—his vision gifting sight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

The Prose Waits

If you finally struck gold

And were digging out the mine

Would you leave it for a month

And come back to what you’d find

 

That’s the way I feel each day

Being blessed to write verse

The prose insanely waiting

—for my voice to reverse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Forever To Deceive

Step out from behind your ego,

see what others see

 

An imperfect vacuum caught in time,

a drum with empty beat

 

The mirror lies habitual,

to pose as your best friend

 

A single letter does conspire,

whose “I,” your will portends

 

That monetary wardrobe,

gold patches on your sleeves

 

To hide the truth you’ve left unsaid

—forever to deceive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Still They Call

Some poems are true monuments,

some lower to the ground

 

Some verse is loaded, stacked, and piled,

some stored away till found

 

A phrasing here, a meaning there,

now where to put it all

 

As voices cry within the womb

—unborn, but still they call

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)