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

Creation Redeemed

After Midnight

The narcissists fall

After Midnight

A new lyric calls

 

After Midnight

Last bugle to blow

After Midnight

There’s more left to know

 

After Midnight

The lizards collect

After Midnight

Old tales to reflect

 

After Midnight

The ticking will stop

After Midnight

The bottom will top

 

After Midnight

A cancerous tome

After Midnight

Malignancy known

 

After Midnight

Betray and deceive

After Midnight

Alone in the siege

 

After Midnight

All footsteps fall deaf

After Midnight

Lost palates are cleft

 

After Midnight

New story to front

After Midnight

Two stars for the dunce

 

After Midnight

The comets rebel

After Midnight

The coroners yell

 

After Midnight

A suit made of steel

After Midnight

Its melting reveals

 

After Midnight

That voice in the back

After Midnight

There’s no turning back

 

After Midnight

A sacred oath sworn

After Midnight

All memory forlorn

 

After Midnight

The wheels bend and churn

After Midnight

Lost vision returns

 

After Midnight

False birth is stillborn

After Midnight

Old vestments are torn

 

After Midnight

The here and the now

After Midnight

That one sacred cow

 

After Midnight

Past-Future unseen

After Midnight

  —creation redeemed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

First Destiny Called

Laid solid with words

  the writers stone

A fortress was columned

  my only real home

 

The poetry was safe there

  it stammered and tried

As my feelings unbridled

  from the outsiders lies

 

Each year added layers

  to this home of the verse

My thoughts never silenced

  or my feelings there terse

 

All that’s needed to go there

  …unfettered belief

All that’s needed to know

  is that time is the thief

 

My vision unshaken

  from this chair with two wheels

The advice from the experts

  “to wither and yield”

 

But my place more than sacred

  an invincible throne

Independent of body

  times seed to unsow

 

And the moment before

  I take my last breath

I will enter forever

  where before I had left

 

The trumpets will sound

  as immortality calls

To that space then my refuge

  the sum of it all

 

As the memories unreason

  the facts storm again

But the tents of my solitude

  keep out their wind

 

For generations that follow

  and their children that ask

This place I now dwell in

  for all hard and fast

 

Just believe in its message

  and its fortune to change

Just believe in transcendence

  with all things the same

 

Until the day that that final

  trumpet may blow

And all that you’ve loved

  is all there’s to know

 

Your message then solid

  as the door opens wide

And those moments you’ve gifted

  to the heavens arrive

 

And the joy that you feel

  thinking back on it all

From that place deep inside

 —where first destiny called

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

Musings Reborn

Looking in places

Beyond my discomfort

Searching,

Searching again

 

For that Poem to tie

All the meanings together

Making sense

Of a rainbow unbent

 

Giving up to the music

Beyond sight of the flame

Where disorder

Now rules the day

 

A word becomes fertile

In the womb of my memory

And my musings reborn

  —once again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

The Beginning Of The End

I saw the end

  in the beginning

  at the beginning

  of the end

 

I wrote the final chapter

  before the preface

  with nothing left

  to send

 

I walked a thousand miles

  before sitting down

  then walked a thousand miles

  again

 

To reach the end of

  the beginning

  the beginning of

  the end

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)