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

Behind The Gate

Living a life of isolation…

writing became my friend

Celebrating the day’s events,

fresh names inside my pen

 

Though others think me lonely,

the truth is far from that

Comrades made with each new word,

in fiction and in fact

 

But only to a writer

will these thoughts resonate

With voices calling from beyond,

I often can’t abate

 

And when my world goes silent,

I open once again

An authored book, a friend for life

—my soulmate till the end.

 

(Beaupre: February, 2021)

 

 

Touched By A Demon

Dancing with the devil.

we waltzed across the floor

 

Past the spot the band was playing,

through the open door

 

The darkness called to him by name,

he answered with a smile

 

And looked at me and said: “This way,

damnations forked turnstile”

 

With one step back, I bid him true,

to leave me on my way

 

The voices growing louder still,

of those past gone astray

 

He stopped and said: “You now must jump,

this ledge all sinner’s pass”

 

And pointed down to the abyss,

the inferno’s deep morass

 

He looked away, his head was down,

while shouting dark and vile

 

A chant so foul, demonic born,

my soul at once beguiled

 

Before he stopped, I took both hands,

and pushed him from behind

 

And watched him fall into the void,

among his liken kind

 

Then walking back toward the dance,

I heard the music play

 

His words to music ringing out,

my spirit disarrayed

 

Once back inside I looked around,

and watched the dancers flee

 

And knew at once the way they ran

—that devil now was me

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)