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

Ode To Bobby

I never wanted to be famous,

   I only wanted to be great

 

I never promised you an answer

  even now as questions inflate

 

I traveled each and every highway

  as time kept changing once again

 

I never told you it was magic

  —just a wish blowing in the wind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

‘At Bay’

Start looking outside your frame of reference

  for that which stands you alone

 

Stop longing for praise or high endorsement

  things only borrowed or loaned

 

Start feeling those words you preach unto others

   no longer idling yourself away

 

Stop blaming the time and the message it brings

  —for those excuses that keep you ‘at bay’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Transformed Divine

 Reading for inspiration

  and not for fact

 

The words paint a picture

  in my mind

 

Like dominoes falling

  one by one

 

They rise from the page

  to remind

 

My fingers enliven

  and start to draw

 

A vivid story

  new image sublime

 

All colors reborn,

  as each word is set free

 

The ink now transformed

  —and divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

My Mojo Light (Blues Poem #12)

My days and nights

 death in between

 trouble in front—behind

 

The devil hijacking my

 fondest dream

 trouble in front—behind

 

She said she loved me

 then said it twice

 trouble in front—behind

 

The day I got fired

 she turned to ice

 trouble in front—behind

 

I pass out stoned

 and wake up hard

  trouble in front—behind

 

With time my warden

 and sentence scarred

 trouble in front—behind

 

My children’s names

 now others call

 trouble in front—behind

 

The doctor warns…

 “Not one more fall”

 trouble in front—behind

 

Excuses inked

 across my chest

 trouble in front—behind

 

The good got better

 but the worst got best

 trouble in front—behind

 

My eyes stay swollen

 my mojo light

 trouble in front—behind

 

The river rolling

 the falls in sight

 trouble in front—behind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

Twins Of Siam

You stir it one way and they the other,

  but the mixture stays just as hot

 

You attack their motives and they attack yours,

  while the contents boil and rot

 

“It needs to be this way”… the other side revolts,

  “Your mind’s faulty with avarice and greed”

 

The pot has simmered; the broth is thick,

  and its bottom not easy to see

 

A mutual exclusion, first left then right

  a feast—all soul’s consumed

 

With spoon or fork, its offering slick

  when the bowls come out at noon

 

In single file, day turns to night

  pointed talk with nothing said

 

Both cupboard’s bare, two rat’s within

  guarding their last crust of bread

 

When the final story is written and told

   of what in concert you destroyed

 

A drum will beat, zero-sum complete

  leaving you soulless—but still conjoined

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)