Token

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Token

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the words you’ve spoken
have left my heart broken
you say you regret it
ask me to forget it
I feel your apology token

you swear you love me
place no one above me
how can that be true
when you say what you do
leaving less and less of me

Now in tradtional iambic…

the words that you have just spoken
have left my tender heart broken
you say that now you regret it
ask me to please just forget it
but your apology’s token

you swear to the stars you love me
that you place no one above me
but how can that really be true
when you say the things that you do
words that leave less and less of me

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2018

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Today’s dVerse prompt, from Grace, asks that we compose a Quintain. In Spanish they’re called Quintilla. I have stacked two Quintillas here, referred to in Spanish, as a Copla Real. Click below to see more at dVerse.

Poetry form: English & Spanish Quintain

The Nature of Fire

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The Nature of Fire

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here
on the farthest point of the peninsula
an office building is burning
ignited by a single match
careless or criminal
not yet known

inconceivable
that such a structure
can be so wholly engulfed
but the fire was too fierce
and the distance too great
for rescue

but what of the fury
in that single first flame
to have leapt so viciously to consume
to ravage
to devastate so absolutely

like the rage of a repressed
and violated being
too long held down
unjustly deprived
confined

all potential denied
where there is great potential

spirit squelched
where there is great spirit

sometimes a whole civilization can be dying
until finally a single incident
the spark
unleashes a righteous inferno
that has no bounds

all around the good people gather
stare in disbelief
how is this possible
out here
out here on the peninsula
not realizing that such power to combust
to blaze so brilliantly
can only be suppressed for so long

it’s always there
ready to explode
like the fury in the head of that match
and when the smoulder becomes full flame
all will burn
out here on the peninsula
and in here
at the still and protected center

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rob kistner © 2010
revised © 2018

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Skyfire

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Skyfire

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the sunset gun is readied in his grip
quicksilver moon has set a hurried course
the golden orb has wearied from its trip
all is poised, his eyes fixed on the source

gaia reaches gently, into quiet space
while he locks her broad horizons in his sight
gaia pulls a veil of stars slowly ‘cross her face
but he has one last task before its night

he must set the sky ablaze, then he can sleep
broad strokes of coral orange and crimson red
the pattern must be bold, the color deep
so he aims the sunset gun, and blasts it overhead

in a brilliant flash the heavens light with fire
in rich and vivid hues, as if burning with desire
the gumasters succeeded but tomorrow he returns
to rise the morning sun, till then the nightsky burns

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2018

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That’s Stretching It!

As this is Thanksgiving Day in America, the undeclared celebration of overeating, thought I’d respond in kind to today’s dVerse prompt, from Grace, that we compose a Quintain. I have stacked two Quintains, in the spirit of a limerick. By definition, a humorous, frequently bawdy or tasteless verse, often of three long and two short lines rhyming aabba, popularized by Edward Lear.

YOU WERE WARNED! This is tasteless humor, but not meant to offend large individuals, as I am myself, but rather to suggest to folks like myself, to exhibit some dignity, and not go parading around in public in Spandex. As you can see from my friend pictured here – it is certainly not flattering.

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That’s Stretching It!

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it’s amazing what spandex can bind
no matter how huge the behind
they mash and they they jam it in
they grunt and they cram it in
it’s enough to make you want to go blind

then they stuff in their gigantic belly
looks just like a balloon full of jelly
then off they do waddle
thinkin’ they look like some model
to buy chocolate ice cream at the deli

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rob kistner © 2018

Poetry form: English & Spanish Quintain

A Clearing

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A Clearing

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often when you’re away
a calm settles over me
I’m filled with a warmth
a peace
a joy that is my love for you

the storm clouds of anger
part
the fog of life’s distractions
dissipates
the veil of pride
of insecurity
lifts

I see with great clarity
how real
my love for you
how true
my bond of fidelity
how remarkable
our relationship
how certain
I would give my life for you

in these precious moments
emotions overwhelm me

I vow I will share with you
the depth of these feelings
holding nothing back
baring all

then that fog creeps back
I am again shrouded by insecurity
by frail bruised ego

courage stumbles
precious opportunity fades
expressions of love falter
foolishly
I fall mute

so my love
forever see these words
as a clearing
where you alone can visit
to be nurtured

a private
wonderful place
you alone can go
to truly know
these treasures in my heart

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rob kistner © 2018

Hedone’s Daughter

  • WARNING! For adult readers only!
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    Hedone’s Daughter

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    radiant vision silken skinned
    translucent alabaster blaze
    torrid as a teen’s temptation
    leaned low
    here before me
    yearning

    straplened ankles fragile turned
    stiletto’d rise
    on carpet soft
    emblazened vixen
    forward bent
    availed so boldly
    flush with craving

    graceful face
    brazen aglow
    comely raised and tilted back
    my fingers tangled in your hair
    lifting firm
    yet luscious slow

    swept away in lustful swoon
    forearms rest on velvet sheets
    eyes aflame in sapphire need
    blatant in your fetched seduction

    Hedone’s daughter lush with Spring
    smouldering
    in golden light
    that folds upon you soft as satin
    ‘cross nape of neck
    arched silk desire

    down glistening back
    that tempting tapers
    to the tender
    warm and sultry
    wonderland for fingertips
    to touch
    and tease
    and tantalize

    to explore
    your quivering body
    soul-addictive
    luscious
    grand
    divinely-pleasing sculpted vessel
    brought forth by Aphrodite’s hand

    virgin fruit swells full and ripe
    flesh silhouette to hypnotize
    enticing in the candle’s flicker
    fondled by my hungry eyes

    they stroke and tweak
    the blossomed berries
    that burst
    engorged with passion’s heat

    that taunt my tongue to twirl ’round
    my teeth to nip in playful tug
    draw to my lips
    now lewdly moist
    to take
    and taste in eager suckle

    willful hands
    of pleasured probing
    wrap slender waist
    then slowly slide
    ‘cross pleading hips
    of sensuous rise
    to fall into erotic folds
    molded from the charms of Venus

    ’round dual swells of burning myth
    that writhe
    atop two lathen’d stems
    long and lithe
    as liquid love
    turned by pleasure’s gloried angels
    tempered in a sacred fire

    stretched taut
    raised high on tips of toes
    proud
    defined
    and goddess buff

    enough to make one
    want to stuff
    to thrust and thrust
    in randy lust
    ’til passion’s seed
    has turned to dust

    and wanton
    carnal
    flames
    are snuffed

    spring’s sweet madness
    full rebuffed

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2010
    (revision © 2018)

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  • candle photo entitled “Lovers” by: Bolshevixen
  • photographer of couple embracing unknown
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  • Lost Meditations

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    Lost Meditations

    ~

    lost meditations resurface
    in these november years

    reflections of mysteries once pondered
    beauty beheld
    of veiled truth pursued

    in quiet depth
    disturbed only by faint breath
    beckoning me inward
    to the bright center of joy

    where a flutter of understanding
    in a snap-flash of oneness
    shudders me conscious
    in shivering anticipation
    of that which is not known

    that which cannot be named
    in the twilight of this finite
    as threads of evermore
    bind fast my dreams
    to carry them onward
    effortlessly

    I gently surrender
    as lost meditations resurface
    in my november years

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2008
    (revision © 2018)

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  • Nubian Goddess

    Today for dVerse Poetics, Anmol (HA) asked us to explore desire. I opted to be inspired by sensuous music. This piece was inspired by listening to my 1974 vinyl record album entitled “Mysterious Traveler”, by Weather Report. On of the most sensuous albums ever recorded. It sets the imagination ablaze!


    Weather Report was one of the earliest and most influential Jazz-Rock groups. Keyboardist Joe Zawinul and saxophone player Wayne Shorter formed the group in 1971. Both originally members of the Miles Davis’ group, they were joined by the legendary bassist, ,Jaco Pastorius, making Weather Report a milestone group of modern music…

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    …here is my poem of desire inspired by their music…




     
    Nubian Goddess

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    eyes dark and deep as nile nocturne
    scorching as nubian sundance
    this blackthorn rose
    is the secreted passion

    the sultry jungle goddess
    inscribed in the book of ardor

    fired in molten scarlet
    woman forged of earthen bronze

    ablaze in the sensual dreams
    of writhing midnight

    she is smoke and flame
    the mysterious traveler

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2018

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  • The beautiful woman in the photo above is Jourdan Dunn
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  • “Scarlet Woman” by: Weather Report
  • “Birdland” by: Weather Report

  • Bloody Sue

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    Bloody Sue

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    Gather close so you might hear
    A tale of terror, a tale of fear
    Of a vigilante from beyond the grave
    Only justice did this spirit crave
    You may choose to doubt my word
    But know damned well this all occurred

    A vengeful maiden dressed in red
    7 men lured, 7 men dead
    7 men drawn to this comely miss
    7 souls lost to her lethal kiss

    A modern legend is Bloody Sue
    Her deeds of terror are bold and true
    Was she from hell or heaven’s gate
    It’s certain her victims earned their fate

    The first, the banker, a crooked man
    Stole dreams of others with his evil plan
    To own the world, to possess the lot
    Now all that’s his is a dead man’s plot
    Found with coins choked down his throat
    Clutched in his hand a bloody note
    “You greedy bastards, this could be you
    Remember well!”, signed Bloody Sue

    The second, the lawyer, a prideful sort
    Lied and cheated to win in court
    And bragged of his dishonest way
    Until violence marked his final day
    Found one morning with bashed-in head
    A bloody gavel lay on his bed
    “Bludgeoned here for his lies and scandal!”
    Read Sue’s note, wrapped ’round the handle

    The third, the bishop, a man of lust
    Molested innocent’s, betrayed their trust
    Kept a journal of his lurid deeds
    A trophy to all his prurient needs
    Found on his pulpit with a bloody lap
    His private parts in his bishop’s cap
    “Beware vile predators throughout this land!”
    Sue had carved in the bishop’s hand

    Fourth was the baker, a gluttoness fool
    Treated his workers horribly cruel
    Paid wages that left an empty plate
    While he gorged himself – he ate and ate
    One day at the bakery’s opening hour
    He was found dead in a vat of flour
    Across the vat, bold and big,
    In chocolate icing, Sue wrote “pig!”

    Then the lazy chief of the town’s police
    Unsolved cases filled his valise
    Crime and violence everywhere
    While he snoozed in his office chair
    One day shots rang loud and clear
    Sue riddled the chief from ear to ear
    “Get another chief, get this damned work done!”
    Said the note from Sue, found by the gun

    The office gossip, and his jealous way
    Spread lies and rumors on the phone all day
    His envy the ruin of many good names
    Destroying lives with his vicious games
    Sue used his phone to strangle him
    And left a voice mail dire and grim
    “To all who ruin a reputation
    You too will die from strangulation!”

    Last… the radio talk-show host
    Spreading propaganda, coast to coast
    Pawn of a racist politician
    Thought he was above suspicion
    Electrocuted on his live broadcast
    Sue dealt justice hard and fast
    She was heard to say as hot sparks flew
    “Beware you haters, I’ll fry you too!”

    So that’s the story of Bloody Sue
    Believe it or not, that’s up to you
    A brutal beauty in scarlet cape
    From her vengeful hands there’s no escape
    She will draw from you your final breath
    If she marks you with her kiss of death

    Some say a ghost who haunts this earth
    Others claim an angel, of heavenly birth
    But all agree there’s one thing true

    If you’re a son-of-a-bitch,
    She’ll come for you

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2008

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    collage at top: “Scarlett Lady”by: rob kistner © 2008

    Lost in Azure

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    Lost in Azure

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    across the way
    last night’s rain
    puddles
    ‘midst the chaos of construction

    trapped on-site
    as if abandoned by the waters of earth

    it shoulders its way to the culvert
    in search of mother sea

    this day begins
    dewy and crisp

    bird songs echo empty sunrise streets

    lover and beloved
    we sit by the morning window
    with tea
    and curiosity.

    we talk

    in this moment
    our souls spill
    one into the other
    until I am distracted

    your lips continue sculpting words

    but I’ve fallen
    deep into your eyes

    lost in azure

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2018

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