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

Prisoner Of Disguise

The words flock together

  and stretch on the frame

 

Their meaning runs over,

  still wet from the pain

 

The canvas is porous,

  the easel maligned

 

The curtains blow outward,

  faces calling in mime

 

The streets all a-chatter,

   it was Paris in spring

 

And striving to look busy,

  the most important of things

 

Looking back at my window,

  above the tannery so high

 

A shadow stares back

  —and I flee in disguise

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

Vanity’s Ghost

The narcissism

 of small differences…

 

The egos crown

 of thorns

 

The sharper each

 individual barb

 

The more frequently

 it’s worn

 

A grand

 pontification

 

Whose wind

 blows just one way

 

Into the face of

 vanity’s ghost

 

In jealous

 —disarray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Undiscovered Reverie

Does infinity

 come in sizes

 

Does forever

 stop and start

 

Does totality beckon

 then fall away

 

 —dissolving into parts

 

Is gravity

 a lost dimension

 

Is pure mathematics

 number free

 

Is a concept real

 if it’s never been thought

 

  —undiscovered reverie

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

 

Joy Out Front

No matter how great the versing

 writing always lacks the note

 

That music plants inside our souls

 words by their nature rote

 

Its melody takes you skyward

 all reason left behind

 

Pure joy out front to then surround

 —what substitutes as mind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)