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

Words Unspoken

Have your words stayed unspoken,

   to mislead or confuse?

 

Those phrases kept distant,

  the voice of the Muse?

 

Have your words stayed unspoken,

  as you’ve traveled in vain?

 

Your mileposts painted,

  with fury and pain?

 

Have your words stayed unspoken,

   are your motives still pure?

 

Your thoughts as intended

   —or to even the score?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Clever

I hate the word clever,

  it seeks to demean

 

With hidden entendre’

  and devious schemes

 

I hate how it sounds,

  as it rolls off the tongue

 

To strike from all language

   —if my power was sum

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

Seasons Recouple

There’s comfort in knowing,

  things come and they go

 

The wind brings a newness,

  whether lilac or snow

 

There’s joy in all laughter,

   freely accrued

 

Music in words,

  spoken only by you

 

A place to be born,

  a moment to die

 

An ending beginning,

  last chance to decide

 

That question unasked,

  its answer unclaimed

 

Both orphans of joy

  … no adopted refrain

 

To sing from the rafters,

  an unfinished hymn

 

That angel before you,

   the angel within

 

Death’s only proffer

  …remembrance to lose

 

As the seasons recouple

  —your world again new

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)