Archive for the ‘Free Verse’ Category
Well Traveled
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, introspection, love, memories, optimism, wisdom
…while it is true that, in the end, it is the journey that validates the destination — we do arrive at a point in life, where keeping one’s eye looking down the road, while seeing all we pass along the way, is what keeps the journey alive and meaningful…
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Startled man
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, NAPOWRIMO 2012, Poetry
…poem for day 8 of National Poetry Month 2012…
Startled Man
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she is birthed
in his fractured dreams
as weak as a forest fawn
helpless as a snowflake
falling on a May [...]
Yet
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, beauty, courage, dreams, ecstatic, gratitude, joy, love, love story, memories, mystery, nature, optimism, sensuality, wonder
…inspired by the first day I met my wife, 25 years ago…
Yet
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had she not appeared in that clearing
so lost
had she not crossed my threshold
on that [...]
Arrested
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, beauty, erotic, fantasy, joy, sensuality, wonder
…something captivating about a woman in (or almost in) uniform…
Arrested
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she’s left only her jacket on
unbuttoned
blousing open
the gold of her badge
glints fetchingly
in the glow of candlelight
her breasts
partially veiled
soft in the amber wash
gently rise and fall
with her heavy breath
helplessly
my eyes glide her length
fondled warmly
by the lush half-light
folding upon her
from the single flame
they pause
entranced by the velvet flower
sensuously [...]
Stardust
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, dreams, ecstatic, fantasy, joy, mystery, optimism, sensuality, whimsy, wisdom, wonder
Stardust
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ride the moon
like the ferryman’s craft
to the secret place of dreams
to seek the truth
that sparkles there
like stardust in the folds of time
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rob kistner © 2012
The Hour of the Beast
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, dark, horror, rant, regret, tragedy
The Hour of the Beast
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when the most capable
believe they have risen above
the mucus, the shit, the afterbirth
of their origin
when in their reflection
they see perverse transcendence
towards entitlement
in which no allegiance
or kinship of nature
binds them to their center
nor founds them in the
fevered fumbling fury
of the frightened flesh parade
in which they lock step
flailing for survival
when their insanity of [...]
Drowning
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, art, beauty, ecstatic, fantasy, mystery, photo, sensuality, wonder
Drowning
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on the boulevard outside
last night’s rain puddles
midst the chaos of metro-clutter
as if abandoned by the waters of earth
it shoulders its way through the culverts
in search of mother sea
this day begins golden and crisp
bird songs echo empty sunrise streets
lovers and their beloved
sit by morning windows
with tea and curiosity
they talk
in those moments
their souls spill one into the [...]
These People
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, art, satire
These People
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these people
that begrudge me my juicy burgers
or my rare filet mignon
that look down their nose
at my slathered baby backs
or sneer with disdain
as I tear into a buttery veal chop
these people
their cutting condemnation
because I’m devouring
a cut of impeccably seasoned loin
like it’s some violation of nature
think about it
if this weren’t the natural way
there wouldn’t be A1 [...]
Morning’s Pardon
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, dark, dreams, erotic, introspection, prayer, regret, sensuality, spirituality, wisdom
…morning brings we fallen mortals forgiveness and hope…
Morning’s Pardon
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fallen into night’s embrace
held down by dark shadows
I writhe in the arms of nightmare
would that I could rise
into the light of dawn’s nod
but I’m flesh, weak, consumed by flesh
purity laid raw entangled in my sin
skin to skin with my obsession
restrained to roil in my transgression
but soon [...]
Rāgarāja’s Daughter
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, beauty, ecstatic, erotic, homage, mystery, sensuality, spirituality, wisdom, wonder
Rāgarāja’s Daughter
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radiant vision silken skinned
translucent alabaster blaze
torrid as a teen’s temptation
leaned low here before me yearning
on plush cloud so sensuous
sweet comely goddess forward bent
graceful face aglow with craving
you conjure ardor’s obsession
a’bloom in beckoned fiery swoon
forearms rest on pillow soft
thoughts aflame in primal need
lips burning smile a fetched seduction
Rāgarāja’s daughter lush with Spring
smoldering in golden light
that [...]
The Edge
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, beauty, dark, fantasy, introspection, mystery, nature, photo, wonder
The Edge
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standing at the edge
feeling far below
the great tides
the ebb and flow
the rise and fall
the come and go of centuries
wave by wave
day by day
might incarnate
the power of indifference
the surge of perfect apathy
and I
as insignificant as the grain of sand
bounced and tumbled
dragged helpless in the undertow
and that crest of froth
rises up in beckon
the silk of azure [...]
The Journey
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, courage, mystery, wisdom, wonder
The Journey
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beckoned to the final tide
called forth by the ferryman
spirit stirs to the distant voice
that draws you to the journey
caught still in this mortal realm
soul resigned to embarkation
time folding in upon
as slow you approach the vessel
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rob kistner © 2011
• linked at Magpie Tales
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image by Mostafa Habibi
Soul Food
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, art, courage, love, philosophy, wisdom
Something life’s experiences have taught me: seeing the world for what it is makes you smart, envisioning the world for what it can be - makes you wise…
Soul Food
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there are countless contradictions
in the elements of the work we do
and conflictions as we strive
but bring these not to table
for I am you
and you are me
and we [...]
The Dimming
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, dark, love, memories, regret, tragedy
The Dimming
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here is the change
the forgetting
the slipping away
into the haze of memory
the frustration
of no longer being able
and still
the burning longing to…
remember
and you
dimming in this fog
midst the times we have cherished
the places we have loved
fading beyond reach
an ever-mounting loneliness
like so many vacant seats
empty
• • •
rob kistner © 2011
• linked at Magpie Tales
Silent
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, beauty, dark, horror, love, memories, photo, regret, sensuality, tragedy
Silent
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do you hear the autumn wind
stirring in the branches
do you hear the leaves rustle
do you hear my breath
whispering your name
do you hear my heart beat
do you hear my tears fall
or is it silent
silent as the light-less realm
that hauntingly engulfs my soul
silent as that night
when apples spilled
on the broken stair
where rail eluded
your grasping hand
silent as your [...]
