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

The Cycle

Feeding hope to the flame

fodder to the mystery

Light unto the darkness

—life begins again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

A Siren’s Call

Can prayer overcome

karma

Can wishes rise above

fate

Can memory displace

what vision instills

Can love pass beyond

—without hate

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

The Mark Of Cain

We are often the

most critical

Of what we are the

most guilty of

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

To Live & Die

To live as an artist,

but die as a man

Dust forever chasing

—what heaven began

(Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)

Something For Emily

I understand the isolation,

what others call being alone

I understand the silent moments,

the inner freedom to roam

I understand the derision,

and the label of being called strange

With each new dawn I most understand

—the joy in not being the same

(Train To Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)

The Line

Conduit of the human spirit

I forced hope into the cord

Draining the tears of

The lost and abandoned

Plugging into outlets

Of forgotten promise

Forcing their light

Onto the dark barren screen

Charging into what

I had charged over before

—crossing the line

(Villanova Post Office: January, 2015)

To Pretend

Becoming irrelevant

at last to yourself

The choices have narrowed

the joy seldom felt

The present redundant

what’s left in the end

The fodder of memory

—and you to pretend

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

Kill Shot

If language a bullet,

the pen is my gun

Its wound self inflicted,

the verse zero-sum

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

Verbal Explosion

Written in the moment

placed into time

The instant exploding

—forever to rhyme

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)

Anonymity

Are you obligated

To retain

The verses you write,

Or do you systematically

Release

What no longer can survive

Unnamed,

As they mark the trail

Of their exit

With letters penned in

Judgment

That you no longer own,

Memory forming

An ancient speech pattern

Waiting silent and distant

For new words to create

An even newer anonymity

—where truth may be found

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)