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

Modernia

Information…

answers

wrapped in questions,

warped in dimension

—to overload

(Ted Talking: January 2018)

The Winter Count

We die in the present,

but live in the past

Though the moment may claim us

—our memory to last

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: June, 1993)

Dakota Afternoon

Can our culture live on,

can its message be contained

Will an eagle looking down

see the joy or the pain

Will our heritage run deep,

like the river that flows

To an all-consuming delta,

and the life force who knows

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: June, 1993)

From Beyond The Grave

I get along with

my father now,

better than when he was alive

The walls have dismantled,

the barriers down,

a clear vision to inside

The excuses we made,

a pride that forbade,

here buried in the ground

As our spirits conjoin

to sail on the wind

—each other we have found

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Joni’s Circle Game

The older I get

the more I know,

everything starts as a prayer

The older I get

the more I’m indebted

to a voice that I can share

The older I get

the surer I am

that life begins and ends

The older I get

the richer the words

—that spoken live again

(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020)

Joyous Epitaph

Walking on His

good side,

each step was placed with care

My direction set,

intention met,

new words to light the air

Looking back

I said goodbye,

all strings there left untied

Hands firmly placed

in His embrace

—eternity inscribed

(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020)

Airway To Heaven

Poetry…

my breath,

my life

Feelings

inhaled,

thoughts to delight

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

The Eagle Cries

So much lost…

so little gained

Prairies in judgment,

our destiny framed

So little gained

for what we lost

Spirits now orphaned

—tomorrow the cost

(Browning Montana: Blackfoot Reservation – May, 1995).

Grandfather’s Song

Our Father, life giving light,

Redeemer of the plains

Carry our offerings into your heart,

remember, we serve in your name

Spirit Redeemer, the mountains and hills,

distant and barren in lore

The drums have restarted, the chanting begun,

the People despairing no more

(From ‘The Book Of Prayers:’ September, 2020)

Oglala Lament: December, 1890

We cannot eat lies

or feast on empty promises

No more than the bison,

starving in the desert sand

We cannot clothe our children

as we run from the Wasichus

Our teepees torn and freezing

amidst the winter snows

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: Late September, 1994)