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

Pit Vipers

Hiding in their basement caves,

the ‘journalists’ deride

 

The light of facts and truth cast dim,

a downward fatal slide

 

Where once out in the open,

clear vision far and wide

 

Credibility buries deep

—their fear a den of lies

 

(The New Room: February, 2021)

The Emperor’s Tide

Mesmerized by his own success,

swimming naked and alone in the dark

 

Drowning in what he forever professed,

he rose and fell with each critic’s remark

 

Hypnotized while diving for fame,

he sank while caught in the tide

 

His pleadings washed up, divested and bare,

exposed—with nowhere to hide

 

(Crater Lake: October: 2015)

Time Frozen Deep

Buried in the leaves of a Fall gone by,

memories wait for Spring

 

Entombed in hope as Winter reclaims,

till birds return to sing

 

Cold and dark, the seeds of change,

lay dormant ill disposed

 

Snow is falling, the wind blows hard,

escape routes all but closed

 

Hearing new footsteps walking above,

the weight compressed and strained

 

My sentence malingers, time frozen deep

—the cold to ease the pain

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)