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

Our Well Never Dry

We share the same silence

we think the same thoughts

 

We have the same daydreams

not rented or bought

 

We live in the spaces

of a lost inbetween

 

And wander through moments

that time hasn’t seen

 

We care for each other

we live for today

 

We treasure the quiet

of nothing to say

 

We give without taking

our well never dry

 

And smile ever meeting

—never saying goodbye

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

A Melody Silenced

Ignored

by my children

Especially

my daughter

Taken

for granted

Taking

up space

 

Living

unnoticed

My pain

front and center

Checking

off boxes

That never

erase

 

Knowing

she loves me

More

now than ever

My face

a reminder

Of greatness

long past

 

My voice

the last vestige

Of songs

sung together

A melody

silenced

When first

—became last

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

 

 

Unplugged

I welcome the feeling

of leaving behind …

No Facebook, no Twitter

no Email to blind

 

Controlling the message

undigitized truth

My mind free of programs

my spirit induced

 

Where magic is whispered

no texting or bytes

Bespoken the voices

I hear in the night

 

My memory stays active

not stored in the Cloud

Rebooting what’s under

— enlightenment’s shroud

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

The Ending

We hope and we dream

for a world free of pain

but the rock of serenity

stays beyond our reach

A hug or a knife

a kiss or a gun 

bipolar reminders

confliction runs deep

Every minute and hour

the chase carries on

no safety in hiding

from that which we’re born

Till fate becomes blinded

and hits a dead end

eternity waiting

—the ending forewarned

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)