Archive for the ‘rant’ Category
Pierced
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, NaPoMo 2011, courage, humor noir, memories, rant
…a rant about my diabetes
written for Day #17, NaPoMo 2011…
Pierced
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needles
hypodermic needles
needles needles needles
BD 30g
sterilized syringes
needles in my arms
needles in my legs
needles in my gut
needles six seven times a day
needles 3 am because
I forget the 11 pm needle
even tiny lances in my fingertips
to verify the needles needles work
needles so that I can see
needles so that I [...]
Mother-less
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, art, courage, dark, horror, memories, mystery, photo, photorendering, rant, regret, tragedy, wisdom
This piece is offered in response to prompt Mag 31 at Magpie Tales
Mother-less
(bastard’s lament)
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undesired
discarded
thrown away
though whole
sound
and useful
no matter
labeled mistake
misbegotten
unfortunate
shown the back
outside
looking in
left behind
alone
by the side
of life’s road
to endure
the harsh weather
of abandonment
tried
convicted
sentenced for life
to suffer confusion
shame
the sorrow
of the unwanted
condemned
guilty only
of the crime
of inconvenience
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rob kistner © 2010
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 [...]
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 [...]
Oh Brother!
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, family, humor noir, love, photo, rant, whimsy, wisdom
Presented in response to the May 10th prompt from Big Tent Poetry, which suggested “be playful! Let the sound of the words carry the weight (of the poem)” — so here is my playful poem of sounds…
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Oh Brother!
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ACHOO!
exploded in the quiet room
followed by a couple loud sniffs
cover your mouth
I blurted in a whisper
before I bonk [...]
NaPoWriMo #27
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, NaPoMo 2010, Poetry, Tanka, acrostic, action, art, courage, dark, gratitude, homage, joy, love, music, mystery, philosophy, photo, prose, rant, satire, suspense, tragedy, video poem, whimsy, wisdom
This is my twenty-seventh post for National Poetry Month 2010
• one acrostic
• one tanka
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• inspired by Carolee Sherwood ’s day 27 prompt at read write poem to write an acrostic
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Evolution
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Even in chaos nature finds balance.
Violent floods beget fertile fields.
One thing ends, another begins.
Life is a cycle of birth and death.
Untamed wildfire creates forest [...]
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 [...]
Terminal Writer’s Block
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under rant
I am ensnared in the throws of writer’s block like I’ve never experienced. I’m impatient, deeply frustrated, and hopelessly distracted by life’s struggles — including a most unwelcome bout of severe neck & back pain. I stare grimacing into the eyes of my mortality.
I got the gris gris gumbo ya ya’s
