This is the plot the studio intends
an evil villain who’s a killer clown
striking fear and mayhem all over town
I wonder how this horror movie ends
no way that clown and beauty queen are friends
not as hot as she looks in that evening gown
maybe he’ll push her in that lake n’let her drown
perhaps this is the plot the studio intends
bet he’s gonna kill her in front of her friends
perhaps he will beat her with her pageant crown
or stab her with her scepter when she turns ‘round
I so wanna know how this horror movie ends
ohhellno — RomCom’s not the plot the studio intends
please no — all this lovey-doven’s bringing me down
this can’t be how this movie ends — oh horrors!
These are the movie titles featured in this poem, in the oder they appear:The Lonely Lady, Under the Cherry Moon, Cocktail, Indecent Proposal, Color of Night, Showgirls, The Postman, Battlefield Earth, Swept Away, Catwoman, I Know Who Killed Me, Fifty Shades of Grey
These are the movie titles featured in this poem, in the oder they appear:Shining Through, The Lonely Lady, Under the Cherry Moon, Cocktail, Indecent Proposal, Color of Night, Showgirls, The Postman, Battlefield Earth, Swept Away, Catwoman, I Know Who Killed Me, Fifty Shades of Grey
~ Can you ever go home again? This here’s a lil’truth, lil’fiction. ~
Last night I dreamed
I was wandering next to whitewater
in a stand of mountain birch
the white tree with paper-like bark
my father’s favorite tree
reminds him of Canada
his beloved country of birth
I vividly remember my dad
and his love of the birch
and his longing for Canada
a fondness he instilled in me
sharing his beautiful north country
via semiannual fishing adventures
to the small island log cabin
he still co-owned with a Canuk buddy
many memories still live and breath
in my heart
visions of younger days
one now calling me forward
down into the birch valley
and across the planes
of a childhood long ago
this morning’s sun
came crisp and bright
enfolding my waking
in warmth
and vivid presence
as the world awoke
fresh and fascinating
I embarked early
after eggs
juice
toast and jelly
the sweet and salty taste
lingering
of a homecoming
too long overdue
my soul is full
my mind is clear
my heart — overflowing
but my sprit is tentative
when dusk settles this evening
and early shadows fall soft
I will round Miller’s Corner
as it comes into view
Consumed in love’s embrace
overcome in passion’s tide
overboard into desire’s flood
away we’re swept
a’spin in fevered bliss
breathing breath for breath
until finally
great release
sweeps over us
then gently we drift
intimately entwined
afloat in sweet afterglow
of love’s lingering kiss
The faint stir of autumn can be felt in the evening breeze, as summer slowly wanes. Soon September will rise, to ride with the early fallen leaves downstream into the current of October waters. Their colors whirling, bobbing, tumbling over crystal ripples, round and past the river rocks, over rip rap in the stream bed, carried vividly away into the setting autumn sun.
Days will continue to shorten, shadows will lengthen, a quiet reverent peace will settle upon the valley, as nature prepares itself for the slumber of renewal. However, not before the crackling joyous dance of the grape harvest, and a crisp crimson-gold kiss goodnight.
a breathless whisper
imperceptible murmur
prayer for the harvest
Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Strange Attractors” by: rob kistner © 9/20/24
