Biography of Kurt Hearth
I went to school in upstate NY, graduated in 1955 and enlisted in the US Navy.
Retired US Navy Diver(22yrs) in 1977, became a volunteer firefighter, after completing 20 years as a DOD Police Officer in FL. I retired.
I started writing while in the navy and discovered that people enjoyed what I wrote. So I continued. From my participation in the high liability professions, I was afforded the opportunity to interact with individuals not only in crisis situations but grateful as well. This experience provided a great foundation for composing.
Kurt Hearth's Works:
Of the Sea, self published, collection of poems related to the sea and those who go to sea.
Warrior's Reflections, self published. Poems related to the warrior community.
Uncharted Journeys, self published. Variety of topics.
Survival by Simplicity, self published, self defense in the simplest fashion. Beginning with physical and mental conditioning and advice with regard to survival and escape.
Kurt Hearth Poems
A smile is a frown turned upside down. A smile is painted on the face of a clown.
A Warrior’s Vow
My endeavor is to walk
Through the hourglass watching grains of sand falling. I see time slipping by.
I Stubbed My Toe
Within the conquest I pursue, along the thoroughfare of Life. At times, have arisen occasion, against obstacles, I stubbed my toe.
The seas I transit, under sail. Highways and byways I journey. Calm or direct, may not always be. Every step, every mile I am tested.
From a still sea the sun rises. Farmers return with their harvest.
Like so many diamonds sparkling in the night. A new fallen snow glistens. In the winter moon's cold light.
From parent and child to friend to child to parent. I've grown and reflecting back. The circle is clear to me.
Field Of Battle
I walked the field of battle, eerie silence accompanied me. The bitter odor of confrontation, lingered mutely in the air.
When I was young the shadow he cast was long. When I was afraid. In his shadow I could be brave.
Tempest's Fury 'Long the horizon, I watched it form. Harbinger, of deeds foul.
'Cross empty ocean of feelings aimlessly, I drift. Canvases of my mind, sails hang slack. Floundering, in the yen to catch any gust, of creation's tempest.
A Rainy Day
Slipping through the open sash. Cool wet freshness draws me from the depth of my slumber's darkness.
He said 'Walk with Me.' we walked. Looking back to where we had been. Desolation now a garden. Storm and tempest calmed.
The ivory glow of the house lights dim
then come alive again.
A signal to the audience
their journey is about to begin.
The lights go down darkness prevails.
Subdued idle conversation ceases.
The anticipative silence broken
only by a muffled unintentional cough.