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

My Liege

How is servant

to what

In all I say

—and do

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Just Out Of Reach

Over the horizon

a harp is playing

Its call recurring,

its tone Divine

Beyond the swell,

a calm is waiting

Its breeze untethered

—to flow sublime

(Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)

Sweet Memories

Music is to written words

as icing is to cake

Enhancing what you thought you read,

to joyously partake

A song can climb between the layers

to make each serving fly

Sent from Maestro’s high above

—sweet memories bye and bye

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Half Life

Laboring in obscurity,

years behind the mask

Wandering through the shadows,

questions poorly asked

Looking for one reason,

to leave the past behind

Echo’s howling endlessly

—prophecy reminds

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Be Careful What You Wish For

Victim of his own success…

the treadmill calls,

the hourglass broken

—casualty of what time denies

(The New Room: November, 2020)

A Cold Wind

In fear of your abandon,

afraid of letting go

Alone and feeling stranded,

bereft—no kindness shown

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Le Mans 1955

Its history was written

in tragedy

The period to the last sentence

—was death

(The New Room: November, 2020)

To C. West

Standing redundant

in an echoing wind,

renewing your vanity

with deference to all

At home on the fringes

where truth is an orphan,

you line up your enemies

canons shot at the wall

A general of

a malingering army,

whose entitled thinkers

lay truth in the grave

The devil is calling

his pulpit awaits you,

the olive branch hollow

—your memory enslaved

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Non Visceralis

Knowledge is not a paradigm,

but a bridge to something else

Its path to stay unmeasured,

when crossing into self

Devoid of polar opposites,

where beauty exits truth

To steal away, a soul relayed

—its burden stripped of proof

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Shadows On The Wall

How do we profess

what we can’t understand

The very nature of this

takes on certain demands

If it’s truly beyond

our ability to know

Something deeper is calling,

where thought cannot go

These walls that surround us,

this cave that we’re in

False images dance,

Plato’s fire burns thin

To truly cross over,

breaking free of its chains

We must turn our eyes inward

—to release and proclaim

(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)