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

Waiting

Marooned inside the shallows

—stalked by the next rising tide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

My Soul To Shine

My DNA lettered

My bloodstream in verse

My feelings in couplets

My last goes to first

My thinking in prose

My expression in rhyme

My horizons unwritten

My soul there to shine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

Praying For The Light

I know that I believe,

never sure of whom or what that is

I know that I can see,

never sure of what’s beyond my sight

I’ve heard your pleading heart,

never sure of how that makes me feel

As I stand inside this shadow waiting

—praying for the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

Ecstacy

I’d rather be ecstatic

in uncomfortable surroundings

Than miserable

—in comfort and shame

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

Meadow So Dear

A ray of warm sunshine

sparkling delight

An arrival so blessed

on wings of a sprite

Its music plays silent

from distant to near

Springtime is calling

—the meadow so dear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

Till Our Wishes

I lived inside her laughter,

I slept inside her song,

I wrote inside her meaning

—till our wishes all were gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

A Note To Time

Refortifying myself…

I expected less and less

From you

My inner world unfolding

All window dressing cast aside

My spirit entrusted to

Those moments still to come

The truth now able to settle

And learn

My secret voice conscious of

What my curiosity and reflection

—have yet to see

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Now—Then

When did the global depression

begin

When did the leaves start to

wither and fall

When did the answers start questioning

themselves

When did the love vanish that springtime

recalls

Now, every method begets nothing

but madness

Now, the rotten pudding harbors proof

deep within

Now, every deal is dealt straight

from the bottom

Now, disowned and orphaned

—the truth cowers in sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)

If The Moment Repeats

If you want to accomplish something,

stop talking

If you want to get somewhere,

start walking

If you want to be someone,

stop wishing

If you find your table bare,

start fishing

If the door remains barred and closed,

knock again

If the meaning lags behind intent,

yourself befriend

If the sentences won’t start or end,

reopen your heart

If the moment repeats again the same,

with love—restart

(Train-Brattleboro Vermont: September, 2015)

That Missing Link

A step ahead

A step behind

The motion foreign

The distance blind

To look then forward

While looking back

The moment flounders

The line goes slack

The past—the future

Regret and hope

A sun now darkened

Your shadow gropes

A step ahead

A step behind
That missing link

—still yours to find

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)