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

My Searching Begins

The house is now quiet,

 the children have gone

 

My beard they’ve left ruffled,

 as memories grow long

 

With trains and dolls scattered

 where last they played

 

Their love remains buried

 inside of the maze

 

The cupola harkens

  a last candle there burns

 

As the attic sits waiting

 for the toys to return

 

The old house is silent

 but deep from within

 

Their laughter still hides

  —and my searching begins

 

(Thanksgiving: November, 2016)

 

 

Beyond The Sash

A window framed with memory

 lets in the brightest light

 

Its lock and hasp long since removed

 a journeyman’s delight

 

Casting off the millstone

 the rock of age has come

 

As darkness hides beyond the sash

 —to greet the rising sun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

Fated To Go

Does trying to disprove

 what I believe

 make you feel better about what

 you don’t…

 

Is your insecurity

 crying out

 that maybe I feel something

 you won’t…

 

Does the depth of my commitment

 bother you so

 leaving you distant

 fearful and alone…

 

Like a branch that’s now broken

 swinging high in the tree

 one strong gust

  —and your fated to go

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

Forgotten Lord

Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn,

  old voices went astray

 

And fast on the morning of no return,

  final judgment came to stay

 

Crashing like a wave was the prophet’s voice,

  this time not to be ignored

 

Washing away all excuse and false remorse

  with damnation—forgotten Lord

 

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)

 

Hard Won

We can all think

  differently

 

While instantaneously feeling

  the same

 

We can politically straddle the

  great divide

 

While below loving the canyons

  and plains

 

We can put all prejudice and

  opinion aside

 

When the outcome is cast

  zero-sum

 

And in those moments our greatness

  calls loudest and true

 

With the blood of a freedom

  —hard won

 

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)