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

Billy Blue

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your world’s a mess

There’s nothing new

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your sheep are shorn

Your flower’s few

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your time now warps

In shades of grey

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

That choice you made

To run away…

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your worship hollow

An empty pew

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your time insolvent

Your memories few

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue

Last dice to roll

Snake eyes stare back

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

The reaper knocks

 —your fate unlatched

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

My Heart To Wander

I dreamed far into the distance

 and found an ocean beyond the sand

 

With no beach around its borders

 no surge upon the land

 

Its depths flow on forever

 no beginning and no end

 

Before its waves my heart to wander

 —within its tide my soul to mend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Far Better

It’s better to let her…

 keep those fancy shoes and bags

 if she comes to bed each night

 

It’s better to let her…

  have the house worn and ragged

  if the trim stays fresh and light

 

It’s better to let her…

 whine and constantly bemoan

 if she smells like summer rain

 

It’s better to let her…

 cash the checks you bring home

   —if she’ll whisper those words again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Last Moment To Burn

Blistering thunder

Cracking asunder

Craters form

High ground being torn

Its ledges are sharp

Concealed in the dark

The rain blows in gales

 —ancient prophecy hails

 

Blistering thunder

Fate pulls you under

Vows you made

Point straight to your grave

Death’s legions await

You fall through its gate

Your last moment burned

 —no more chances to learn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)