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

False Time Belies

‘Yesterday was always better’

a convenience of the past

 

A place to store what got away

those things that didn’t last

 

‘Tomorrow may be better again’

as we hope against the tide

 

While the present slips away unseen

—its gift false time belies

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

Concrete Jungles

There’s a wildness to a city

that wilderness doesn’t have

 

In closeness—an isolation

as tenants stalk their paths

 

The repetition of wanton avarice

pits dog and dog upon dog

 

The knife edge of the skyscrapers

cutting the residents into cogs

 

There’s a fierceness to the streets

the rockiest trail can never match

 

A menace looms inside their shadows

impossible to catch

 

Hidden death within the gridlock

as nature disappears

 

A violence calling from within

—only city dwellers hear

 

(Train To White River Junction: March, 2018)

Hunted By A Lie

Did you find the exact life you wished for,

do you have the money you craved

 

Did you find they were not the same at all

once that final purchase was made

 

Are you feeling nothing but emptiness

sitting here disillusioned and alone

 

Have the mirrors all been taken down

—stark reminders of the falsehood you’ve known

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

When—Now

When did the global depression

begin

 

When did the leaves start to

wither and fall

 

When did the answers start questioning

themselves

 

When did the love vanish that springtime

recalls

 

Now, every method begets nothing

but madness

 

Now, the rotten pudding harbors proof

deep within

 

Now, every deal is dealt from

the bottom

 

Now, disowned and orphaned

—the truth cowers in sin

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)