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 Light The Spoken Air

Thoughts inflame as feelings stir,
words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night,
a pyre still to fan

As heat restores the human soul,
all prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn,
and free the Poet’s hand

Delphian in its natural form,
the smoke a treacherous friend
Ink rekindles—lies cremate,
the mind, its woods now bare

The verses stack and dry of doubt,
their ignition up to you
As dark they wait for your next breath
—to light the spoken air

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

Complacentia

When you find yourself sheltered

in your own little corner,

it’s time to move on

 

When you find yourself buying

what your echoes are selling,

it’s time to be gone

 

When you find yourself spinning

in a circle redundant,

it’s time to step out

 

When you find the beginning

detached from the ending

—your future in doubt

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

 

Hitchcockian

I’m actually tired of being myself…

can I be you for awhile

 

I hide from the mirror and monogrammed lies,

as I run from an image defiled

 

I thought I was safe and had made my escape,

when memory reminded again

 

“You can run, you can hide, your indenture unkeyed

—the chains locked secure in your head”

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

Farewell To Arms

Where do you go

when your war has been won

 

The enemy vanquished,

the legion’s undone

 

What do you do

when your purpose is gone

 

The feelings still burning,

the will to fight strong

 

Where do you go,

the last battle adjourned

 

The fields lined in blood,

all caissons returned

 

As men march in unison,

their rifles unbreeched

 

A lone bugle calling

—the dead beyond reach

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

 

“Condemned To Repeat…

The Pharisees vengeance,

unleashing again

 

To kill a ‘false’ prophet,

their fear redescends

 

The cross is made ready,

like ages before

 

The nails though still rusty,

hammer deep and secure

 

Their memories short sighted,

rejecting the fact

 

The last one they crucified…

 alive and intact

 

A new Resurrection

they’re about to ensure

 

Through hatred and envy

—damnation procured

 

(For Sister Marcella: January, 2021)