I don’t make excuses,
and won’t pretend
But I do attack,
and will defend
If your argument’s weak,
with reasons thin
No mercy shown
—or truce to win
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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
No Words Left
Where are the voices crying out
from the din
Where is the blood you spilled
from within
Where is that Siren who once
called your name
Where is the fortune promised
by fame
Where is the promise you made
to yourself
Where is that demon unseen but
still felt
Where is the beacon to lighten
your ink
Where is the harbor this side of
the brink
Where is the feeling,
hearts lost in the fall
Where is the meaning
—no words left to call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
An Irish Poet
Irish by choice,
the teachers did fail
Attacking my voice,
as a group to assail
The structures they hammered,
the forms they imposed
All lost to my whimsy
—whose words I then chose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
A Devil’s Hell
To be judged by fools
—where Devils go to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Zero Funds
Just a broken poet,
at an A.T.M.
His stomach cries out,
words hunger within
The nights are the longest,
cold darkens and chills
Fresh words on account,
new credit distills
Pushing buttons while bent,
with hope standing tall
An answer comes back,
‘Zero Funds To Withdraw’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
The Wings Of An Angel
God is a Poet,
his blessings in rhyme
Salvation unmetered,
inspiration divine
His voice calls us inward,
temptation now gone
Where the wings of an Angel
—carry words into song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Love Waits…
Time waits…
the handmaiden of love
Love waits
—only upon itself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Your Swinging Door
I answered with love,
you questioned
with anger and pain
I held you close,
but your eyes
failed me again
I told you truly,
as my wishes
dropped to the floor
Your smile my captor,
my heart
—your swinging door
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Nightmare Awoken
Avatar Queen
The mask or the screen,
What’s never to know
What’s never to see
Avatar Queen
Your name to mislead,
One more cryptic posting
That always deceives
Avatar Queen
Both petty and preened,
The bees in your bonnet
No stinger foreseen
Avatar Queen
You know what I mean,
With feelings all borrowed
And vistas unseen
Avatar Queen
The sourest cream,
No reason to wish
All hope dressed in green
Avatar Queen
Your anger unweaned,
My answer then sharp
My rapier free
Avatar Queen
Not to sleep or to dream,
Your nightmare awoken
In daylight you scream
Avatar Queen
One curse washes clean,
Your blessings defaced
—no chance to redeem
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Captive Of Love
What the heart holds captive
—the mind will never free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
An Anthology Of Perception 