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

Mount Rushmore Afternoon

Editing Poetry…

which face comes off the mountain

(Keystone South Dakota: August, 2013)

Three Faces Of I

I chased my selves

down the hallway tonight,

and called them both by name

They stopped and wavered

before looking away,

turning their backs again

Subliminal

gravity captured the space,

attraction thrice denied

The fusion once splintered

reuniting itself,

me, myself—and I

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

A Voice Now Gone

The night a killer with retinas that burn,

all verses running mad

Fists of silence coming out of the dark,

opening up to grab

Fingers choking the last vocal chord,

strangulation by command

The quiet finality of a voice now gone

—gripped in my own hands

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

A New Stone

Standing alone

on the altar’s first step,

apprenticeship dethroned

Indentured anew,

my eyes turn inward,

disarmed, but not disowned

A quarter to forever

in the distance ahead,

blank meadows still to quote

The hour glass waiting

upon no man,

to deliver its last joke

Seeds scatter freely,

implanted anew,

words rising where vision bled

Each one a new stone

in eternity’s trail

—the unborn baby fed

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Giving It Up

Give it back to the night,

give it back to the day

Give it back to the moment,

where time goes to pray

Give it back to the future,

give it back to the past

Give it up to the present

—forever to last

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Time Hunter

Words of malice, curses flamed,

hiding in the past

No license needed to hunt through time

—the present armed en masse

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Gabriel’s Horn

In the end…

all we have left

is the music

And music,

will be

more than enough

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Diametrix

Poetry and Political Correctness

—the ultimate Oxymoron

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Reckoning Storm

With eyes that see and ears that hear,

but hearts that look away

Each child unkept—all life bereft,

to rue these mournful days

(Children’s Hospital Of Philadelphia: March, 2020)

Pitching Wedge To Hell

The Country Club of walking death,

calls out across the ferns

The 1^st hole starts with pain unmatched,

its traps to flame and burn

The 9^th hole calls you back to life,

just to send you down again

The 14^th hole, a dismal swamp,

your demons there within

The 18^th hole where soul’s are judged,

double bogeyed with a six

The clubhouse dark, your blood trail marked

—devil carrying your sticks

(Overbrook Golf Club: March, 2020)