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

The Whispering Muse

Torn from the moment,

each page sorely ragged

whose ink has long faded

but memory bound

The story is telling,

its magic eternal

inside it awaits us

—a treasure unfound

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

West Wind

Far from where I’m supposed to be,

destined here to roam

Lost in waters still unmarked,

drifting and alone

On my way to nowhere fast,

distance calls my name

The wind a suitor, time undone

—future shores to claim

(The New Room: April, 2022)

Laura’s Crown

Lusting after everything,

my words in search of what that brings

I ride through time upon the wind

—to chase the virgin queen

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

To Charge Within

I put a saddle on the wind

and rode it through the storm

The bridle placed, the buckle cinched,

the reins, my soul reborn

Inside each stirrup passion spurs,

the present close at hand

Behind whose mane I charge within

—in search of who I am

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Your Voice Reversed

You can go anywhere as someone else,

the masks and jesters play

invisible to sound and touch

the Lords and Creatures pray

To rent the future—sell the past,

the landlord still unnamed

invulnerable to what they sell

the real prize still unclaimed

To cry out once your voice reversed

lone echo at your back

the Landed Gentry comes and goes

—the crossroads blackest cat

(The New Room: April, 2022)

Peripateticus

With no respect for time,

words revisit

Invading my consciousness,

attacking my fear

The moment conscripted

beyond all denial

An ageless understanding

—of what’s to become

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

As Night The Day

To be a true champion

—conquer yourself

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

Night Hunter

Everybody’s bad day…

a badge without a star

the one who stood when others fled,

each day to raise the bar

The one they all could come to,

when freedom was in chains

the light that rampaged in the night

—to hunt what darkness claimed

(The New Room: April, 2022)

Angels Conscripted

The sins of religion,

religion of sin

holding God hostage,

a prisoner within

An Almighty weapon,

inflicting great pain

heaven in bondage,

redemption in chains

The politics of religion,

its dogma a curse

with guilt as the wellspring,

all heretics thirst

Angels conscripted

the devil awaits,

for those who would question

—with hell as their fate

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

Triage Verdad

Writing,

the only suture…

when truth starts to bleed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)