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

Washing Over

Moments in the present,

hours in the past,

wishes in the future

—none of them to last

Seduction by the penny,

heartbreak by the pound,

rivers flowing memory

—waterfalls abound

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Eisai

Who you are

and

What you are

and

Where your are

and

When you are

Why you are

and

All you are

and

All you are

and…

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Before Tomorrow

To love, to hate,

fruition waits

Which mood describes,

which mood defies

Those things you feel,

those things you say

Before tomorrow

—beyond today

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

A New Ending

Will you die,

pretending to be someone you’re not

Will you live,

defending that someone you are

Will you remember

the last thing you tried to forget

Will you return

—to begin a new ending again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Lyrical Kill Shot

My words are a saxophone,

my phrases a drum

My stanzas a keyboard,

my rhyming a gun

The Muse is my bullet,

the readers a shield

The darkness my target

—its bullseye revealed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Fate Will Say…

“The Wicked Flee When None Pursueth,”

proverbs tells us so

The righteous stay in judgment’s light,

to harvest what’s been sown

Those prodigal delinquent souls,

that life has cast astray

Walk free the line tween right and wrong

—till fate will have its say

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Syntactxx

Letter to letter once estranged,

they mate in open air

Copulants of a thought unloved,

vowels conceived in pairs

An alphabetic orgy,

the first word falls in place

Darkness changing into light

—all silence to replace

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Time Dethroned

Does memory store from front to back,

or more like side to side

Do childhood dreams seem closer now,

than yesterdays goodbye

Does memory scorn all month and year,

a dimension of its own

Remembering best what matters most

—defying time enthroned

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

That Voice You Hear

Is the fire escape of love

still open

does it go both up and down

will it rescue you from the flames

of possession

promising only exit

never refuge from the heat

Is the iron railing molten

as you step out on the landing

is the air too hot to breathe

as you take that one look back

is the smoke

a cloud that follows

your feet melting into sorrow

is that voice you’re hearing through the blaze

—the love you’re running to or from

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

The Fathoms Deep

Prose on one side, verse the other

—distance in between

The bridge has burnt, the Muse now two,

each seeing only green

The breaths that flow are then contained,

no synergy allowed

The fathoms deep between their words

—whose river both endows

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)