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

Divided And Split

Do you have to do something

you loathe or then hate

To finance the thing

that you love

Do you plod to a tune

out of step and off key

To dance freely with

that from above

Do the moments you steal

and those stolen from you

Stand opposed or conjoined

at the hip

Are those times rare and precious

to freely aspire

Worth a life lived divided

—and split

(Train from White River Junction: March, 2016)

No Favors

We do no favors,

labeling genius

We do no favors,

channeling the light

We do no favors,

defining perfection

We do no favors

—questioning delight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Dark Ransom

Hope trumped last…

a prisoner of death

A final capitulation

—devil’s ransom beset

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Write, Sing, See, And Feel

Write your way out

of a book

Sing your way out

of a song

See your way out

of the darkness

Feel your way out

—of what’s wrong

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

The Freedom Within

Your ideas have merit,

that your words can’t support

Your spirit is strong,

but your language is weak

Your eyes are wide open,

while your tongue remains tied

Your voice now enslaved

—to the freedom within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Where Dreams Have Laid

My writing conceals a deeper truth

than common sense abides

Each word unwraps a higher sense

than fame or fortune buys

Every breath I take, the future staked

the moment crowned as King

All beds remade where dreams have laid

—the present everything

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

The Distance

We anticipate the future

—by remembering the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

The Swinging Door

Cowardice and bravery

Not either-or

But different levels of

Valor and shame

A swinging door

Whose facings change when swung

A foil to confound

The Poets dream

With glory and disdain

Bravery and cowardice

Not zero-sum

—but often look the same

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Slipping Away

The notion of time,

a potion sublime

A bottomless pit,

the physicists fit

Today or tomorrow,

the future or past

As your arms wrap around it

—your hands lose their grasp

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Eternity’s Door

Tonight,

I was ready to die

But death

Wasn’t ready for me

Tonight,

I was ready to die

From the past

And a future unseen

Tonight,

I was ready to die

But the light

Of salvation rechose

Tonight,

I was ready to die

But the door to eternity

—was closed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)