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

Headed West

In the darkness last night,

I heard Crazy Horse call

 

The wind through the willows,

new horse in my stall

 

His words my direction,

the hail in my storm…

 

“Your brothers await you

—the council fire warm”

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)

Motorcycle From Pa. To L.A.  7-18-2019

 

 

Ain’t That The Blues

She’s familiar…

ain’t that the blues

 

Sleeping beside her,

I always knew

 

Chipped beef on Monday,

Thursday cold stew

 

Dishes piled high,

paycheck gone through

 

She’s familiar…

ain’t that the blues

 

Home from work early,

today around noon

 

Mattress was creaking,

my pistol I drew

 

Two shots in my brother

 —four more in the flooze

 

(Chicago Illinois: Performed with Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green 1985)

A Motorcycle & Leather Bag

A motorcycle and leather bag,

life seemed so perfect then

 

When everything I cared about…

my backseat was for them

 

The world was such a smaller place,

ideas grandiose

 

To wander aimlessly I did,

and never be morose

 

The road became my staunchest friend,

new places passing by

 

Those girls I met, the love I spent,

the promise in their eyes

 

That special place my memory held,

for years now time sets free

 

A motorcycle—a leather bag,

and all that was to be

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Abandoned And Gone

We’ve popularized everything,

from the classic to the crass

 

In doing so, we’ve lost ourselves,

neck deep in the morass

 

If everything is AOK,

then what the hell is wrong

 

Those standards that we’ve built upon

—abandoned and now gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)