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

Its Only Cost

Here today and gone tomorrow,

the worm can quickly turn

 

A sun last set, all vision spent,

the sum of what you’ve learned

 

The baton is passed, your race has run,

the finish line now crossed

 

With memories firm and wishes free

—your soul its only cost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Only A Poet

Only A Poet…

  can change feelings into air,

  birthing new memory

 

Only A Poet…

  can transform night into day,

  lighting our spirits

 

Only A Poet…

  can define the indefinable,

  words meaning more than their letters allow

 

And only a Poet…

   can stab time in the heart,

   to bleed free and eternal

    —only a Poet

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Love Disowned

As days split off

and drift away,

their dreams remain with me

 

Words as jewels

and treasured pawn,

 whose tickets cancelled—flee

 

The nights adopted

   orphaned suns,

those times you woke and lied

 

My heart left bare

myself to wed,

your wound still deep inside

 

From spells you cast

upon our gift,

and conjured into stone

 

The past is black

all future gone,

and present—love disowned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

There’s A Line

Like a wounded dog,

who never forgets

 

This memory will

not fade

 

My warning stated,

“The Ice Is Thin”

 

Where my sun turns

into shade

 

If I told you once,

I told you twice

 

“There’s a line,
you’re not to cross”

 

But your love trespassed,

with payment deep

 

Where my bite breaks through

the frost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)