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		<title>Images</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:11:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob Kistner</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;lest we ever forget
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Images

•
images
unreal
unfathomable images
the graceful glide
engulfed by the spire
in a roar of golden orange
horribly beautiful
perversely mesmerizing
obscene
devastating images
torrents of humanity
raining down
desperation their only escape
masses of humanity
racing
to outrun the unbelievable
praying
to be delivered from the inconceivable
traumatic images
shrines of free commerce
consumed
by the unbearable weight
of their fragile significance
plummeting to earth
in a cloud of self-destruction
heartbreaking images
screaming
dazed
terrified souls
consumed
by the unbearable weight [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><center><font size="3"><i>&#8230;lest we ever forget</i></font></center></p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;</p>
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<p align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p><center><font color="#cc0000" face="zapfino" size="4">Images</font></center><br />
<br />
<center><font color="#009999" size="2">•</font></center><br />
<center>images</center></p>
<p><center>unreal<br />
unfathomable images</p>
<p>the graceful glide<br />
engulfed by the spire<br />
in a roar of golden orange</p>
<p>horribly beautiful</p>
<p>perversely mesmerizing</p>
<p>obscene<br />
devastating images</p>
<p>torrents of humanity<br />
raining down</p>
<p>desperation their only escape</p>
<p>masses of humanity<br />
racing<br />
to outrun the unbelievable</p>
<p>praying<br />
to be delivered from the inconceivable</p>
<p>traumatic images</p>
<p>shrines of free commerce<br />
consumed<br />
by the unbearable weight<br />
of their fragile significance<br />
plummeting to earth<br />
in a cloud of self-destruction</p>
<p>heartbreaking images</p>
<p>screaming<br />
dazed<br />
terrified souls<br />
consumed<br />
by the unbearable weight of the moment</p>
<p>staggering onward<br />
to outdistance the surging roll<br />
of all-engulfing<br />
pulverized aftermath</p>
<p>courageous images</p>
<p>battered<br />
determined<br />
tireless heroes</p>
<p>those who were called<br />
who served unselfishly</p>
<p>some<br />
who gave the ultimate service</p>
<p>haunting images</p>
<p>color<br />
gender<br />
ethnicity<br />
wiped away<br />
from the ashen-grey faces<br />
of the traumatized throngs</p>
<p>now just masks of calamity</p>
<p>all made equal<br />
by horror and grief</p>
<p>one nation<br />
under siege<br />
inconsolable<br />
with tragedy and sorrow<br />
for all</p>
<p>unforgettable images<br />
tattooed in our hearts</center></p>
<p><center><font color="#009999" size="2">•  •  •</font></center><br />
<center>rob kistner © 9/11/09</center></p>
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		<title>This Fog</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 14:40:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob Kistner</dc:creator>
		
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This Fog

•
it is forth from this fog
begins my journey
midst snares of habit
and chaos of distraction
provocative intrusions of impulse
their steely grip resolute
tug t&#8217;ward frenzy&#8217;s edge 
yet clarity struggles
to find foothold
a tentative purchase
from whence a life
is launched and guided
confusion an insistent helmsman
steering a frantic manic course
and I a captive captain
blessed and cursed 
set upon a wondrous quest
of [...]]]></description>
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<p><center><font color="#cc0000" face="zapfino" size="4">This Fog</font><br />
<br />
<font color="#009999" size="2">•</font></p>
<p>it is forth from this fog<br />
begins my journey</p>
<p>midst snares of habit<br />
and chaos of distraction</p>
<p>provocative intrusions of impulse<br />
their steely grip resolute<br />
tug t&#8217;ward frenzy&#8217;s edge </p>
<p>yet clarity struggles<br />
to find foothold</p>
<p>a tentative purchase<br />
from whence a life<br />
is launched and guided</p>
<p>confusion an insistent helmsman<br />
steering a frantic manic course<br />
and I a captive captain</p>
<p>blessed and cursed </p>
<p>set upon a wondrous quest<br />
of worried fascination</p>
<p>ever charting port to port<br />
troubled sea to troubled sea<br />
on fragile footing</p>
<p>steadfast to overcome<br />
to overcome<br />
to always overcome</center></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#009999">•  •  •</font></p>
<p align="center">rob kistner © 2009</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p><center><i>&#8230;I&#8217;m AADD with a compulsive element, and I&#8217;ve learned over the years how to manage my situation &#8212; this is a poetic reflection of my journey to understand and to cope&#8230;</i></center></p>
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		<title>Ritual</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 15:09:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob Kistner</dc:creator>
		
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Ritual

•
keys
especially car keys
reside in an alternate universe
not everyone is aware of this
but it is true
keys can crossover into our realm
and will
reluctantly
but this requires of us
a rather detailed ritual
involving cursing
combined with scowling
and at times shouting
the gritting of teeth
some degree of fist clenching
frantic lumbering from room to room
perhaps adding arm flailing
the turning of circles
and rigid glances to [...]]]></description>
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<p><center><font color="#cc0000" face="zapfino" size="4">Ritual</font><br />
<br />
<font color="#009999" size="2">•</font></p>
<p>keys<br />
especially car keys<br />
reside in an alternate universe</p>
<p>not everyone is aware of this<br />
but it is true</p>
<p>keys can crossover into our realm<br />
and will<br />
reluctantly<br />
but this requires of us<br />
a rather detailed ritual<br />
involving cursing<br />
combined with scowling<br />
and at times shouting<br />
the gritting of teeth<br />
some degree of fist clenching<br />
frantic lumbering from room to room<br />
perhaps adding arm flailing<br />
the turning of circles<br />
and rigid glances to the heavens<br />
to demonstrate earnestness</p>
<p>this generally is not sufficient<br />
to recall the keys immediately<br />
so<br />
genuflecting becomes a major component<br />
followed by deep bowing<br />
to gaze suppliantly<br />
under chairs<br />
sofas<br />
beds<br />
desks<br />
and dressers<br />
large appliances<br />
small might also be considered</p>
<p>be aware<br />
it is not wasted endeavor to peer into the fridge<br />
as it has been known to elicit positive results<br />
though not often</p>
<p>keys still a no-show</p>
<p>then lifting of seat cushions is recommended<br />
it appears to increase the power<br />
of this prayer of reunion<br />
tossing can be included for drama<br />
some keys are drawn to drama</p>
<p>if still no sign of keys</p>
<p>then transition to the opening<br />
and slamming<br />
of multiple drawers<br />
large and small<br />
deep and shallow<br />
wooden<br />
metal<br />
and synthetic </p>
<p>don’t forget to include the bathroom<br />
as keys sometimes choose to reappear<br />
in most unusual and exotic places</p>
<p>still no keys</p>
<p>then move to the pocket searching phase<br />
jackets<br />
shirts<br />
trousers<br />
walking shorts<br />
it seems the more clothing types one addresses<br />
during this portion of the ceremony<br />
the more effective it is in summoning the keys</p>
<p>the rite may also need to include<br />
the repetition of a number of ceremonial elements<br />
already completed</p>
<p>it is not clear precisely how many must be repeated<br />
so<br />
this particular part of the ritual<br />
is a bit of trial and error<br />
very frustrating<br />
but sometimes essential in conjuring keys</p>
<p>occasionally so is retracing<br />
portions of this journey of petition<br />
the exact requirements<br />
for satisfying this backtracking<br />
is also ambiguous<br />
so<br />
use your best judgment</p>
<p>in fact<br />
one must remain aware<br />
this is not an exact rite of entreaty<br />
so<br />
perseverance is highly recommended</p>
<p>if the keys are distracted<br />
or otherwise engaged in their alter-realm doings<br />
it may be necessary<br />
to include a pilgrimage to the garage<br />
to perform an in depth laying on of hands<br />
in scouring the car </p>
<p>often this will stir the key’s attention<br />
and bid them come<br />
for they spend quite a bit of time<br />
when in our realm<br />
in close relationship with the car</p>
<p>if all else has failed to beckon forth the keys<br />
it may be necessary to solicit the cooperation<br />
and participation of a loved one<br />
to then repeat the entire ceremony</p>
<p>if one resorts to this partnering<br />
as a part of the search and retrieval ritual<br />
it is important to honor the chosen loved one<br />
with praise and gratitude<br />
and certainly gifts are not out of place </p>
<p>please know<br />
at times it is necessary to make such offerings<br />
prior to securing cooperation of a loved one<br />
especially if one did a poor job<br />
bestowing ones thanks and admiration<br />
following a previous such ceremony of discovery<br />
in which the said loved one jointly participated</p>
<p>this is not sacrilege<br />
and occasionally will bring about early success<br />
in calling forth the keys</p>
<p>once the keys make their appearance<br />
it is tradition to exaggerate ones relief and joy<br />
extolling the virtues of the keys<br />
careful never to scold<br />
exclaiming their importance<br />
and to boast promises<br />
proclaiming how you will stay closer<br />
and better in touch with the precious keys<br />
understanding<br />
that this pledge of fidelity and improvement<br />
is completely ceremonial<br />
and will have no real impact on the future</center></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#009999">•  •  •</font></p>
<p align="center">rob kistner © 2009</p>
<p><center><i>&#8230;poem written in response to the writing prompt &#8220;Key&#8221;, found at <a target="_blank" href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/179-key.html">Sunday Scribblings</i></a></center></p>
<p><center>&#8230;<a href="http://image-verse.com/misplaced"><i><b>here</b></i></a> is another poem I wrote for the same prompt.</center><br /></p>
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		<title>Misplaced</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 17:07:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob Kistner</dc:creator>
		
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Misplaced

•
my keys
my car keys
where the hell are my car keys
I&#8217;ve looked everywhere
well
obviously not everywhere
I can’t keep track of things
better find Kathy
thank heavens for the gift of voice
makes her more difficult to lose
unless we’re in Costco
woman enjoy a special gift
the gift of invisibility
my keys share that gift
if it&#8217;s not the keys it&#8217;s my wallet
if not my [...]]]></description>
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<p><center><font color="#cc0000" face="zapfino" size="4">Misplaced</font><br />
<br />
<font color="#009999" size="2">•</font></p>
<p>my keys</p>
<p>my car keys</p>
<p>where the hell are my car keys<br />
I&#8217;ve looked everywhere</p>
<p>well<br />
obviously not everywhere</p>
<p>I can’t keep track of things<br />
better find Kathy</p>
<p>thank heavens for the gift of voice<br />
makes her more difficult to lose</p>
<p>unless we’re in Costco</p>
<p>woman enjoy a special gift<br />
the gift of invisibility<br />
my keys share that gift</p>
<p>if it&#8217;s not the keys it&#8217;s my wallet<br />
if not my wallet &#8212; my notes<br />
a pen<br />
my watch<br />
that phone number</p>
<p>a book<br />
the tickets<br />
my eye-glasses<br />
those personal receipts</p>
<p>some damned thing is always lost<br />
my life is search and rescue</p>
<p>drives me up the wall<br />
and everyone around me &#8212; crazy</p>
<p>except Kathy<br />
patience personified</p>
<p>what would I do without my wife<br />
wouldn&#8217;t be only my things that were lost</center></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#009999">•  •  •</font></p>
<p align="center">rob kistner © 2009</p>
<p><center><i>&#8230;poem written in response to the writing prompt &#8220;Key&#8221;, found at <a target="_blank" href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/179-key.html">Sunday Scribblings</i></a></center></p>
<p><center>&#8230;<a href="http://image-verse.com/ritual"><i><b>here</b></i></a> is another poem I wrote for the same prompt.</center><br /></p>
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		<title>The Window</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:36:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob Kistner</dc:creator>
		
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The Window

•
outside my window
midday celebrates
alive with September sun
and the scurry of creatures
warmed by late summer
nature
in splendid voice
the chuff of tree’d red squirrel
blend with the song
chirp
and trill of birds
chickadee
goldfinch
western bluebird
and others
fly
flutter
and flit
cracking the black-oil sunflower seeds
that spill from their feeders
under the patient eye of a red-tailed hawk
casually calling
from the top of a Sitka spruce
swaying in the [...]]]></description>
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<p><center><font color="#cc0000" face="zapfino" size="4">The Window</font><br />
<br />
<font color="#009999" size="2">•</font></p>
<p>outside my window<br />
midday celebrates<br />
alive with September sun<br />
and the scurry of creatures<br />
warmed by late summer</p>
<p>nature<br />
in splendid voice</p>
<p>the chuff of tree’d red squirrel<br />
blend with the song<br />
chirp<br />
and trill of birds</p>
<p>chickadee<br />
goldfinch<br />
western bluebird<br />
and others</p>
<p>fly<br />
flutter<br />
and flit</p>
<p>cracking the black-oil sunflower seeds<br />
that spill from their feeders<br />
under the patient eye of a red-tailed hawk<br />
casually calling<br />
from the top of a Sitka spruce<br />
swaying in the crisp blue sky</p>
<p>woven into this sonic tapestry<br />
the muffled belling of a deer<br />
wandering in the safety of the old-growth<br />
whispering in these foothills</p>
<p>the quiet bark of a neighbor’s dog<br />
echoes through the basin<br />
up along the stream<br />
signaling its curiosity<br />
reminding me we have friends nearby</p>
<p>the soothing rustle of leaves<br />
large and small<br />
stirred by the breezes<br />
waft through this valley<br />
smartly punctuated<br />
by the staccato of conifer cones<br />
that fall from time to time<br />
wrested free by chickaree<br />
and chipmunk<br />
chattering high in the Douglas fir<br />
busy with their forage</p>
<p>wap wap wap</p>
<p>they strike the ground<br />
and bounce off our roof</p>
<p>closely followed<br />
by the scamper of their liberators<br />
crunching their way<br />
to the heart-meat of the cone</p>
<p>the delicacy<br />
that elicits this furious industry</p>
<p>I sit by the open window<br />
with tea<br />
and fascination<br />
mesmerized by all I behold</p>
<p>intoxicated<br />
by the heady fragrance<br />
drifting in</p>
<p>cedar<br />
pine<br />
fir</p>
<p>lily<br />
rose<br />
morning glory</p>
<p>grasses<br />
loam<br />
and more</p>
<p>a rich earthy bouquet</p>
<p>I breathe deep<br />
exhale<br />
free a smile</p>
<p>and marvel</center></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#009999">•  •  •</font></p>
<p align="center">rob kistner © 2009</p>
<p><center><i>&#8230;poem written in response to &#8220;Eavesdropping&#8221; prompt #2, found at <a target="_blank" href="http://readwritepoem.org/groups/poetry-mini-challenges/forum/topic/206">Read Write Poem</i></a></center><br /></p>
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