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The Quiet • The Strike
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, action, beauty, dark, gratitude, horror, joy, mystery, nature, philosophy, regret, suspense, tragedy, wisdom, wonder
…I’ve written two pieces in response to Three Word Wednesday July 21st prompt • the first is entitled “The Quiet” • the second is entitled “The Strike”…
The Quiet
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left like spent bait
in the disapproving sun
to rot from apathy
the carcasses of constituents
foolishly quiet
curl brittle and crack
victims of their trust
they did not jump
their chance for change
and so they [...]
Questions
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, courage, dark, family, homage, horror, photo, tragedy, wisdom
…I wrote this in response to the June 28th prompt at Big Tent Poetry
and for prompt #59 at Carry On Tuesday…
Questions
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he lifts himself quietly
from beneath the sheets
soiled with neglect
makes his way carefully
past the shallow-breathed crumple
that lay milky-eyed in a heap
un-moving on the floor
save a twitch of the sodden head
this wreckage is his mother
why do you [...]
Extinction’s Shadow
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Haiku, Image, Poetry, Reverse Senryu, Senryu, art, dark, horror, mystery, tragedy, wisdom
…these are rewrites of prior drafts, edited fresh for the June 21st prompt at Big Tent Poetry
and strongly influenced by prompt #7 at We Write Poems…
Extinction’s Shadow
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smothered by big oil
our blue planet is dying
greed’s shadow falls hard
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future is mortgaged
to petrochemical lust
fatal addiction
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mankind is drowning
in a flood of fossil fuel
black tide of folly
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That Hollywood Sparkle
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, dark, horror, humor noir, photo, rant, satire, tragedy, wisdom
…I wrote this in response to the June 14th prompt at Big Tent Poetry…
That Hollywood Sparkle
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it’s not so much we resent the hungry
no more than do we despise the poor
rather we avoid and dismiss them
with the dull cough of apathy
we find them disturbing and dangerous
they disquiet our comfort
we do not flow with the milk of [...]
Maneater
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Image, Poetry, dark, erotic, horror, humor noir, mystery, photo, rhyme, sensuality, tragedy, wisdom
• In response to prompt #6 of the newly opened We Write Poems, I find arrogant, manipulative divas to be difficult to tolerate, or to understand…
Maneater
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auburn mane with sable streaks
frosted ermine — lush with pride
a bounce and whip, and tiply snap
with each stiletto’d wanton stride
taught hips roll on slender stems
that part in ripples then enmesh
a [...]
Anger - 3 Contemplations
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, collage, courage, dark, family, horror, love, rant, tragedy, wisdom
…I offer this 3-part contemplation on anger in response to the June 7th prompt at Big Tent Poetry…
• the first poem is a free verse conceptual perspective on the essence of anger
• the second is a poem I would like to share, which touches the primal anger I felt at the time of the tragic [...]
Lupus Luna
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, dark, dark drama, horror, mystery, photorendering, suspense, tragedy
…I wrote this in response to the May 31st prompt at Big Tent Poetry…
Lupus Luna
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wolf moon hangs heavy
in the damp night sky
I feel its powerful tug
bulbous moist pearl
rolling in a cold chromium fog
forging my steely urges
hardening my unspeakable needs
wet slivers of cloud
smear themselves across its face
irregular
dappling my perverse metamorphosis
translucent sacks of moonbeams
glide the blue black [...]
Trouble Comes to Dry Gulch
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, courage, dark, family, gratitude, horror, love, mystery, photo, suspense, tragedy, wisdom
• In response to the 4th prompt on the newly re-opened Writer’s Island, I introduce you to my imaginary childhood friend. In the heart of a terrified young boy, he was more than real…
Trouble Comes to Dry Gulch
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you were my truest friend
my steady rock of safety
my captain of escape
you were always there
the amazing man [...]
The Key
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, courage, dark drama, family, horror, mystery, photo, suspense, tragedy, wisdom
• In response to the 3rd prompt on the newly re-opened Writer’s Island, I offer a gothic tale…
• I also offer this in response to prompt #116 at One Single Impression…
The Key
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I must move quickly from this light
that pools incrementally
in this long
pungent
segmented hallway
there is some safety in the shadows
that linger tight
to the arch walls
so I [...]
Boxes - Contemplation in 3 Parts
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, Tanka, art, courage, dark, horror, humor, love, mystery, photo, rhyme, stream of consciousness, tragedy, whimsy, wisdom
In response to the Ist prompt on the newly opened We Write Poems, I contemplate boxes
Boxes
Contemplation #1
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my memories gather and squabble
like crows in fallow fields
they pick clean
the bones of my recall
bones against the cruel clay
of an arid barren mind
bones spilled from soul boxes
in which I’d desperately collected
the scarred and damaged pieces
of my broken dreams
dreams now [...]
Mind’s Eye
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, courage, dark, horror, love, mystery, science fiction, stream of consciousness, suspense, tragedy, wisdom
…response to prompt #13 from Magpie Tales…
Mind’s Eye
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I sit
with my mind’s eye
I watch the flow of people
the shuffle of feet
with their different sounds
according to their shoes
I see wan faces of unsmiling lips
their void curves denounce this night
yet unseen
is the gossamer curtain’s fall
that defines their soul’s duality
the divergent reality
through which truth stumbles blind
to move in the [...]
Hands of Neptune
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, dark, horror, mystery, photo, suspense, tragedy
…response to prompt #12 from Magpie Tales…
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Hands of Neptune
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like the disembodied
hands of Neptune
reaching from a rocky confine
breaking surface
into the watery realm
seeking
grasping
needing
but entombed
in a glassened globe
a crystal cage
cruelly shut away
from that which is most desired
contact
connection
prisoner
in brutal isolation
banished
even from the lesser gods
condemned eternally
to never know
the redemption of touch
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rob kistner © 2010
Sad Little Clown
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, action, dark, horror, humor noir, love, mystery, photo, suspense, tragedy
…presented as a second gracious salute to the first prompt from Big Tent Poetry…
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Sad Little Clown
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I am the sad little clown
with the frowning face
the round red nose
and the great big tear
this meek facade
and silly sham
belie the horror
that I engineer
life’s dealt me cold
my hand is slack
not a queen
no king nor ace
the violence
that dwells within
is masked behind
my [...]
NaPoWriMo #20 - Heroes
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, NaPoMo 2010, Poetry, Tanka, courage, dark, family, food, horror, humor, humor noir, love, photo, satire, tragedy, whimsy, wisdom
This is my twentieth post for National Poetry Month 2010
• two free verse poem
• one tanka
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• inspired by Jessica GC’s prompt at read write poem
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Reality At 30,000
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(a hero returns)
distant
slurred
reverberant
like a voice in a canyon
I hear her calling in my mind
my name
rolling sweet as nectar
from lips soft as orchid petals
full as a bursting peach
glistening deep coral
as [...]
NaPoWriMo #18 - Human Arrogance
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, NaPoMo 2010, Poetry, Tanka, art, collage, courage, dark, horror, mystery, photorendering, rant, suspense, tragedy, wisdom
This is my eighteenth post for National Poetry Month 2010
• one free verse poem
• one tanka
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• inspired by Irene’s day 18 read write poem prompt / and #49 at carry on tuesday
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…a thing of beauty is a joy forever, a captive wild soul — is a tragedy…
Pacing
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from rippled sinew black as midnight
bores a stare of [...]
