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

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)

The Summit

Climbing the mountain,

you walk on its rim  

scratching the surface

never let in

Once at the summit

new footing takes hold

rock you can stand on

—legend foretold

 

Climbing the mountain,

never look down

focus above you

reach for the crown

Others who failed

and others to come

will follow the tracks

—that lead zero sum

 

(The New Room: March, 2022)

 

Nauita Tempus

Our past is never

 where its left,

the tide always returns

 

Those things unsaid

not put to bed,

like butter still unchurned

 

Returning once

returning twice,

its power built on fear

 

To undermine

those things adrift

—till anchored yesteryear

 

(The New Room: March, 2022)

Hexed

Born under a bad sign,

verses time recalled

harder luck and trouble,

 moments trapped and stalled

 

Born under a bad sign,

rock of ages sold

answers stay unquestioned,

bells no longer toll


Born under a bad sign,

darkness settles in

rumors take the place of truth,

wages buying sin

 

Born under a bad sign,

desperate to belong

days belay what lies conscript,

wordless—heartless—gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2022)