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

Harlot Of Love

He asked her why she acted so,

her answer was “Why not”

 

He asked her why her mood was vile,

she said “That’s all I’ve got”

 

He asked her then about their love,

gone missing and in doubt

 

She answered back while looking down,

a whisper not a shout…

 

“I loved you once, I loved you twice,

but then my heart went still

 

“I saw you change, your passion feigned,

your warmth a distant chill

 

“I gave you everything I had,

you strayed and looked for more

 

“Now emptiness has wed my heart,

—and loneliness your whore

 

(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)

Last Chance

Dead to himself,

he stepped on the ice

 

Cracks beginning

to form

 

Transcendence rejected,

skating a path

 

In search of time

forlorn

 

Crossing each memory,

forgiveness in sight

 

Each step,

a weighted cost

 

Redemption melting,

 all hope in denial

 

Last chance

—to come across

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Heaven Waits

Counting spaces between the notes,

the music came alive

 

The melody deepened, the band on fire,

all bees had left the hive

 

Breathing in one fast refrain,

my lungs too full to stop

 

An Angel melts his pearl baton,

the Sirens blazing hot

 

New sounds created, harp destroyed,

the clouds all push apart

 

As heaven waits for one last riff

—to claim my beating heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)