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

Footnote Of Dreams

If not in memory’s service,

do we still write the words

To leave the past unledgered

—and by token paid

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Fallen Angel

Silver lining,

pouch of gold

Last remittance,

past unsold

Blessing tendered,

pearl gateway plain

Fallen Angel

—redemption claimed

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Loading Door #1

A truck driver passes through

a hole in the sky

His rig self inclusive,

his load staying dry

Eighteen wheels of redemption,

the manifest signed

Delivery as promised

—his docking sublime

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Never Explain

Once I tell you what it means,

the cell walls isolate

Other meanings locked inside

—no hope of an escape

(Inspired By Bob Dylan’s Comments To Dick Cavett)

Truth’s Quarry

Does your writing have a time stamp,

or an expiration date

Does it spoil in the open air,

does it falter at the gate

Will children still remember,

when they have grandchildren of their own

That what’s written once and meant to last

—those words made out of stone

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Lover’s Mirage

You left me before I found you,

never saying why

Your shadow my only memory

—on the threshold of goodbye

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

The Indian Sign

You never want to look your art

directly in the eye

For fear of having it look away

—you orphaned bye and bye

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Death By Association

I’ve yet to meet two artists

who really like each other

The cobra and the mongoose,

locked in a mortal embrace

They say the same prayers,

as they swear the same allegiance

While hating what the other does

—and who the other is

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Bribing The Devil

Leaving nothing to his children but cowardly shame,

his back turned toward the light

His memory the captor of a traitorous scheme,

capitulating through the fight

His legacy broken, his endowment recalled,

his reputation scorched and burned

Offering to the Devil his original sin

—with redemption twice suborned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

What Once Was…

I carry deep inside myself,

a man once big and strong

Who stood alone against the wind,

that blew both right and wrong

I carry in my heart and mind,

those things that age inures

Reminding of what once was mine

—as memory endures

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)