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

Waiting For Godel

Gravity is

and gravity isn’t

Based on who’s looking

perceptions command

 

Less for the physicist

more for the poet

Science self-serving

two feet in the sand

 

Pulling us forward

pushing us back

intrinsic within us

as natural as air

 

Inside each moment

the stricture forgotten

Transcendent surrender

—polarity spared

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

 

 

Mixed Ancient Metaphors

The words taste like music

from worlds long ago

Each letter resavored

in harmonies old

 

Coming to harvest

their sweetness imbues

A cave for an orchard

in wall painted hues

 

Old symbols retilling

those questions inside

Reborn when discovered

then never to hide

 

The silos refilling

new birthrights to seed

Replanted within us

—a symphony freed

 

(The New Room: January, 2023)

Scapular Burning

What are we but relics

of time gone by

 

Where painful encounters

stay undenied

 

The wounds may scar over

but never heal

 

As memory is martyred

its blood congealed

 

New skin tries to cover

what sutures can’t hide

 

Each moment recovered

a falsehood decried

 

With strength built on pillars

of fortunes disdain

 

From deep in the shadows

—our essence remains

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

The Final Lie

Numbers have a lasting smell

while figures have a taste

Shapes can make an ancient sound

whose feelings stay untraced     

 

Intuition grants a wish

to those who rebegin 

Dimension in the blackest hole

new dwarf stars from within

 

Counting up or counting down

deception stays the same

What you gain or what you lose

redundant in the game

 

Endings come and endings go

ephemerally despised

Until the sacrificial lamb

—bleats out the final lie

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)