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

Beyond Time Allowed

My job is to make the unlikely happen

 my passion driven to embrace the bliss

 

My vocation seeks to find the answers

 my avocation wanders—soul remiss

 

My intellect bargains away the hours

 my spirit embraces each moment now

 

My story when told is about the journey

  that road I traveled—beyond time allowed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Song From The Mountaintop

The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak
bear tracks visible in the Spring thawing snow

Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land
the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen in bloom

The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb
searching for that redemption never offered below

The wolf trails the hare back inside its snowy den
the road to all new entry having now been cleared

Permission never asked for, granted, as the music starts
it’s early May in the Rockies—the January of renewal

In a celebration of new life, flowers wrap the landscape like ribbon
tying close the promises like good wishes on a Christmas morning

It’s springtime even on the highest peak, and old questions lost of meaning now seem gone away…

Reborn in the arrival of yet another desperate beginning,
—holding nothing back

(Columbia Falls, Montana: September, 2003)                                     

LaLa Land

Disappear into your smart phone

 the world outside is doomed

 

Your few remaining human traits

  have long since left the room

 

Disappear into your smart phone

 all life beyond is lost

 

Your feelings truly virtual

 you’ve paid a mighty cost

 

Disappear into your smart phone

 while others stand beside

 

And just like you they tap their screens

 faint proof that they’re alive

 

Disappear into your smart phone

  as time is winding down

 

All spirit tapped, emotion strapped

 your history lost, unfound

 

Disappear into your smart phone

  that bed you’ve left unmade

 

Your spirit cries as memory dies

 whose LaLa land you crave

 

Disappear into your smart phone

  its power now supreme

 

Your knowledge mapped and future trapped

 —your destiny undreamed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

That Place I Wander

My level of concern

  goes only so deep

 

I care only to there

  in meters or feet

 

Beyond that depth

  lies a hidden zone

 

Where beneath the caring

  is what’s really known

 

In my efforts to hide

  from the surface again

 

My words become sheltered

  immune from the pain

 

Below its demeanor

  I now call out to you

 

From that place that I wander

  —and keep out of view

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)