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

1969-1971

California Dreamin…

Momma Told Me Not To Come

By The Time I Get To Phoenix

Will Anybody Really Know What Time Has Spun

 

Hotel California…

Its Chain Gang wearing thin

Searching for an American Woman

Blowin In The Wind

 

Bill Bojangles Robinson…

preaching Fire And Rain

New York’s A Lonely Lonely Town

dragging Ball And Chain

 

Summertime Blues and Porgy’s drowning…

Riders On The Storm

Layla kisses Judy Blue Eyes

Stairway To Heaven scorned

 

Woodstock and a Big Bear Scrambler…

Who’ll Stop The Rain

Don’t Think Twice this Hard Day’s Night

 Eli’s Comin again

 

Hey Jude, Moondance is calling…

It’s Too Late says Ms. King

Yesterday’s Hound Dog barking Crazy

—the Purple Haze begins

 

(Rosemont College: June, 2022)

 

Tomorrow In The Wind

Hidden deep within the trees

a whispering tomorrow

Buried in their shadows

voices fall and take new breath

 

The midnight wind blows silent

carrying hope into the future

Words caught up and venture forth

to seed unspoken times

 

New spaces wait, the inkwells full

as prophets guard the entry

The mistral gales of seasons past

new zephyrs push away

 

Stanzas form, the future saved

as yesterday approaches

Saplings rising, breezes felt

—new forest closing in

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022) 

Awaiting Your Call

Can you speak to the masses

will your words cross the line

From youngest to oldest

will listeners opine

 

How many octaves

can sing out your tune

Is it seasonal only

or July until June

 

Is time to speak kindly

of what you espouse

Or pile like kindling

as scraps from a house

 

The listeners are out there

awaiting your call

Their ears to the ground

—will you bend to enthrall

 

(The New Room: June, 2022)