Month: December 2019

Born Wild

“A gift for my brilliant, beautiful, 47-year-old, financial-planner daughter.”

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Born Wild

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a gift of freedom for you daughter Jeni
though it’ll be one among many
hope this one stands apart
hope it revs your wild heart
and boundaries — you won’t have any

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rob kistner © 2019

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Gift: Ducati 73hp M797 motorcycle

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Daughter: Jeni, Summer 2019

 

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    Meet the bar with gift rhymes

    • Your Eyes

    “Otherworldly love poetry”

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    Your Eyes

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    I have watched
    golden clouds
    waft the emerald climbs
    over Telure’s cerulean seas

    heard the haunting calls
    fill Droon’s violet skies
    as coral-winged Lellurts
    took to flight

    seen the copper hues
    of Parmus fronds
    fire indigo mists
    ‘neath Gemin’s crystal trees

    beheld exquisite beauty
    of bright new worlds
    but none so enchantingn
    as your eyes — tonight

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

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    Cerulean blue and emerald of Telure

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    violet sky of Droon Cluster

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    a crystal tree of Gemin

     

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    Poetics: New Year – New World

    • December Memories

  • A flashback for OLN #256:

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    December Memories

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    • pine boughs sparkling
    yule log crackling
    full hearts brimming
    drawn close this night

    ribbons
    on bright papers
    gifts bestowed
    one at a time

    round and round
    the kindred circle
    celebrating
    unveiled affections

    joy
    love
    and cheerful laughter
    precious times with family

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2018

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    “This is the sad year I bow out as Santa”

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    My wife and I as “singing” Santa and Mrs Clause. We visit several families each year at Christmas as a special surprise for the children. When we visit, I lead the children, and the entire group, singing Christmas Carols. Been doing it for a number of years. BTW, that is my real beard. And Mrs. Clause carries the watering can because she delivers a fun, low-key environmental message for the children. But my declining health may see this year as my last journey as Santa Claus. It has been rewarding beyond measure to see the excitement and love in the eyes of the little ones, especially in their years 2 or 3 until 5 or 6. It’s been such a wonderful gift to have been Santa. I will miss it! ;-(

    The Missing

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    The Missing

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    without warning they were simply gone
    we were left bewildered, to carry on
    the entire family strangely disappeared
    what happened here is truly very weird

    they were taken in an instant long ago
    to where, we will likely never know
    midst this kitchen clutter, it abruptly ended
    was life concluded, or just suspended

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

     

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