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

A Token For The Master

Boiling away the edges

letting the core expand

Limitations drifting free

clarity at hand

 

Horizon coming at me

sky and earth as one

Sunsets in my memory

answers on the run

 

A token for the master

a pittance bye and bye

Value placed in what is not

scientists decry

 

My width and breadth immortal

the universe set free

To roam forever in my heart

—your eyes too blind to see

 

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2022)

Streams Of Conscience

Leaky Poets

dripping Prose

Words secreted

left unchose

 

Wanton memories

twisted lies

Moment’s bartered

naked I’s

 

Love on steroids

feelings burn

Swelling heartache

pages turn

 

New tomorrow

old reprise

Armageddon

death’s surprise

 

One more time

into the breach

Last wave ceding

from the beach

 

Leaky Poets

undisclosed

One word answer

—no one knows

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)

Darkness Fleeting

The depth of your inkwell

the breadth of your pain

where life springs eternal

again and again

 

To suffer the moment

in timeless refrain

releasing the freedom

removing the stain

 

Each diamond unpressured

betrays like the night

whose darkness is fleeting

and gone with the light

 

Your quill reaching deeply

for what came before

and what lives forever

—in words evermore

 

(The New Room: May, 2022)

His Legend Lives

A madman’s humanity

of which we decry

When he has those feelings

the same, you and I

 

How can he commit

such actions of death

Then cry when a comrade

lets out his last breath

 

A madman with feelings

the concept abhors

That he loves his children

his dog and his whores

 

His body dies bloody

his legend to live

Embroiled in fury

—only time can forgive

 

(The New Room: May, 2022)

Watching ‘Narcos’ on Netflix

City Hawk

From the top of Penn Center

he chose his first victim

Twenty stories up

as the train rolls below

 

A solitary pigeon

breaks free of the pack

Its eyes focused downward

for scraps that might show

 

His wings ever silent

with talons extended

At over a hundred

he drops from the sky

 

The prey in his clutches

a nest on the spire

where eyas sit waiting

—their mouths open wide

 

(16th & JFK Boulevard-Philadelphia: May, 2022)

Left Abandoned

No more white horses

or pretty ladies

No more bright mornings

or silver skies

No more engagement

with hopes and wishes

No more will promises

 cover lies

 

Once more the danger

is thrust upon me

Once more the mirror

reflects the shame

Once more the time

is left abandoned

Once more tomorrow

—myself to blame

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)

Yet So Far…

So close to Heaven,

so far from God

The gate still locked

—the devil nods

 

A soul once bartered,

forever sold

Its mine shaft empty

—mirage of gold

 

All reasons barren,

the empty fields

The seasons wanton

—bereft to yield

 

So close to Heaven,

so far from God

Redemption fleeting

—as hell applauds

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)