Escaping
to the mountains
Sitting
in my chair
New trails
lie awaiting
Voices
in the air
Tracks to mark
my wonder
Memory
in the lead
Freedom
at the summit
Lost
— in my reprieve
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
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
A Welcoming Hymn
The deeper you care
the more remote you become
What the present reveals
no clock can outrun
The past and the future
for others to know
This journey one-way
where detached you must go
Those voices who call
pull you deeper within
Not lost but alone
taking flight back to Him
As Jesus, The Buddha
and Crazy Horse knew
The path to true knowledge
doubt ridden and strewn
With the old voices silenced
new voices begin
As your eyes slowly close
— to their welcoming hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
R.I.P. Walter Cronkite
Loud voices
with their measure
No longer
deem to care
Our information feed
corrupt
With broadcast
millionaires
Stars masquerade
as journalists
To pander, slant
and spin
Truth to fester
in their swamp
And sink
— but never swim
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Poetic Triage
Today a Poet needs to cast
a hook with many tines
To reel in those who’re lulled to sleep
with cautionary lines
These days a Poet needs an edge
much sharper than before
To cut through all the excess flesh
— and save the metaphor
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Lost In The Moment
Has beens
and hopefuls
Poseurs
and scribes
Wings of
detachment
Losers
and lies
Fated
direction
Choices
on file
Lost in
the moment
Destiny’s
— child
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Fahrenheit 999
The hotter the flame
— the brighter the light
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Mistaken Steps
Running off
to somewhere else
the past tracks
close behind
Its shadow looming
steps in place
while preying
to remind
That time pursues
the fleetest man
with doggedness
and ire
To kindle each
mistaken step
into a raging
— fire
(The New Room: December, 2025)
They Rise
Greatness
spawn’s reincarnation
like the dawn
rebirths the sun
Alexander
Patton, and Churchill sleep
but woken
rebecome
When destiny calls
the greatest rise
to battle
zero sum
And stem the tide
before the flood
on shores of victory
— won
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Resighted
I drift
into the mirror
chasing eyes
that once were mine
And leave behind
the futile wish
in memory
confined
The silver backing
traps my fear
releasing
what’s been hidden
As I become
divorced from time
resighted
— and regiven
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Critics
If you hang out fresh meat
the wolves will come
Once they have eaten
the faster they run
Blood from their fangs
remarking the trail
Where vermin can hide
— to attack and impale
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
