Hush

“Rave On John Donne” by: Sir George Ivan Morrison (read at bottom)

 

Did you plan to ride with me to the coast
if so, we will be leaving at first light
the need to be on time is uppermost
I want to be there settled in tonight
not like last year when sadly I was late
seems much drinking occurred the night before
too late to bed had sadly doomed my fate
the ship sailed as I watched it from my door
but this year’s cruise should prove to be a blast
crazy friends, drinks, food of every kind
these soirees have been epic in the past
if we are late we will be left behind
tomorrow, it is breakfast on the beach
it’s there we meet our hostess for the week
she’ll have the masks we’ll need — there’s one for each
remember, after that we do not speak

yacht of wonder, where splendid games are played
magic – this high seas silent masquerade

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: dVerse

 






Rave On John Donne
by: Sir George Ivan Morrison

Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page
Rave on, you left us infinity
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Uptempo, frenzied heels
Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on fill the senses
On nature’s bright green shady path
Rave on Omar Khayyam, Rave on Kahlil Gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread
Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on on Mr. Yeats
Rave on down through the Holy Rosey Cross
Rave on down through theosophy, and the Golden Dawn
Rave on through the writing of A Vision
Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on
Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on, down though the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on words on printed page
Rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on
Rave on, John Donne

Pepper’d Memories

 

Yes — I was the walrus
so too the fool on the hill
I was the nowhere man
sometime I feel nowhere still

but when the Fab4 took the stage
and raised their voice in song
they roused my golden slumber
my spirit sang along

I strolled to strawberry fields
along sweet penny lane
and when miss Rigby died
I felt McKenzie’s pain

stowed in the submarine
and sailed beneath the waves
down with the octopus
among the coral caves

and when the sergeant
struck up his lonely hearts club band
I fell in step by step
to march off to Pepperland

but before I’d hit the road
I ended up wounded in my bed
a delinquent name of Maxwell
took a hammer to my head

he’d come through the bathroom window
I forgot to shut it tight
I should have known better
but it’d been a hard day’s night

my friends had called for help
doctor Robert came in time
I’d said doc don’t let down
he did not — and I feel fine

cops searched helter skelter
looked here there and everywhere
but they found clues for no one
I said let it be I didn’t care

leaving home, you won’t see me
I said heading out the door
when I saw her standing there
my lover from the night before

oh darling let’s go day trippin’
I want to hold your hand
down this long and winding road
it won’t be long to Pepperland

now we’ve come together here
me and my sweet belle Michelle
she’s been writing paperback novels
the kind the drugstores sell

we have no plans to get back
we’re swept up in the allure
of Lucy and her diamond skies
on our magical mystery tour

even with George and Johnny dead
that old magic’s not yet slipped away
because old Paully‘s discovered AI
so a brand new tune is on the way

it will be so very cool
to hear them once again
to remember those wondrous days
get to relive them now and then

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rob kistner © 4/5/11
expanded version: rob kistner © 6/13/23

Poetry at: dVerse

 


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The Key

”Poetry is an affair of sanity, of seeing things as they are.”Philip Larkin

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keys at top & bottom — AI extrapolations of original digital art by: rob kistner © 2023

 

This is the sorrowing hour
night’s full depth

alone now
present with my thoughts
my fears
my dreams

I’m sculpting words
into a key
to unlock my psyche
lay bare my soul

to intimately glimpse
who I’ve become today

here I find my sanity

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: dVerse

 


Strange Magic

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Original digital art entitled “The Un-stoned Heart” by: rob kistner © 7/19/23

 

W e can seldom change a heart of iron into a heart of gold
no precious warmth should manifest from something hard and cold
a love that’s locked and set in cast is very hard to be set free
hope will likely struggle blind when our eyes of love can’t see

we cannot stop the hands of time from spinning ever on
when the sand is through the hourglass those days are ever gone

we usually can’t bring summer back when the leaves are off the tree
but perhaps with a strange magic spell — or maybe true love’s alchemy

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Love’s Summer Serenade / Seaside

These first written & published for NaPoWriMo 2010

 
Love’s Summer Serenade

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

make melody set sail our souls
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 to ecstasy
enfold me in your deepest dreams
simmering under summer moonbeams

so hot we’re looking for some shade
aflame in love’s sensual serenade

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Seaside

soft sand warms bare toes

senses stirred by surging surf

summer at seaside

love as fresh as ocean breeze

kisses hot as sizz’ling sun

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rob kistner © 2010
revised © 2023

More poetry at: dVerse