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

That Look Remains

There’s a look…

That look

In a persons eyes,

When they’ve

Transcended

Nationality and race,

Social position

And wealth

 

In silent visits

They come to pray,

Their bodies

No longer

Controlling their spirit,

But that look,

That look

—remains

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Contraband

Do you play inside the Corn Flakes,

or are corn stalks more you game

 

Is that Hersey Bar the answer,

or the cocoa or cocaine

 

Do you clerk for someone’s feelings,

inspiration to be damned

 

Your legacy an afterthought

—another’s contraband

 

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)

My Crutch

I’ve written over a thousand Poems,

in search of just that one

 

Each word to slay the demon time,

each phrase my soul respun

 

I’ve come so close a hundred nights,

to see but not to touch

 

Then left to limp between the lines

—their failure now my crutch

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

The Encore

Are you now denied all access

Has your ticket long been punched

Is your fear stuck in the alley

Intermezzo—out to lunch

 

Will you ever see the picture

From the far end of the line

Would the curtain serve to raise your hopes

Can a loser ever shine

 

The doorman calls “It’s Showtime”

As the lights all start to dim

An usher shouts “There’s One Seat Left”

You madly rush within

 

With eyes that fight the darkness

You find that one last chair

And on the stage, hope kisses fear

—all encores yours to share

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)