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

Don’t Look Down

Do you become

famished

before you get

hungry

 

Do you become

smitten

when being

alone

 

Do you become

distant

once over

the target

 

Do you become

vagrant

though always

at home

 

Do you become

younger

with wrinkles

upon you

 

Do you become

foreign

while taking

the pledge

 

Do you become

angry

and lost

in your garden

 

Do you become

tempted

when nearing

— the edge

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

Love It Or Lose It

 

The dirty laundry

of democracy

Near impossible

to clean

 

You bask in freedom

until it’s gone

Whose nightmare kills

the dream

 

Warts and pimples

in plain view

Perfection

for the sage

 

To govern

as the Lord decrees

Our liberty

uncaged

 

To make those choices

for yourself

And pay the price

be damned

 

Instead of letting

tyrants rule

To serve

— at their command

 

(Villanova University: September, 2025)

Pawn Shop Blues

Were you saved

from yourself

before first being born

Form without

matter

praise without scorn

Were you part

of the promise

not taking the vow

When time

was a servant

not death on the prowl

Did life stay

unbidden

when freedom was free

As daylight

till dusk

no I’s came to be

Did morning

chase daylight

unable to stop

The evening

and twilight

on sale to be bought

As the first step

was taken

the second disowned

The first cut

the deepest

— with nothing on loan

 

(The New Room: September, 2025)