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

Surrendering To The Muse

Putting up the white flag,

laying down my gun

 

Turning my back on fantasy,

projects left undone

 

Unlike other enemies,

she’s neither front nor back

 

But lives where only she can go,

where color turns to black

 

Her voice becomes a mimic,

ventriloquist of my soul

 

As words come uninvited,

their letters rhyming whole

 

Resistance now is futile,

my nights pass sleep deprived

 

Mercy vacant, her voice my own

—all victory denied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Blankets Of Doubt

Ovarian, Breast, Pancreatic, or Lung…

there’s a look that is shared the same

 

And staring straight into the eyes of time,

all promises gone and reclaimed

 

Each moment borrowed and leased from your fear,

 the walls crashing one by one

 

Tonight no longer a sleep guaranteed

—under blankets of doubt unsung

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

In Search Of The Cream

Is someone profiting on your wishes and dreams,

renaming your parade

 

Like a thief in the night they steal every wish,

their own life at best a charade

 

Is someone else cashing the check you just wrote,

to pay for their larcenous schemes

 

Has your good name been kidnapped, indentured, enslaved

—as you curdle in search of the cream

 

(Rosemont College Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Time Dispelled

Always is a long, long time,

today is longer still

 

The beginning of what can never end,

consciousness distills

 

Tomorrow is the shortest time,

when looked at from today

 

And yesterday no time at all,

whose notion drifts away

 

Never is all time denied,

its twisted tongue proclaims

 

The ending to what can’t begin

mindfulness disdains

 

Here is where the treadways cross,

all roads found turning in

 

And now the moment pre-ordained

—transcendence waits within

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Death In Bloom

It was the 3rd day of the battle,

and thousands lay dying or dead

 

Lining the edge of the smoke and chaos,

the roses and daisies were spread

 

The screams in the night were ungodly,

 sounds of cannon fire ruling the day

 

With blue and grey bleeding side by side

—the flowers in joyous array

 

(Gettysburg Pennsylvania: March, 2020)