Once, I didn’t know
—but thought that I did
Now, I know
—but wish that I didn’t
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
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
Literary Nuptial
Poetry…
the marriage of raw emotion
—and unbridled thought
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
To Laugh Or Cry
Thick skin
Thin skin
Are they worn the same?
Praise yes
Blame less
Does any truth remain?
Thick skin
Thin skin
To open or to hide?
Reasons for
Excuses against
To laugh—or then to cry
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
To Spread Its Wings (Blues Poem #17)
If music is a celebration
the Blues its hidden nest
As voices rise in jubilation
all souls by delta blessed
Its words reveal a joyous cover
its notes a mojo hymn
Old feelings hatched and beating low
—the Blues to spread its wings
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
For Melissa On Her Birthday
A fair wind blows
into my soul
—its breath to steal my heart
In verses only
you can sing
—of love to never part
(Your Father, May 2nd,2016)
First Love
I loved you with a first love
no second love would ever replace
I loved you with a first love
that when lost was forever to ache
I loved you with a first love
when my words were fresh given and new
I loved you with a first love
—my heart captive with feelings so true
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)
Dreams Neatly Stacked
Never giving it all
Never losing it all
False wisdom
From the voices of drought
Emptying my heart
With a soul left in parts
All promises
Vain wishes in doubt
But giving it all
New rain started to fall
My eyes opening up
From inside
The clouds pulling back
Showing dreams neatly stacked
Where my will and my spirit
—reside
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)
At What Point
At what point…
does the fiction you’ve created become true
At what point…
do old lies make more sense than new truths
At what point…
do prevarication and veracity reframe
At what point…
do they come together—their message the same
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Cancer
It takes from your body
but steals from your spirit
Hope its main victim
—promised future unseen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)
Last Tear
Watching myself
Wanting you
Standing alone
—the end in view
Watching myself
Reach out through the pain
Lost shadow of night
—last tear in your rain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)
An Anthology Of Perception 