You either bend and adapt,
or then you break
The crux in the motion
—your magic to make
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
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
No Dreams Allowed
Paved over deep,
my thoughts below
Once brilliant shades
of amber glow
The darkest light,
I now befriend
Whose darkest thoughts,
I sought to end
While further down,
the chanting starts
No mockingbirds,
no meadowlarks
Where stillness reigns,
the present weeps
My ashes cool,
my soul retreats
Lodged six feet under
below the crowd
Though sleep eternal
—no dreams allowed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Grief Belies
A briefcase full of sorrow…
the hiding place of tears
One trade to end all others
excuse to lie and steal
The papers hide the story
all documents in vain
As grief belies the glory
—of a life that deals in pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Safe From The Light
I lie down in the shadows
where no one can reach me
My seventh and last
place to hide
The sixth was a funeral,
the fifth when in hospice
The fourth was each time
that I lied
The third was a promise
I made to a girl
That she took
to her own grave
The second a promise
I made to myself
From a vision
my Grandmother gave
The first was the darkness
where I exited that world
On a day that was
cold and bright
Now the process is finished,
as I hide for the last time
In the shadows
—and safe from the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2010)
No Umbrella
Never asking for permission,
always being sure
His head was held firmly,
his mind had stayed pure
Never seeking your acknowledgement
or umbrella against the rain
His words exploded thunder
—truth pouring down again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
Footnotes Of Pain
A book with no cover,
a man with no name
Vowels dormant and muted,
as consonants reign
A plot with no purpose,
an ending refrained
Its message in conflict
—with footnotes of pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
Death Be Not Imminent
The dreams of a soldier…
dead bodies impound
A warrior’s spirit
his enemy found
The battle once over
a new war to find
Though death be not imminent
—all sleep to remind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
Her Majesty
The naked epiphany
—visions only Queen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
The Walker
One foot in front of the other…
that’s usually enough
One thought no longer indentured
captive or rebuffed
One heart in search of love
a new life to begin
One verse free and uncensored
—your legacy to sing
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
The Ashes Of Sin
A man must be measured
to call himself such
Each storm must be weathered
its helmsman so clutch
Fire must be extinguished
for growth to begin
The seeds of new virtue
—from the ashes of sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
