Duty Bound

 

“It is not enough that we do our best;
sometimes we must do what is required.”

— Winston Churchill

 

The human race is in the grip of deadly global pandemic that continues to evolve. The coming seasonal change impacts human life, as we are driven indoors. This increased encapsulation of daily life, increases the threat posed by this insidious COVID 19 Delta variant. We have worked hard to develop and distribute the COVID vaccine. It is the responsibility of every human to step up and be vaccinated — it’s free! This is how we will defeat this scourge. It is our duty to protect our fellow humans.

I’m vaccinated. Too many foolishly refuse to do their part to join in the fight. The vaccine is safe, and it works. So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. They are in far more harm, not being vaccinated. We all must ”vax up”! Be part of the solution, not an extension of the problem!

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Crone


 

What your dark mind must conceal
from the spirit
of joy and forgiveness

from that which is pure
tested by time
and the wanting hands
of the sacred crone
the waiting one
who cowers
yet smiles

woman aged of wisdom
warrior soul
spirit eternally reborn
transformed
singing truth
through the hail and barrage
‘cross the bow mast
of freedom
seeking broad measure and berth

as all that you seem to desire
slips slowly away
like rain down a spout
as your nightmares plumb deep
the sphere of black dreams

this timeless crone
could be your miracle
your salvation — your way out
your frail breath
to carry you through your passing

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

 

Gone Dark



Photo by: Jonny Joo

 
My theatre’s now just empty red seats
the street out front — an empty avenue
no one comes view these cinematic feats
nor the celluloid fantasies I knew
the projector’s a beaut, still shine’n bright
casting cine-magic on the big screen
but the joint’s abandoned night after night
my theater’s now COVID’s haunted scene
sadly a victim of something obscene

we try to grasp why this horrible plague
how could we humans unleash such a scourge
when ask where it came from answers seem vague
as earth chants a bitter funeral dirge
arrogance serves to block true solution
as impatience helps continue the spread
is this the time we pay retribution
is this the end time as many have said
we must reflect as we bury our dead

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

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Young Lust


 

Sweet young lust
craving
yet hesitant

innocent bliss
throbbing in the groove
of scorching rock’n’roll

smoldering for some
longing for more
confusion for most

under a starry sky
humid as our urgent embraces
hot as our stolen kisses
in that distant
sizzling
teenage midnight…

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Lawrence Tieke aka rtkistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

~ it’s all so very very groovy — baby ~

 

Ain’t Stoppin’


Written to incorporate a derivation of: “I have left my signature on rocky shores, marked with hues and shades of fuchsia sin; each one a reminder of the kind of person I have been.” – Of the waters and wild.


…like a true nature’s child, I was born to be wild…

 

Left late
on a moonless night
my caddy shine’n bright
a wad’a dolla’s in my hand
visions of the promised land
enticing me ever onward

encountered some unexpected delays
unforeseen bumps in fortune’s highway
but obstacles weren’t turning me away

certainly had my fair share of scrapes
gotten real good at narrow escapes
had the all too frequent bad day
rubbed folks the wrong way
more than a time or two
scuffed my caddy too

lost me a little skin
paint n’patience worn thin
we took some pretty serious hits
saw well laid plans get blown to bits

and though tough times came in bunches
I learned to keep roll’n with the punches
kept the faith to follow my best hunches

my dream
and my caddy
have lost a little lustre
don’t you fret I don’t fluster
because I am on my way
along this highway
to my paradise

and I sure ain’t stoppin’
all signs still point to the promised land
despite having felt fate’s cold hand

been knocked down a time’r two
what I am telling you is true
yes I may be black n’blue
I’m still comin’ through

‘cause I ain’t beaten
ain’t retreatin’

I have left my signature written on the winds
marked in hues and shades of my past sins
each a reminder of the person I have been
and a clear vision of what’ll soon begin
with a promise to never go back again

I’m goin’ where the lights are bright
and miracles happen every night
good luck is in the cards for me
I’ll soon be on a winning spree
figure bad luck is behind me

not completely certain though
‘cause my poor caddy’s
big back window

is fuuuck’d up!

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

Creative writing at: Poets & Storytellers

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Lazy Haze

 

Curtains hang limp
in the front room windows
through which no breeze
has wafted for days

only hot dead air
hangs like a lazy haze
through which seeps
the crisp sound
of sticky tires
crackling like slow-torn velcro
as cars roll sluggish
down our street
tugging at the molten tar patches
of the sizzled surface

in this freakish September bake
the gerbera daisies droop
panting in their porcelain pineapple pots
toasting on the withered wooden stoop
paint cracked and dry
scorched from neglect

even the silk plant
on the kitchen sill
seems to wilt
as perfectly
we burn a threshold

life in slow motion
as two-digit slowly rolls
into triple-digit heat

the glowing zeroes stare red
from the temperature display
like a pair of burning eyes
vacant as my baked brain
sledged with humid thoughts

I bring cool water
to moisten my sun cracked
parched lips

they do not smile
in this climate aberration
as slowly I simmer
deep in dying summer
seeking autumn’s mercy

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Lawrence Tieke aka rtkistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Think!

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Adults argue about the shot
whether they should or should not
we arrogant adults apparently forgot
it’s our children we put on a deadly spot

children back to school sure sounds great
but first roll up their sleeves and vaccinate
then we dense adults can disagree argue and debate
but protect the innocent before it’s just too damned late

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

Read’n Rite’n & Roll’n d’Bones

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Crowding children back into classrooms this coming autumn and winter, as the elusive DELTA VARIANT is driving another major spike in the current raging pandemic, a spike that is even more contagious and lethal than the original outbreak — is blatantly absurd and socially irresponsible. Our youngest are not vaccinated, and we truly do not know just how easily they may become contagious carriers, or they themselves suffer some longterm personal health issues — or worse. I am so torn knowing my grandson Alex, who comes down to visit me everyday, will be heading off to 2nd grade unprotected, on Wednesday. Love that little man so!

Adult humans do, at our best, continue to demonstrate arrogance, impatience, careless irresponsibility, and blatant ignorance in the face of this deadly scourge. Even the easiest, most basic gesture of consideration for others, wearing a mask, foolishly ignored — turning an act of public safety for the community, into some selfish statement of defiance. Humans are turning common sense into a deadly political confrontation, masqueraded as “human rights”?!

And now we are putting the health and safety of our children, as well that of our society as a whole, in mortal danger, by making them pawns in this “rush back to imagined normalcy”. Why? Because we find the necessary continued actions to effectively protect the human right to life — inconvenient, bothersome or confining. Attached to a respirator in a hospital bed, is more confining. A coffin in a grave is far more confining — permanently!

Listen, we have no idea what the “COVID surge-affect” of these massive moves away from safety, already undertaken, will ultimately cause. We do see emergency rooms being strained to breaking again. We see disease and death rates dramatically spiking again, and we see human adults acting like spoiled children, refusing to get vaccinated. Or simpler yet, to mask up! Now we are going to play Russian roulette with our children!

I hope I am just overreacting, but the evidence of the past 18 months tells me there is cause for genuine concern. Time to batten down again until we actually wipe out, or effectively contain COVID, and it’s ongoing mutations — at least to the degree we have with the flu. We still do not understand this COVID in the same way we do the flu. This is not the time to up the stakes in this gamble with the health and the lives of the human race, by rolling our innocent children out like dice!

we must protect life
let’s not make life a dice game
COVID holds d’bones
Autumn’s leaves should be what falls
don’t gamble with the children

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

Symbiosity


I penned a new word to represent the intertwined nature of love.

 

What I said was
don’t touch
go away
leave me be

while inside
I cried out
draw near
stay with me

you are light
you are pure
you are joy
you are free

I am not
I am dark
I am beast
but now I see

like day
needs the night
like shore
defines the sea

like light
needs darkness
there’s only cold
if there’s heat

requires two
different notes
blended for
pure harmony

we can never
be divided
that is a
fool’s fallacy

like the yin
and the yang
of a wise
philosophy

we exist
only together
I’m in you
you’re in me

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

Creative writing at: Poets & Storytellers

Poetry at: dVerse

 

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Comes Love


 

Here I lived at light’s edge
that pooled in the night
on the bleak winter’d streets
of the sad brokenhearted

I hid in the anguish
of the loveless who cowered
in the dark nightmare alleys
of lost love departed

I fed on the grief
of the ravens that wailed
in the brittle bare branches
of tangled dead promise

this was my heartscape
black as mid-winter night
lightless and leafless
no sun shone above

’til a sad beautiful being
eyes lonely — but true
approached from afar
stirring something remembered

the kindled encounter
saw desire’s spark ignite
long neglected — unexpected
a flame flickered in the embers

afraid to come forward
I held outside the glow
but your tenderness drew me
stirring thoughts of sweeter days

your light pierced my darkness
your warmth thawed my soul
your passion stoked love’s coals
my frozen heart burst to blaze

it was love come
to incinerate my blues
there was nothing I could do

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

Creative writing at: Poets & Storytellers

 

My Shadow


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Hidden from the light of day
here your other self resides
though keeping to the shadows
you know that your dark self abides
you feel him at times — don’t you
feel that his dark thoughts are true

a darkling essence
scarred and damaged
sometimes so strong
barely managed
begotten in another time
another life
rife with fear
with pain and strife
come from far away
from another place
but this dark entity
does wear my face
yes — I see

it is an anger
powerfully manifest
righteous
so long suppressed
that could not find effective voice
to save my ruined innocence
I had not the strength
not the choice

I was silent when I had no name
for what I did not comprehend
I knew I must not shoulder blame
but what to do

I now realize it was my youthful trust
that was betrayed
in these ways
so insidious

sadly was this torment done
by the hand of an entrusted one
concealed from blind society
to inflict hurt and animosity

yet
why do I feel conflicted

I know my molten dark self
I had to forge
in that fire of dire adversity
I hammered out my hardened soul
tempered by survival’s hand
by desperate necessity

look here
look deep into your heart
and see

you rose and fought that abject fear
cradled within your broken heart
you lifted yourself from that veil of sorrow
so as to cling to your peace of mind
to your sanity
to see your way to one more tomorrow
to embrace your courage one more day
to finally stand and say —

no more
no
more

so why do I
feel quilt
for the shame
for the tears I spilt

be quiet, my soul
my dark shadow self
saved my life — I know

am I hardened — yes some
but I’m not stone
I have found real love
I no longer face a life alone

when I look inside myself
what is it that I see
beyond the shadows

I see a man
who better understands
his shadow
his dark self
has it now in his command
who has come through
come true
no guilt

I wonder —
did this darkness that enveloped me
cost me my dignity

no — thankfully
it did not

I need not worry
I’ve a firm grasp on my integrity
so be quiet my soul
he saved me —
my shadow

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

To Wonderwall

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…here — the birth of magic…

 
When I seek the fantastic
only to wonderwall will I go
nothing here is impossible
disbelief’s forbidden though
everything here is so amazing
real mysteries here to know

your imagination is set a’flow
here — no unreasonable idea
dreams and wishes big and small
wonderwall will grant them all


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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 


Sometimes it is wonderful to turn from the intellect — and just embrace the id!

That Freefall

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…the heart wants what the heart wants…

 
W e’re in love
with falling in love

it’s the most captivating
intoxicating
human experience

that thrilling
first freefall
of love’s roller coaster

it is pleasure
beyond measure

should the ride end
the heart often rides again

love lures
with the memory
of that freefall

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Shu’dup


 

Yo — I’m d’cat
lost m’damned hat
I’m snocker’d n’sleepy
n’ I’m worn flat

juked myself bleary
jived myself crazy
I’m wasted n’weary
n’way beyond hazy

just gonna sit here
restin’ m’head
when the room has stopped spinin’
it’s home — and t’bed

I’m pissed n’frustrated
don’t bother me — pleeez
lost m’damned hat
now can’t find m’keys

m’head aches so shu’dup
I mean it — not a peep
really not in d’mood
crap – I’m fallin’ asleep

can’t keep m’eyes open
ain’t drinkin’ n’more
lost m’hat and m’keys
now can’t find d’damned door

m’takin’ a cat nap
m’so totally done for
g’night — gonna curl up
right here on d’dance floor

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

Creative writing at: Poets & Storytellers

 

Wonderwall

NOTE: To fully grasp the feeling of this poem, I suggest it almost essential you experience, in total, at least one of the fractal videos you will find below.

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“Come with me and you’ll be iin a world of pure imagination” – Anthony Newley

 

Fantastic is this spell I’m under
magic of a splendorous kind
a world of cornucopic wonder
treasure troves of dreams to plunder
in this kingdom of my mind

to magical mystical ports of call
no longer tethered to mere mortal
high above the wonderwall
swept up in miracle protocol
full sail through mystery’s portal

on an amazing fractal odessey
beyond all one can imagine
a truly alternate reality
a splendid spellcast amalgamy
rolling out to fold in deep again

an infinite fractal paradise
that takes an enlightened eye to see
geometric forms flow so precise
near organic — they grow so concise
a creative energy pure and free

here I see a place enchanted
a world my mind can but beget
wonder is by awe supplanted
no limit to the marvels granted
what I observe — I’ll ne’er forget

by fantasy’s elaboration
through stars of wonder I ascend
soar in sweet hallucination
in ships of my imagination
oh, would this dream but never end

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

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Creative writing at: Poets & Storytellers

 

~ I invite you through the wonderwall on these fantastical trips. ~