Just Books?


“Endless Stories” by: Erik Johansson

 

These, just books — no way!

they are submarines
or rocketships to space
taking you to amazing places
beyond your wildest imagination

where you can watch
the golden clouds of Telüré
wafting up its emerald climbs
high over its warm cerulean seas

where you can hear
the shrill haunting calls
of fast coral-winged Lêllûrts
racing into Droon’s violet skies

or see the copper hues
of rustling Parmus fronds
fire the indigo ground mists
beneath Gemin’s crystal trees


“Make Purpose” by: Erik Johansson

or maybe a genie’s lamp
carrying you off to Xanadu
to Kubla Khan’s pleasure-dome
where the sacred river Alph runs

or perhaps an enchantment
that introduces you to Bastian
and you two adventure to Fantasia
to save the kingdom from The Nothing

maybe it is a beautiful women
who lived in a kingdom by the sea
who was taken so young by the seraphs
she had never known love’s sweet needing

they are dinosaurs on the loose
perhaps they are toys come alive
an archaeologist in a haunted tomb
maybe they’re superheros who can fly

no, these are not books
maybe timetravel vehicles
or portals to parallel worlds
magic keys to unlock wonders
or imagination’s magical carpets
just anything you dream them to be
but they’re definitely not — just books


“The Forest Library” by: Erik Johansson

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rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: dVerse
 
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Moon & Zephyr

Sky of Ardor

 
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Sky of Ardor


“Demand & Supply” by: Erik Johansson

 

T here’s an island city
rises from the sea
may not be for you
it’s heaven for me

every desire is satisfied
every night’s a fantasy
but you work your ass off
ain’t nothin’ free

there’s a suspended gondola
locked to most
but for the special
there are keys

those invited
have been given one
those who have none
are not invited

take your pitiful
elsewhere
please

to the inner sanctum
the gondola rises

come barefaced and honest
this place is brutal real
knife edge zeal
no agendas
no false guises

a place of labor
a place of ardor
a place of hard truth
a place of tough love
of amazing miracles
from wondrous minds

this place’l grip ya’
like steel binds

it’s the ever-pulsing artery
feeding the beating heart
of the truly free

come with me
and you will see
a most surreal
reality

but know
these are not lies

if you enter that door
to make that rise
you will be changed…

…forevermore

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: dVerse