Wicked!
Friday, May 30th, 2008
WARNING! This a sensuous poem recommended for mature readers. If you wish to continue, click here. You can return here to comment.
Remembered
Thursday, May 29th, 2008
Remembered
•
leaning comfortably
into the curves
wind whipping
through our long hair
we wind our way
into the mountains
into the evening
alive
with 2-wheeled freedom
on the open road
not counting days
not keeping track
just being - free
we glide
feet up
knees tucked
captivated
by the thrill
of the throttle
we rocket
dive from light to shadow
to resurface once more
in the light
again and again
as the sun reveals itself
from time to time
warming us
from between [...]
The Fool
Thursday, May 22nd, 2008“Sad Harlequin” by: Lladró
The Fool
•
I will not smile today, you see
my broken heart is hurting. So
tears reside where joy once lived –
I will not smile today. You see,
she loved my wealth, but not so me;
I was a fool, I know.
I will not smile today, you see,
my broken heart is hurting so!
• • •
rob kistner [...]
The Legend
Thursday, May 22nd, 2008
he never quit on his dream, or his humanity
The Legend
•
permit me to share the legend
of the man who rocked the world
luminous — larger than life
his banner of fame unfurled
with confidence he took each stage
flashed his skills with pride and power
his celebrity rocketed skyward
enormous talent, in his finest hour
a humble tempering childhood
helped him hone his mythic [...]
The Vow
Friday, May 9th, 2008
The Vow
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I pledged I’d never leave your side
and whole my vow remains
as the passion of our love spilled forth
we drank deeply in our youth
the fire of our joined bliss
flowed molten from our core
as we made our fervent bond
its blaze grew ever brighter
it kindled dreams that carried us
to family and good fortune
its heat has warmed us [...]
Truth
Friday, May 2nd, 2008Truth
•
prowling
the nocturnal neon zoo
groin deep in humankind
suckling life’s sweet underbelly
swilling full
the luscious flesh festival
seduced
by the siren song
of sacred craving
I am a night being
stalking
dangerous
I am a sentient being
disillusioned
seeking
my fingers burn
from dancing
with the fire-whores of
angst
and indignation
I come
in a rolling demon’s fire
fast and hard
tough as hell
cresting
and crashing in
howling mad
scorching the night
dancing
with every devil I can find
ranting
raving
blazing
a combusting carnal [...]
Outrageous
Saturday, April 26th, 2008Outrageous
•
watch them
see them
in their cavernous dwellings
shrines to excess
to waste
testaments to foolish disregard
for our precious planet
observe them hoist themselves
to command positions
in gluttonous drive-time dinosaurs
dreaded treaded behemoths
that bully across the face
of our crippled planet
devouring resources
like a herd
of metallic mastodons
a relentless forage
of fragile fossil fuel
to suck dry
the paleozoic nectar
300 million years
in the making
a fraction of that
in the plunder
and [...]
Seasons
Thursday, April 24th, 2008Author’s note: This is a suite of four haiku that reflect the seasons of the year.
Seasons
•
Spring
(haiku)
•
wings flutter gently
spring breeze bends full flowered stems
meadow dance begins
• • •
Summer
(haiku)
•
green leaf on blue pond
turns in golden summer sun
red bird softly sings
• • •
Fall
(haiku)
•
stalks lie down in fields
arbors burst with ripened grape
fall is on the land
• • •
Winter
(haiku)
•
coarse lands [...]
Gaia Weeps (earth day ‘o8)
Monday, April 21st, 2008Gaia Weeps
(haiku)
•
Man seeks dominion
Frail balance has been disturbed
Gaia is weeping
• • •
rob kistner © 2007
To Remain
Friday, April 18th, 2008To Remain
•
moonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in
as night wind stirs
like mocking breath
of life now lost
to light-less realm
beyond the chill
encircling me
empty
to remain
no emotion
save grief
apples spilled
on broken stair
where rail eluded
grasping hand
no voice came
to futile cry
those lips
will not know again
sweet fruit
nor love
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
Swept Away
Thursday, April 17th, 2008A bluesman’s life and soul. Music gives me goose-bumps, especially when created by genuine human spirit
NOTE: I invite you to listen to the recorded “spoken word” version of this poem you’ll find at the bottom of this post. I’ve mixed in a little ‘atmosphere’ to heighten the immersion.
Swept Away
•
memphis red
no longer is
gray [...]