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

Fated Current

Are you the latest one I’ve left alone,

heart Shanghaied—no goodbye

 

Are you wondering why as questions loom,

the answers high and dry

 

Were you sure you’d be the only one,

to wade misfortune’s tide

 

As that fated current pulled me back

—to drift again untied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Torches Rage

The past is but a distant flame,

with reasons there disowned

 

Where fire burns in effigy,

to singe that falsely known

 

The ages but a candle dim,

its wick burned to the quick

 

As torches rage from deep within

—all time a kindling stick

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Sleep Well My Love

At the far end of the casket,

his girlfriend hugged his wife

 

And told her she was sorry,

that she had tried to steal her life

 

Their tears then ran in unison,

for a man who loved them both

 

The years they shared now testament,

to a choice he left unspoke

 

They never met before this day,

and would never meet again

 

But each knew well the other,

and they almost felt like friends

 

The mistress left, the children wept,

and the grandchildren played outside

 

As his wife looked down, saying: “Your hell has passed,

sleep well my love—goodbye”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Minus Thine

Hanging like a scapular,

your memory haunts my dreams

 

You clothe my thoughts in joyous warmth,

my lonely voice to scream…

 

“I live inside your shadowed love,

afraid new suns will shine

 

“The darkness my heart yearns to keep,

 all new light—minus thine”

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

I Charge Within

I put a saddle on the wind,

and rode it through the storm

 

The bridle placed, the buckled cinch,

the reins, my horse reborn

 

Inside each stirrup passion spurs,

the present now in hand

 

Behind whose mane I charge within

—in search of who I am

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)