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

I Kneel And I Pray

Will the words come,

  will the words go

 

Are they forever,

  how do I know

 

What do I think,

  what do I feel

 

Memory escapes

  a spoke off the wheel

 

Written in blood

  spoken in rhyme

 

Forever to echo

  forever sublime

 

Daffodils scatter

  a wolf howls at bay

 

Nighttime has answered

  —I kneel and I pray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Sleeping With The Muse

Sleeping with the Muse,

  my nights have grown short

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  my spirit comports

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  words dance with delight

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  confronting my fright

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  her will tests again

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  not lover nor friend

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  my dreams sacrifice

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  all rest put on ice

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  the whispers come clean

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  excuses demeaned

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  my spool is respun

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  divorced from the sun

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  in darkness I learn

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  the day will confirm

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  till dawn’s freeing light

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  —new words to take flight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) On-Line

Radiant Epiphany

The light burns brightest

  at journeys end

 

     “Radiant Epiphany

       Seraph’s descend”

 

Its blaze to enrapture

  the love that you give

 

     “Celestial applause

       for a life well lived”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

If We Were Young Men

If we were young men

  if we were strong

 

If we had fresh words

  to add to our song

 

If we were soldiers

  with war in our veins

 

If we were poets

  our voices reclaimed

 

If we were lovers

  of women that cried

 

If we went wandering

  our heart’s reapplied

 

If we were statesmen

  the world in our grasp

 

If we were sailors

  the wind at our backs

 

If we were farmers

  with meadows so green

 

If we were actors

  on stages supreme

 

If we were hunters

  new wolf on the prowl

 

If we were dreamers

  all wishes allowed

 

If we were young men

  still facing the sun

 

But alas, we are old

     —and darkness has come                 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)