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

Repudium

I asked again for everything…

she gave nothing in return

A jilted strand of loneliness

—unwoven and unheard

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

One Face

I met a man along the bank,

come back from Galilee

He took my hand and spoke my name,

which he was not privy

His head was crowned with sunlit fire,

his eyes like mine so blue

And as we looked into the pond,

one face stared back—not two

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Bread Of Life

Christians flock into their churches,

travelers hit the road

Searching for what’s beyond their view

in spirit overload

To leave behind the past imprisoned,

stilted and controlled

The blacktop chanting “come what may”

—a eucharistic whole

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Ten Miles South

Repeating on and on without changing,

the boredom settled in

Lost in endless repetition,

ten miles South of what might have been

A broken record skipping, skipping,

the groundhog’s prediction thin

Burrowing out the same old hole

—ten miles South of what might have been

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Majesty Calls

The view is always better

from the highest road,

the joy of looking down

Vision bestows

as gravity flows

—beyond the here and now

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

More Than A Feeling

Sometimes love just isn’t enough,

as destiny calls within

Orphaning passion, emotions untether,

lost to Cupid’s whim

Never requited, alone and denied,

the search begins anew

Feelings repackaged and searching for more

—to do what love can’t do

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

Endemicae

The price of love

is loss

Its bill

both old and new

A cost

that must be paid

With feelings

torn and strewn

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Eagles Dare

You climb up a mountain

for the beautiful view

Its challenge seductive,

a call to renew

The higher it takes you

the farther you see

With freedom the distance

—that lies in between

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

Foreclosure

I can no longer afford

what my folly has purchased

Return not an option

—my bank account dry

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Six Ways From Sunday

Up is not a direction,

but an intention

Down is not an intention,

but a reflection

Across is neither

intention nor reflection

Towards—a new connection

better bred

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)