Your words
they fall silent
but your life
is a poem
Each motion
and gesture
by Heaven
are known
You rhyme
every smile
your eyes
metered guides
To love
written couplets
of joy
— from inside
(To Kathryn: March, 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
Blowback
Saying
something witty
while having nothing
to say
Is like
spitting in the wind
to stay out
— of the spray
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Why Do We Question — Why Are We Here
Science
never answers
the primary
questions
it ponders
in circles
deck chairs
rearranged
Reciprocal
theorems
of self
aggrandizement
indentured
to kingdoms
where dilettantes
reign
Why
is there love
why
is there war
why
are we human
why
do we grieve
Why
do we question
why
is there joy
why
are there feelings
that
foster belief
Is
consciousness
timeless
do thoughts ever die
is prescience
a quotient
does truth
ever lie
Is looking
for answers
outside the true
realm
the act that
betrays us
and damns us
— to hell
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Falling On His Sword
Man often kills
that thing he loves
Dying inside it
— when push comes to shove
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Eye Of The Storm
Seductive
to many
Accepted
by few
Its magnet
attracts
What closeness
eschews
A force
drawing nearer
What time
disarrays
Whose moment
lives on
As years
— slip away
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Judgment Abides
Appearance
reality
their differences
hide
Within the
perception
that judgment
abides
If once
crossing over
there’s no
going back
The tradeoff
complete
their identity
— hacked
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Thundering Cloud
Listen for the rumble
hear it roar
Retribution’s coming
from distant fjords
Your lack of judgment
and crass disdain
Will mark the sentence
its will proclaims
Feel the vibration
wake the hopeless
From their sleep
impassioned dreams
From the forest
to the ocean
Nature’s rage
— its verdict screams
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Circling The Square
If I give you
today
Will you give up
tomorrow
If I ask
you to wander
Can direction
be saved
If I say
that I love you
Will the words
meld the seasons
If I surrender
this moment
Can forever
— be gone
(The New Room: March, 2025)
Countdown To Armageddon
Gunpowder
was to ‘Little Boy’
as a whisper
to a shout
Forever changed
the world remains
enslaved
— unto its rout
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Spring Rain
Painting with words
speaking in colors
Palette of voices
— rainbow Divine
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
An Anthology Of Perception 