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

Calling Me Near

With time,

the beginning gets close to the end

 

With time,

I no longer need to pretend

 

With time,

the feelings stand on their own

 

With time,

the reasons are best left alone

 

With time,

the music alone mine to play

 

With time,

the words free to go or to stay

 

With time,
the memories no longer a wish

 

With time,

all longing wrapped up in one kiss

 

With time,

I revisit those things I thought lost

 

With time,

I re-ember the long winter frost

 

With time,

I let go of the doubt and the fear

 

With time I embrace

—as your voice calls me near

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Engulfed

All pretenders drowning slow,

lungs to fill with every breath

 

Casted off amongst the waves,

nothing spoken to redress

 

Treading water, spewing lies,

legs to flail in wasted states

 

Choking from each word unsaid

—trailing death within my wake

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

The Devil Laughs

An arrow from the darkness…

rejection finds its mark

 

The sharpened edge of jealousy,

its point straight through the heart

 

The bow retracts in shamefulness,

its string left slack and loose

 

One shot was made, a cursed fate

—the devil laughs anew

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

The Greatest Harp

My pen is like a blues riff,

not always on the note

 

I bend within the moment,

new feelings reach for hope

 

A eulogy remastered,

the fire that he fed

 

The Mojo dancing with the Muse,

Marine Band his to wed

 

My words to stretch and vibrate,

a blind man theirs to read

 

They move in tribute off the page,

Sonny’s orphaned reeds

 

My hand they cease to follow,

as letters wail and slide

 

While deep in South Chicago

—the greatest harp just died

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’