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

Emptiness Sublime

Silence often defines the verse

its music between the notes

 

The freedom to breathe, the moment to grow

fertility bespoke

 

Space may be perfect with nothing penned

to fill or then divide

 

Quiet and silence never the same

—true emptiness sublime

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

My Words – Hemingway To Gertrude Stein

Are those thoughts you put in

what I once valued more

 

Or would what I put out

be the end winning score

 

Did I need your ears

for my voice to become whole

 

Or would I rather them deafened

words deep in my soul

 

In my twenties your opinion

carried some weight

 

In my thirties I listened

but asked you to wait

 

In my forties I turned

and walked slowly away

 

Now alone in the twilight

—to carry the day

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Saint Joan

 All males undone

by the Lady Son

 

The trumpets blared

her fire

 

An Earl first came

her wrath unchained

 

To Charles

her heart aspired

 

All kingdom come

to face Lady Son

 

But to hell

their souls were laid

 

As her legend grew

and from banners flew

 

The name Joan

—all hearts to pray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

A Lone Daffodil

I was walking in March

when from under the snow

—Spring reached up and grabbed me

 

In my path was a stem

pointing up from below

—a lone daffodil reaching toward me

 

My darkness was gone

a single robin in song

—with the cold still freezing the air

 

As my mood had been changed

all life rearranged

—my steps treading nary a care

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)