Embalming
your memory
the funeral
dragged on
Returning
the remnants
that pain
had prolonged
The pallbearers
stationed
each side
of the grave
A grieving
reminder
that time
— had enslaved
(Dreamsleep: February, 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
To David
The gift
of a friend
A blessing
from God
An arm
that protects
A light
in the fog
The gift
of a friend
Enduring
and true
For life
everlasting
To live
— inside you
(To My Dear Friend, David Mackrell: February, 2025)
Breathless
Often
in the space
of words unspoken
— truth most dearly hides
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Waiting For Supper
Rows of forgiveness
fallow in winter
Waiting for summer
their treasure installed
Leftover morsels
heated in darkness
Sating the hunger
of those who are called
Seeds from the past
replenish the future
Buried salvation
awaits in the ground
Fasting on yesterday
feasting tomorrow
Waiting for supper
— when dinner bells sound
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Point Blank
Staring
into the essence
of what sunlight
often hides
Within
plain sight
the truth takes flight
— in nature’s great disguise
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Within The Wind
Stuck out on
a highway
between reality
and truth
The status quo
of transience
allures as it
deludes
Looking for an
exit ramp
to slow
my troubles down
Each sign I see
in bold relief
misleads
to distant towns
Till finally
I hear it
though faint
within the wind
From distant North
it beckons forth
to welcome me
within
The truth
respects no congress
and tows the line
for none
It flies within
our hopes and dreams
to leave us
— zero sum
(The New Room: February, 2025)
To Fight Another Day …
Their shouts remain
as hope reclaimed
the smoke still
on the beach
The roars that hide
of those who died
yet heard
within the breach
A spirit roams
within the bones
of men
who went beyond
In freedom’s quest
to give their best
in times
— forever long
(Operation Dynamo – Dunkirk, 1940: February, 2025)
Dear Winston …
“Truth
is often attended
by a bodyguard
of lies”
A consequence
so precious
its veracity
must hide
Deep within
the smoke
on a battlefield
most dire
Victory burns
within each man
intrepid
— to inspire
(Tribute To D-Day: February, 2025)
A Heavy Shadow
The weight
of what I
haven’t done
far outweighs
my past
Those things
left vacant
on the shelf
of what I left
for last
Excuses
linger
as empty
choices
following behind
Reminding me
of what
I’m not
in content
— and in kind
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Gift Horses
Happiness
you can’t explain
Forever joyous
— hope’s refrain
(The New Room: February, 2025)
An Anthology Of Perception 