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

The Lion’s Roar

Can you save it in a poem,

as you free the words out loud

 

Can you write it as a picture,

softly drifting to the clouds

 

Can you fill the lines with music,

as the verse begins to score

 

Can you leave a troubled listener,

feeling better—wanting more

 

Can you deem the time now timeless,

with your message in the wind

 

Can you find yourself left breathless,

as your ending then begins

 

Can you defend the sacred question,

for those who came before

 

Can that poem with its gentle hand

—release the lions roar

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

That One Reader

I don’t write for other poets,

God condemn me if I do

 

My words all gifted freely,

to those searching hard and true

 

I don’t write for academics,

as they archive others thoughts

 

I write for that one reader

—whose emotions can’t be bought

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Your Spirit Freed

Do you remember what you’ve written,

can you elicit every thought

 

Does it stay within your memory,

or escape to others sought

 

Is it linear or transcendent,

on the page or in the wind

 

Can you still retain the title

—to what your spirit freed within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Uncertainties Lair

Sneaking into the enemy camp,

the guards all fast asleep

 

Crawling past the sorrow and pain,

old promises to keep

 

Deep within the saboteurs grasp,

for one last time, alone

 

Burrowing into uncertainties lair

—to despoil the unknown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Deaths Twins

The friendly enemy,

or enemy friend

 

What matters the difference,

or need to pretend

 

Either stabbed in the front,

or knifed in the back

 

The wound just as fatal,

in either attack

 

Blood given freely,

or blood taken dark

 

Veins running empty,

leading back to the heart

 

To face it undaunted,

or preyed from the rear

 

Deaths twins will approach

—on the tip of one spear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

My Dying Rage

Forever an outsider,

a key without a door

 

Locked in your detention,

its barrier secure

 

Always on the outside,

forever looking in

 

My actions well intended,

your eyes see only sin

 

I spend my time in silence,

rejection as a friend

 

These years I serve in exile,

one word from you could end

 

The walls keep growing thicker,

blank paper for a cage

 

My spark now just a flicker

—to light my dying rage

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)