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

Will The Present Forget

On which side of the authority line

  do you fall…

 

      The pulpit,

      The assembly line,

      The suite down the hall

 

Who makes the decisions,

  do you stand—do you kneel

 

Is it giving or receiving,

 do you take—do you steal

 

How many horizons,

  do your dreams fall behind

 

Are they distant—uncertain,

  not in view to remind

 

Where your memories lie,

  are your promises kept

 

Is the past now your future

  —will the present forget

 

 

          (Abbreviated)

 

    

    Are Promises Kept

 

Where your memories lie,

  are your promises kept

 

Is the past now your future

  —will the present forget

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Spirit’s Behest

Do you demand my lies,

 instead of the truth

 

Do you hem and sigh,

 or stammer uncouth

 

Does the word unfiltered,

 get trapped in your brain

 

Does the message uncovered,

  wash down your drain

 

Does the time spent looking,

 measure time well spent

 

Does the verbal unlocking,

  pay your spiritual rent

 

Are the memories you wished for,

   in the time you invest

 

Are the feelings you hoped for

  —at your spirit’s behest

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Our Choices

Your say download

I say upload

Diametrically opposed

 

I look up

While you look down

The truth now juxtaposed

 

I step forward

You step back

Our choices thusly shown

 

I remember

You forget

  —the difference mine to know

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Stars

Is it a memory that pushes

  the future away

 

As wishes embody our souls

 

Is it a promise that opens

  and closes our hearts

 

All hope to then console

 

Is it a longing that reigns

  over friendship now lost

 

Of times once sorely blest

 

Is it the searching for love

  and the choice to believe

 

The stars at our behest

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

When The Fates Allow

I don’t write sonnets,

 or limerick verse

 

I don’t write haiku,

 though often terse

 

I don’t write ballads,

 or Horatian odes

 

I don’t write parables,

 to self-implode

 

But I do write in rhythm,

 and often in rhyme

 

With meaning that’s buried,

 and metered in time

 

All verbal indenture,

 I must disavow

 

For the meaning to rise

 —when the fates do allow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Emergence Sublime

Existential—transcendent,

  my words free to leave

 

Though rooted inside me,

  their seeds He conceived

 

They shape and they fashion,

  a will of their own

 

Each moment unfastened,

  a prison disowned

 

Existential—transcendent

 they come and they go

 

In dreams they lie fallow

  my garden to hoe

 

I live in the knowledge,

  past matter and time

 

These words my salvation

  —emergence sublime

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)