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

Moses Walked

You can’t think your way to faith,

all reason unadorned

 

Or speak to what is felt inside,

self-knowledge most forlorn

 

For those invested time must bow,

a legion unto one

 

As seas will part and bushes burn

—in rapture’s kingdom come

 

(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)

…To God’s Ears

If I could trade my pen for flutes,

the ink would disappear

whose harmony no page beholds,

a rhapsody so clear

 

If I could trade my thoughts for sound,

an orchestra of one

my heart would fly inside my voice,

the searching all but done

 

If I could trade my words for notes,

and lettered verse for scores

celestial choirs would sing on high

—in tribute to my Lord

 

(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)

To Kiley, Hunter, Braden & Parker

The house is quiet,

as Knothead’s asleep

 

Hershey Kisses in place

on the staircase to reap

 

There’s snow on the roof,

with the chimney unblocked

 

For Santa to enter,

new soot on his frock

 

The cookies and milk

on the hearth reappear

 

With Rudolph’s one favorite,

chocolate chip to endear

 

The sound of his footsteps

arrive on the roof

 

As Knothead awakens

to Santa’s reproof

 

“Get into the sleigh

as I’ve told you before

 

“TC and Melissa

deserve so much more

 

“Your mischievous wandering

has caused quite the stir

 

“Mrs. Claus is upset,

the good Elves much deterred

 

“And clean up your mess

before we move on

 

“Those wrappers a danger

to those woe begone”

 

But as they departed,

the naughty Elf smiled

 

Two silver reminders

ensconced to beguile

 

Both hidden in cupboards

for children to find

 

Christmas 2021

—to forever remind

 

(Christmas Poem: 12/24/2021)

Backstory:  Knothead is the naughty Elf who has plagued the Behm household for over 40 years at Christmas time.  To catch him, you need to put out Hershey Kisses, so that Santa can follow the trail of wrappers, capture him, and take him back to the North Pole.

 

 

August Breeze

Memories of a summer day,

chasing colder winds away

 

Lasting treasures so defined,

lace the corners of my mind

 

Zephyrs of a distant past,

breath unto my soul’s repast

 

Every hope and wish redeemed

—melting fast this winter freeze

 

(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)

Invisible Ink

Before the writing,

collecting memories

silent endowments

 pages without lines

 

Before the writing,

I traveled a dreamer

imagining truant

what tomorrow defines

 

Before the writing,

the words clouded over

passing in bunches

like birds on the wing

 

Before the writing,

the wind was my compass

direction e’er changing

intention to sing

 

Before the writing,

my spirit a bachelor

no phrases to husband

no verses to wed

 

Before the writing,

immersed in tomorrow

my freedom untethered

—to go where it led

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)