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

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)

Now Unfelt

Twas once a time you owned my heart,

  then Laura stole it back

 

Through all those years our hearts on fire,

  she waited and she sat

 

She hoped one day our lives would part,

  to never meet, as then…

 

Her voice so soft had cried at night,

  “I want you back again”

 

“You need to promise me this time,

  you’ll never leave me cold

 

“And even if you dally forth,

  your Muse I will behold

 

“To heal you of this tragic drought,

  you brought upon yourself

 

“And give you back the future-past

    —whose presence now unfelt”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)