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

Perfection Born

I wrote so many,

  in hope of one

 

A lyrical surfer,

  his wave to come

 

One verse to ride,

  the search complete

 

And all eternity

  within my reach

 

As the quiet ended

  in a thunderous roar

 

The wait was over,

  its message pure

 

All judgment past

  and future scorned

 

A timeless swell

  —perfection born

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Heaven & Hell

Do your words sharpen,

  as your feelings dull

 

Do your actions harken,

  what’s still to cull

 

Do your wheels spin faster,

  as you sink in place

 

Does the meaning retreat,

  as you blindly chase

 

Do your moments forecast

  or serve to remind

 

Does the past just bookmark

  what your future declines

 

Does the master you serve

  in false prophecy dwell

 

Do you still have the choice

  —between Heaven and Hell 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

To My Great Grandchildren

To my Grandchildren, those great and beyond,

  whom I will never meet

 

Know that I love you and have seen you in the

  eyes of your parents when they were very small

 

I’ve heard your voices in the trees, when the

  wind blows softly calling my name as I walk

 

I’ve seen your arms reaching out to me in my

  dreams, as you cry “Papa” and then drift away

 

Your spirit is mine, as my spirit is yours; and no

  lifetime can keep us apart

 

I watch over you now and will watch over you then,

  whenever the need is great

 

I’m that voice you hear when you think no one else

  listens, and no one else understands

 

And the heart that feels what you will feel, when no

   one else seems to care

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Albert’s Shadow

In his science

  he wrestled

 

With my verse

  just the same

 

As his numbers

  refigured

 

The words

  I renamed

 

Two roads

  to one place

 

Distant windows,

  one light

 

Time still to

  confound

 

Albert’s shadow

  —so bright

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)