Keys and reeds
was really wail’n
finga’s sailin’
stratocaster master
was solid groove
my vocal chops
smokin’ smooth
mr monsta’ bassman
rollin’ thunder claps
stickboy d’wizard
rippin’ up d’traps
kicked ass ev’ry night
burned d’town ta d’ground
then our Roadies
tore the music down
*
rob kistner © 2023
More music poetry at: dVerse
Eyes dark and deep as nile nocturne
scorching as nubian sundance
this blackthorn rose
is the sultry jungle goddess
the secreted passion
fired in molten scarlet
forged of earthen bronze
she’s the blazing lust
of writhing music
she is smoke’n flame
black magic woman
*
rob kistner © 2023
More star poetry at: dVerse
Talk about music — this is music genius!
We’ve watched helplessly
as generations receded
as empires crumbled
greed ran rampant
as civilizations
stumbled on
so disconnected
from one another
so sadly out of touch
with the environment
as the natural world
slowly declined
diminished
withered
scarred
as the
putrid
toxic air
permeated
burnt terrain
to far horizons
until now I stand
thrusting skyward
in this decaying hell
one last dying thing
one pitiful survivor
one final sentinel
time’s witness
watching
the end
with
jan
&
bo
¥
jan & bo
*
rob kistner © 2023
More Poetry at: The Sunday Muse