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

To Rise Again

No ordered enchantment,

no purpose in luck

No dreams in forgetting,

no lover mistook

 

A bells rings in silence

when ears have gone dry

A bat’s in the chimney

when fire’s denied

 

All hail to the wonder,

all hail to the chiefs

All hail to the proctor,

all hail disbelief

 

Indentured we mingle,

inclement we fall

Inspired we stumble

—in spite of it all

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Bad Pennies…

Writing is a messy feast

where crumbs fall to the floor

to congregate and aggregate

to hide and form and spore

 

Left alone and thrown away

these remnants take new life

invading what you fear the most

on dark and stormy nights

 

They creep inside your cleanest lines

to weaken and distract

what memory long has cast aside

now rising from the cracks

 

And latching on while holding tight

they make you speak their name

those orphaned crumbs your table cleared

—in sweeping lost disdain

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Storming The Walls

Within this structure,

my words remain

Each line a fortress,

as thoughts refrain

 

The ramparts solid,

its moat retracts

All quivers loaded,

as doubt attacks

 

The enemy constant,

assault on fire

What darkness births,

one phrase retires

 

The battle spoken

upon the wind

My legend written

—still safe within

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Drums & Bugles

Good governance,

the enemy of government

States rights,

oxymoronic at best

What works,

the bane of impostors

Who exist

to feather their nests

 

Revolution

 is quickly fomenting

Change only

at the point of a gun

Voices from Concord

heard calling

With freedom not given

but won

 

(The New Room: October, 2021)

 

Breakaway

I look upon the angry ice

and men that prowl its form

to stab and poke in rich delight

a chance to ride the storm

 

With blades on fire and sticks held high

they weave and crash as one

in search of that elusive net

—still guarded and unwon

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)