Archive for January, 2009
Ghost of Love
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, love story
Ghost of Love
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(In loving memory of my son, Aaron Robert Kistner)
in the tears of this turbulent night
you come
as a breeze
stirring through my open window
a plaintive zephyr
yet sweet
you come
as a faint sound in the darkness
an easy laugh
rich voice
a song
you come
as a comforting thought
kindness
strength
a gentle way
you come
as a remembered presence
warm smile
clear eyes
peaceful eyes
full of wonder
the beauty of [...]
This Journey
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, art, wisdom
This Journey
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this pilgrim’s lot
is cast to wander
in search of what
is not clear known
step by step
day after day
uncertain fate unfolds
this journey
filled with wonder
joy
and awe
fraught with sadness
pain
and tears
it’s carried me
‘cross boundaries
borders
mass of lands
‘cross time and space
it’s shown me mysteries
marvels
magic
good & evil
the best
the least
it’s brought me pleasures
fame and fortune
to claim them back
with no remorse
I’ve known satisfaction
adulation
a woman’s love
a [...]
The Gig
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, music, photo
…a musician’s tale told in multi-era players’ lingo…
The Gig
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man we was cookin’
we maxed the zone
the gig
was flamin’ righteous
I was on my chops
hammered primo riffs
my fender
was really smokin’
our upright dude
laid down cool bottom
his big axe
thumped with thunder
the scene was jake
we was jammin’ smooth
our stick man
rocked his traps
we kicked our tunes
brought down the house
the night
was true far [...]
Unfaithful
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, wisdom
Unfaithful
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why lust
do you entwine my heart
to wrap your burning hands
‘round honor’s throat
to smother frail fidelity
and render lifeless
in fatal forfeit
my loving soul
to offer only
this empty tryst
and shame
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rob kistner © 2009
Killer
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, mystery
Killer
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…put two bullets in his brain
I shot him twice
at close range
to witness
the power of life
crossing over
and
to feel him die…
cool precision
in a quite rage
sacred act
of raw release
purity of instinct
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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NOTE: The poem above was written in response to the prompt, “The Other Side” — posted by the Totally Optional Prompt writing prompt [...]
Voices of the Ancestors
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, photo, wisdom
Voices of the Ancestors
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here
in this earthen abode
the voices of your elders
rose with the night fire
a hallowed blaze
of enlightenment
warming you
with the knowledge
of the ancestors
but the sacred fire
is dieing
its embers
now near ashen
who will stir to flame
this smoldering wisdom
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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drawing above entitled: “house on fire ruin” — by: illryion
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…poem inspired by read [...]
The Knoll
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, photo
The Knoll
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on a distant knoll
in a sun-drizzled mist
we will again stand together
and you will tell me
of the wonders
you’ve discovered
here
in this realm
of evermore
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
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breathtaking photo: “Predawn East Bay Hills” © Gary Pope
Inner Moonlight
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
Inner Moonlight
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you let lose the madness
of your inner moonlight
you and Jack
suckling life’s sweet underbelly
quaking
in the nocturnal neon zoo
both of you
and Neal
groin deep in human wallow
swilling full the brain-drug flesh festival
spewing forth
to fill all fertile ears
with the siren song of sacred dissatisfaction
your fingers burned
from dancing with the fire-whores
of truth
angst
and indignation
you put your queer shoulder to the [...]
Bones of Recall
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, photo
Bones of Recall
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my memories gather and squabble
like the crows at stirling castle
they pick the bones
of my recall
bones against the cruel clay
of an arid
barren mind
littered with the harsh forgotten
like the bones of the dinosaur
I’m becoming
struggling
with what letters are made of
my words crack and crumble
my thoughts
parch and wither
a sad silhouette
cut lonely
against the minneapolis skyline
fighting to remember
what sylvia [...]
SpitShine
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
SpitShine
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he snapped his shine cloth
and shared his stories
tales of joy
tales of pain
of injustice
of his Memphis blues
his beloved big muddy
warm eyes
earthy brown
turbulent as that river
his stare
a deep current
impossible to escape
his voice
a tempered edge
honed by sorrow
sweetened by laughter
broadleaf husky
thick as sorghum
smooth as Beale Street bourbon
his weathered face cut with truth
marked and scarred by years of burden
of witness
each [...]
