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

Last Payment Remiss

When should you get ready

to die…

 

When you’re old,

  and the signs are in letters so big?

 

When should you get ready

to die…

 

When you’re young,

with it’s messages trapped in the wind?

 

When should you get ready

to die…

 

When it’s winter,

and the cold bellows loudly with fear?

 

When should you get ready

to die…

 

When it’s summer,

love teasing, its distraction so near?

 

When should you get ready

to die…

 

When your life has been bartered,

the present dismissed?

 

When should you get ready

to die…

 

When your soul has been mortgaged

—last payment remiss?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

All Heaven In Sight

As a writer,

I create my own freedom

 

And as a writer,

I invent my own friends

 

As a writer,

I espouse my own truth

 

And as a writer,

my will never bends

 

As a writer,

I travel the world

 

And as a writer,

that journey’s within

 

As a writer,

I dive for more pearls

 

And as a writer,

each moment begins

 

As a writer,

the moon rises at dawn

 

And as a writer,

the sun burns through the night

 

As a writer,

my words play immortal

 

And as a writer

—all heaven in sight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Not A Child In Sight

A stitch past nine on borrowed time,

 memories come rushing back

 

The Wolf is feasting in Grandma’s bed,

Red Riding Hood a snack

 

A Cow gets ready to jump again,

but the moon drops from the sky

 

Humpty Dumpty a mess on the floor,

Tweedle-dum starts to cry

 

The candle burns for Jack’s last jump,

a quickening funeral pyre

 

The stepmother screams, Cinderella hides,

her daughter’s dress on fire

 

Little Jack Horner abandons his corner,

curds harden and whey runs aground

 

As Mother Goose watches the Grimm Brothers die

—not a child in sight to be found

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)