Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Maneater” by: rob kistner © 9/16/24
I am a vampire
I am the danger that you desire
I burn in your blood like unholy fire
You say you don’t want me I say you’re a liar
I’ll take you beyond death and then take you higher
I am a vampire
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rob kistner © 2024
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Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “The Slayer Cometh” by: rob kistner © 9/16/24
Slowing my heartbeat
steadying my breath
I turn the key
the lock clicks
the door unseats
fate’s dealt this hand
I’m both prisoner
and executioner
in this deadly game
silver blade poised
swinging the lair’s door open
I enter
whispering
tonight you die…
vampire
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Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Paris Beauty” by: rob kistner © 9/12/24
Quietly she sits
aglow in Paris moonlight
spilling through
the tattered sky
time to time
to flood sterling
in those moments
this quaint sidewalk cafe
lovely lady
you look so at peace
yet so alive
vibrant
and so very beautiful
the rising moon
paints your face
a fetching pale rose
as the full Luna
works its seductive magic
a singular teary beauty
you’re radiant
under the cherry moon
cocktail in hand
I want so to approach you
tell you how enticing you look
how you stir my desire
but I hesitate
I fear you’d consider
my fervent advance
an indecent proposal
I don’t want the color of night
to turn a lecherous purple
when what I feel
is passion’s purest red
yes — I am excited by you
more and more
on fire
you’ve such a classic look
sensual
yet — vintage sophisticated
one of Ziegfeld’s elegant showgirls
but I’m a poor soul
the postman
a lowly schlep
out here fighting daily
to make a living
on this battlefield earth
most certainly
not in your class
my goddess
but I’m swept away
mesmerized by your beauty
the graceful lines of your face
your lithe feline form
Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “To Her Lips”
by: rob kistner © 9/12/24
your slender fingers
caressing the stem
of your martini glass
like a captivating
catwoman
you are utterly intoxicating
if you ever turn my way
look into my eyes
and smile
well then…
I know who killed me
you
Aphrodite of the corner cafe
Venus of the street-side apéritif
it would be you
…because I’ll likely die
my heart will stop
my hair
turning fifty shades of grey
as my dust blows away
but really
I would not mind
a magical little death
the transcendence of
“la petite mort”
with you m’lady
would be wonderful
quite precious
a precious Paris dream
but alas
too long I’ve lingered
too long I’ve dreamed
this moment has captured me
I am hopelessly lost
to loving you
Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Ecstasy”
by: rob kistner © 9/12/24
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rob kistner © 2022
edited revision © 2024
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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
Sing to me my sweet sweet lover
songs as soft as silk and satin
sensual as a bare embrace
warm summer sun upon our face
promise me the world is ours
that this perfect moment’s endless
lift me up on rapture’s cloud
my racing heart is pounding loud
set sail our souls on pleasure’s sea
fill our hearts with passion’s fire
smother me in scorched sweet kisses
oh what a fiery bliss this is
come to me and take me timeless
sweep me off ‘cross ecstasy’s ocean
enfold me in your deepest dreams
to simmer under summer moonbeams
we seek night’s soothing shade
aflame in love’s sensual serenade
under a moonlit sky of stars above
we’ll sail forever on the sea of love
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rob kistner © 2024
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Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Sweet Silver Steel” by: rob kistner © 9/9/24
He makes his way carefully
past the shallow-breathed crumple
that lay milky-eyed in a heap
un-moving on the floor
save a twitch of the sodden head
this wreckage is his mother
she remains slack
death-like
nocturne angels of sweet release
had laid down lush upon her
in fevered embrace
lustfully conjured
by last night’s spoon and lance
skewered silver
deep in the soured vein
mama — why do you want to die
only silence
mama
don’t you care
don’t you know I need you
to himself
as tears begin to well
I am haunted…
by how much
our mothers do not know
he angles to the bathroom
to the scum-brown bowl
to wash his face
a face lit sallow by the yellowed bulb
that hangs bare
eyes of knowing
eyes of sadness
stare into the mirror
broken as his heart…
…then they cry
mama why?
Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “MaMa Why?”
by: rob kistner © 9/9/24
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~ 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
worn
withered
but warm with recall
Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Echoes of Laughter”
by: rob kistner © 9/4/24
my wooden framed
childhood home
abandoned now to ghosts
specters of a youth
spent surrounded by love
by laughter
by learning
and by loss
one of the ghosts
in that old house
is my mother
she passed within its walls
on a summer day
not unlike today
as I sat sobbing
in my room
down the hall
my father kept me from her room
he feared the sickness that took her
might take me
so I never really
got to say goodbye to her
nor goodbye to the laughter
that died that day
nor goodbye to the smile
on my father’s face
for it was never seen again
it disappeared
as did my father
into deep debilitating depression
shortly after mother passed
I was moved away
to live with my aunt
in Oregon
today I will return
to say a long delayed goodbye
to my mother
and to lay my father to rest
next to her
in the cemetery
behind the old church
where once they wed
quietly
I climbed the 2 steps
and entered the old church
empty at the moment
I sat down in a back pew
bowed my head
as if in prayer
and in a gentle hush
whispered
“I’ve come back — I’m here”
Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Sacred Serenity”
by: rob kistner © 9/4/24
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~ never laugh at a clown ~
“Gaze upon me
if you will
my countenance crafted
to fool
and thrill
I’ve spent years in greasepaint
in fear and sorrow
I rued my past
and dreaded my tomorrow”
they call me Laughin’ Lyle
I love to see you smile
be joyful
full of glee…
but never ever laugh at me
it wasn’t intentional
you see
I only wanted her to
hear me
when I told her…
please don’t laugh
but her laughter
her hollow taunting laughter
her mindless laughter
wouldn’t stop
it wouldn’t stop
and I needed her to hear me
to understand how I felt
but the laughing
and laughing
her incessant laughing
I simply couldn’t have the laughing…
so I made it stop
now I hide behind this painted smile
and there are still those laughing
and laughing
and laughing…
until that moment
when they‘re not
I still hate the laughter
but I know well now
how to make it stop
I’ll spend my years in greasepaint
but no more fear
no regret
I’ll shed not another tear
so gaze upon me
if you will
my countenance crafted
to fool
and thrill
but when you’re all alone
and your laughing’s at its end
I will make quite certain…
you’ll not laugh again
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rob kistner © 2024
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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
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rob kistner © 2024
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