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

Three Thoughts For 11/2/2018

Why

 

Why is it

When people are

Telling you

That you

Shouldn’t,

You better not,

And don’t…

That you most

Feel like you

Have to,

Need to,

And will

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

 

       Here Not There

 

Where I am

  is where I will always be

 

Where I will always be

  —is where I am

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

 

 

 

 Juctim Tamquam Unum

 

When one man is cut

  every man starts to bleed

 

When one man is healed

  —all men become as one

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

 

 

The New Song

As answers deceive

The questions stand

And dancers leave

To track the sand

Round robin conspiracy

Threatening us all

The letters all lower case

Their finality tall

Butting my head

Inside of the line

“When does it end Father,

Maybe this time”

The black and the white of it

The tall and the short

The poisons the same

One knife for a fork

New action will free

What inaction restrains

To once again, once again

Once again drain

So back to the future

Back to the past

Choose not your weapon

You’ve had your last laugh

The wind’s in the vestibule

New breath in the hymn

Your darkness reveals

What the light needs to win

With seven unsavory

And eight left to roast

The turkey unstuffed

Leaving room for the ghost

So ride away, ride away

Ride away all

The damage inflicted

This hammer a maul

The blood’s in the alleyway

Life beckons on

Death has been slaughtered

  —as begins the new song

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: August, 2014)

Our Heritage Dies

We’re losing America

 while losing our minds

 

Our spirits in hiding

 our souls hard to find

 

The nation in freefall

 all fingers to point

 

One side at the other

 common values disjoint

 

We’re losing America

 in front of our eyes

 

A narcissists poison

  our heritage dies

 

Each part is now greater

 than the sum or the whole

 

What our patriots died for

 lost, forgotten—untold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

As History Laughs

The Citizens danced

 Romulus cried

 

Centurions posed

 in Legions wide

 

“The world is ours”

  they said in glee

 

“And death to those

 who don’t concede”

 

The past unyielding

 future loaned

 

The present flew

 like David’s stone

 

Their party ending

 candles burnt

 

With spoils poisoned

 lessons spurned

 

And history writes

 that in a day…

 

What once was Rome

 was cast astray

 

Whose legend carved

 in stone reminds

 

What young Narcissus

 hoped to find

 

The glory that once

 ruled the world

 

Now left in rubble

 myth unfurled

 

As time awaits

 to stalk our path

 

That wolf inside

 —as history laughs

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)