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

The Incarcerated Word

What was created to expose

  is now a fortress just to hide

 

A bastion of higher learning

  within a haven safe for lies

 

Where discourse once was treasured

  the ivy droops and sighs

 

With comfort their true measure,

  the dilettantes still cry

 

Plato is disgusted,

  John Locke is more than riled

 

As a millennia of learning

  is mocked in false denial

 

Students weak and wounded

  from those lessons never learned

 

Their tomorrow’s but a doomsday

  their futures sure to burn

 

Those words were there to save them

  both the hated and revered

 

All truth in dialectics

  —now abandoned by their fear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)

Through The Keyhole Darkly

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he could now remember his name

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  his medicine kicked in once again

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he knew his daughter by her face

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he was now back home in his space

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  his dog was closely by his side

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  his eyes though saddened, opened wide

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  her voice unwrapped a precious gift

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  a love once anchored, set adrift

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he felt the light begin to dim

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  his markers fade, his reference thin

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  the killer thief arrives once more

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  all loss of self—a closing door

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)

Beyond Words

Are the questions far better

  than the answers?

 

Do they contain the possibility

  that definition never will?

 

Is the magic of perception

  open ended in wondering why?

 

Is the essence of life itself

  beyond what words can ever tell?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)

More A Feeling

It’s not about technique

  or style or genre

 

But something more…like a reflection

  or memory once known

 

Its light coming through

  a universe dark…undiscovered

 

Its message more a feeling than any genius

    —or logic grown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 27th 2016)

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