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

Euphues Rules

Wise and in love,

be there never the day

Where reason and passion

—together will lay

(The New Room: November, 2021)

Short Window

He burned the book on the second day,

its truth not till the third

but in between–his memory screamed,

forever to be heard

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: December, 2021)

Blessing’s For Sale

Church always sides

with canons and might,

preaching of dawn

while blessing the night

Holiness shines

among diamonds and gold,

the battle unwon

—till redemption is sold

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)

Life Sentence

After the diagnosis,

each moment a dream

of years and then months

and days in between

After the surgery,

the dream became real

time again captured

—the sentence repealed

(The New Room: December, 2021)

The Forest And The Trees

Don’t let the poetry

weaken the poem

The structure a servant

—for what’s to be known

(The New Room: December, 2021)

Right After The Bell

The Baltimore Catechism,

mornings at eight

Sister Marcella,

don’t ever be late

Its message didactic,

the devil to run

Each question, each answer,

with God zero-sum

Who and what made me,

and why every day

Resistance was futile,

dissent not displayed

An altar boy’s memories,

his sacristy torn

Still missing the process

—where freedom was born

(Saint Thomas of Villanova Chapel: December, 2021)

No Kiss On The Mouth

The hooker had saved a piece of herself,

a part kept new not old

As pure and pristine as a fresh running stream,

never bartered, never sold

The johns came and went, the money got spent,

each trick relined with pain

But in one sacred place, her past is erased

—where sun blocks out the rain

(The New Room: December, 2021)

Desert Of Youth

“Nip and tuck” her surgeon says,

crow’s feet on the run

Tighter skin on feathered whims,

botox zero-sum

An ageless wonder creaks inside,

bones preserve the tale

And when she smiles her lips on fire

—wanton to regale

(The New Room: December, 2021)

Caught Inside The Eye

Nature—Lord of everything

its blizzards and its droughts

Talking back to a hurricane,

you whisper as it shouts

Your treasured possessions lie in wait

for floods to take away

That rumble heard beneath your feet

to swallow as you pray

Those things you grow and seeds you plant,

the locust comes to claim

As tidal waves begin to form

—you powerless to blame

(The New Room: November, 2021)

Ex Fonte

It doesn’t matter who it’s to,

it matters who it’s from

The sender based in deeper snow,

whose tracks forever come

It doesn’t matter what you say,

it matters what they thought

Intention shouting loud and clear

—once given never bought

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)