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

As Night The Day

Do your politics define you…

 are your views then left or right?

 

Does the axe you grind cut sharp and clean

 or tear into the night?

 

Do the precepts that you claim to own

 just end up owning you?

 

Is every word what you believe

 —and to thine self be true?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

My Faith Will Move On

My cupboards a mess,

  my sink filled with lye

 

My stables now empty,

  my well has gone dry

 

My pastures left fallow,

  my timber all burned

 

My streams have been fished out,

  and what have I learned

 

The cupboard can be restocked,

  the sink can be cleaned

 

A new well can be dug,

  a new colt can be weaned

 

As the dams are reopened,

  new roe will then spawn

 

These troubles will pass

  —and my faith will move on

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

     ‘From The Book Of Prayers’

My Spirit Enthroned

Surrendering very little back to life,

 the time became solely my own

 

Which I spent on myself and the ones I loved,

 protecting what inside was my home

 

The years raced along with my memory endowed,

 regrets being seldom and few

 

Each choice that I made—every promise I kept,

  my spirit enthroned sovereign and new

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

 

New Forests Call

My leaves fall distant from her tree

 and flee along the ground

 

Stripping bare a summer tryst

 old promises unbound

 

Set to ride the Autumn wind

 like all those times before

 

New forests call, as Spring awaits

 —my love to loan once more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

 

 

 

Beyond

 I purposely avoid

   all words to impress

 

No ‘genre’ or ‘penchant’

  ‘couture’ or ‘egress’

 

The meaning embodies

  what each letter foretells

 

To be spoken forever

 —beyond heaven or hell

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

 

 

 

A New Path

What will be your legacy,

 can it forever speak the truth

 

Do the words describe your finest hours,

 were your labors nobly used

 

Will your memory linger and grow in strength

 as it prepossesses time

 

Can it wrap its love around borders quelled

   —a new path for all to find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)