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 Title

The Poetry Of Friends

  The Music Of Love

 

The Beginning Of The End

  Death From Above

 

The Unwritten Word

  Wuthering Heights

 

All Truth Now Unheard

  A Thief In The Night

 

Advise And Consent

  A Darkening Sun

 

An Anthology Of Perception

  All Truth On The Run

 

A Book Never Lent

  A Farewell To Arms

 

With Time Better Spent

  Entranced By Your Charm

 

The Wind In The Willows

  The Catcher In The Rye

 

Death Calls You Silent

  The Long Goodbye

 

The Flight Out Of Nowhere

   A Midsummer Night’s Dream

 

That Someone To Care

  Islands In The Stream

 

The Reasons Left Unsettled

  To Loan Sacred Ground

 

Hansel And Gretel

  Once Lost And Then Found

 

One Unto Many

  Many Unto One

 

Befriending Your Enemy

  A Raisin In The Sun

 

The Russians Are Coming

  What Is To Be Done

 

The Fire Now Burning

  Fathers And Sons

 

All Freedom Aborting

  Last Link In The Chain

 

The Message Retorting

  A Universe Shamed

 

That Moment To Enslave

  Destiny’s Child

 

Lonely Are The Brave

  The Call Of The Wild

 

With Hope Now Asunder

  Lone Wolf At The Door

 

The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter

  —Our Final Encore

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

One Word Of Hope

I’d rather write the truest book

  for just one man to read

 

Than draft that one of mass appeal

  to blush but never bleed

 

I’d rather speak that one great line

  to a canyon vast and wide

 

Than forever to recite mundane

  what an audience will comply

 

I’d rather die a poet’s death

  than an actors out on loan

 

I’d rather live within myself

  than in crowds where I’m alone

 

I’d rather give my last few breaths

  to that child at my knee

 

And leave with him one word of hope

  —that he may then set free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

 

Forever Carried Away

With prose…

I saw only with my eyes,

as the words left my hand 

 

With poetry…

my eyes were abandoned,

leaving only my heart 

 

But in the distance played a lyric,

freeing what my words

could never unchain 

 

And hearing its melody,

my heart forever carried away

  —in song 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

Coloring In The Spaces

Trying to understand

  why you marked up your body

  —I stared at the ink

 

The memory of your open promise

  still inside of me

   —unfulfilled

 

Retracing that promised memory

  with new symbols

   —stained forever

 

You colored in the empty spaces

  I was unable

   —or unwilling to see

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

 

 

To Love No More

I lifted you into my heart

But one arm was missing

As single wing and one handed

I carried you inside

All the while, you pointing at

My lost absent limb…

You told me you’d love me

If I could find that one misplaced part

The part that would then

Make me whole

I looked into tomorrow

And searched through the past

But my arm had reached out

For something beyond my ability to see

I could still feel the numbing sensation

Of pain

Where the arm had previously

Been attached

The vibration of loss

Now prosthetic for all that was severed

You pitied my deformity as I hid

My eyes

As best I could with only one hand

Telling me the fault was mine

For always reaching beyond what I

Could know or see…

And with your final stroke of malice

You left me further disabled

Climbing back outside a wish I knew

Was never to be mine…

When you left you found the old world

Different than the one you thought you knew

A desert of frozen stone with a black sky now

Surrounded the stillness of your abandoned love…

As you hesitated to turn around and

Reenter my world

The one that just a moment ago you had

Admonished and left for good

A lone arm reached out and closed the door

Behind you

Leaving you abandoned in a sea of loneliness

And despair

  —to love no more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

Dedicated To Lisa Wynn in the next AOP.