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
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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 [...]
