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

Song Of The Swans

The world has forever

outgrown itself,

its pants no longer fit

 

The cuffs too short,

the waist too tight,

its inseam worn and ripped

 

The fabric that

it used to grow,

lay barren in the field

 

The magic that

it used to show,

a sleight of hand reveal

 

The world has forever

outgrown itself,

its future running out

 

The earth exposed,

the sky on fire

—all life but hand to mouth

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Wishes To Hope

The more I think I really know,

the less I understand

 

The farther out to sea I drift,

the more I miss the land

 

The stormier the days repeat,

my soul to chase the sun

 

The rules I once thought hard and fast,

denounced and on the run

 

The more I think, the less I feel,

my spirit inexcused

 

The hours spent off from myself,

those times I stay confused

 

As days fade into sleepless nights,

the moon to haunt my dreams

 

Where wishes live to hope again

—if I can just believe

 

(1st Book Of Prayers: June, 2019)

Humbly I Pray

Tonight through the darkness,
I wander and crawl

The faces seem ghoulish,
my past to recall

Unsure of direction,
I listen for sounds

To possibly guide me,
as fire abounds

I look to my left,
as hooves thunder past

I look to my right,
and Beelzebub laughs

All colors have gone,
just the fieriest red

I live out my fear,
I live out my dread

One hope then to muster,
that faith remains true

And guides me inclement,
past demons anew

Despair almost total,
regret full in charge

I squint through the smoke,
there’s new light from afar

I plod on my knees,
and it grows brighter still

As the temperature drops,
and the moment is chilled

Once free of damnation,
my life starts again

With sacred commitment,
forgiven of sin

My tomorrows in passing,
I live for today

Belief my salvation
—as humbly I pray

(1st Book Of Prayers May, 2019)