Splendid Unknown

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” from: A Farewell to Arms – Ernest Hemingway

 
reflections to date on my 74 year journey

This poet’s lot is cast to wander
in search of life’s splendid unknown
step by step day after day
uncertain fate unfolds this journey
early steps of which
I trod alone

filled with wonder
joy
and awe

fraught with sadness
pain
and tears

it has carried me
‘cross countless boundaries
some surround me
some were within

transported me ‘cross time and space
brought me face to face
from place to place

real faces
real places

life’s shown me mysteries
marvels
magic

good & evil

the best
the least

I’ve been ignored
I’ve been betrayed
I’ve been abandoned
and then been saved

known times of little.
times of plenty
times of hunger
times of feast

it’s brought me pleasures
some fame some fortune
to claim them back
with no remorse

I’ve known satisfaction
a crowd’s joyous reaction
a woman’s true love
a beloved child’s passing

life’s been true and faithful
a joy genuine
to then turn away
and break my heart

it’s been fact
fiction
and contradiction
fantasy
and harshly real

l’ve been honored
as a man of standing
then pushed away
to cower in shame
once more alone
to save my name

I’ve traveled light
traveled fast
stumbled burdened
weighed with grief

I’ve lead and followed
lost my way
regained direction
to then lose faith

I keep it light
love real-time humor
my wit’s ironic
my heart’s bionic

I’ve walked hand in hand
with fear and death
stared down depression
to again be consumed

then arose once more
to venture forth
without a clue my destination
with no regard the fated outcome
of my plight — no consideration

been a hero
been a zero
but mostly
jus’ been a faulted man

long ago I tempered ego
having learned it’s of no use

despite whatever seem our difference
at the core we’re all the same

this realm we entered
all alone
and here we’ll leave
alone again

but all of this is of no matter
foolish so to dwell upon
not worth concern nor contemplation
keeping score a vain temptation
the blame — the fairness
the right — the wrong
the worrying a useless pressure

this poet’s learned
the truth of time

despite the pain
beyond the pleasure
it is this journey
that is the treasure
and how one makes it
the truest measure

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse


 

Introducing amazing vocalist Samantha (Sam) Brown:


“And I am not frightened of dying. Any time will do, I don’t mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There’s no reason for it, you’ve gotta go sometime. If you can hear the whispering — you are dying.” …Pink Floyd

https://youtu.be/95b7fEOFBa8

Oh Joy!

 

We have reached Summer Solstice, the point in time when light has fully overtaken the dark. It is now when the sun begins to shift the journey of its arc. Each new day sunlight shines its brightest but begins to linger less. The birds and animals are busy with new life. Fields of crop, orchards, and arbors are approaching their peak of growth. This time of transition is a time of bustle and fullness for all — animals, plants, and us.

As we all enter this realm of dimming, earth’s coming bounty begins to swell to brimming. Hearts fill with a sense of possibility. The long days and warm nights bring a spirit of freedom. Love and laughter fill the air. Even as earth’s daily light grows ever less, the harvest strides towards its readiness. Smiles blend with the toil and anticipation. It is a time of joy, and this year, a critically needed time of personal evaluation.

cross this solstice night
faint the dimming of the light
days loll long — hearts bright

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

https://youtu.be/nCznAtGjlkQ

Your Car Sir


 

Of course you have a choice sir
of course
we all have choices sir

one always has a choice
the very same choice
you
and the rest of us
have enjoyed
since birth

we can choose to live
we can choose to die
we can choose to smile
we can choose to cry
about it all

we can choose
to get the facts
to understand
or just wonder why

but we all must choose
you must choose

this car sir
will take you
to tomorrow

so if you’d like
to see tomorrow
get in!
now!

the next car back?

sir
that car
will never see tomorrow

but it will be up
in just a moment — sir
if you prefer

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

Poetry Pantry at: Poets & Storytellers

 

WARNING: adult lyrics

Journey Through Night

 

This night’s moon can bring forth miracles
its rising casts light on dreams of the future
its journey through night will bring tomorrow anew
let moon carry forward our dreams and our courage

its rising casts light on dreams of the future
but that future may prove to be in great peril
if restraint and balance continue abandoned

its journey through night will bring tomorrow anew
but will that tomorrow dawn on new hope
if humans fail to finally embrace equilibrium

let moon carry forward our dreams and our courage
let it also cast sterling our strength to strive harder
our journey through night must lead us to balance

 

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

METAPHOR ALERT
Moon = meditative introspection / prayer
Night = human struggle/mistakes

Soul-Stained

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collage entitled “Eden’s Desolation” © 1996 — by: rob kistner

 
T his path is my shame
and so I stumble on
soul-stained
with the smudge of sin
drenched in regret
I stumble anguished
into this toxic nightfall
captive on this road to extinction
of my lethal human arrogance
prisoner of my duplicitous apathy
seeking forgiveness

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse


 



Moondance


 

W isps of cloud
occasionally smudge
the sterling moon

an enthralling cacophony
of night
swaddles us

we gaze skyward
in blissful intoxication
through the silver gilded
canopy of old growth
surrounding this clearing
deep in the forest

lushly savoring
the sensuous afterglow
of our moondance

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 


Heart On A Wheel

This poem was inspired by the photo below.
Also by a passage from a multi-media poem I wrote in 2007.
That 2007 poem and video can be found here below “Heart On A Wheel”.

 

 

C racked and seasoned hands
reach with suffered care
to wrap the earthen clay
in love

callused digits
yellowed by habit
shape and mold

caressing purposefully
yet tenderly
the moist pliable vision
spinning golden
atop the wheel

unfolding carefully

evolving

responding
to the maker’s
knowing touch

the envisioned creation
slowly reveals itself
to the creator

ever eager
to bring forth
the concealed secret

blood and bone
in flesh’n grip
connect

seduce

sculpting emotions
into beauty

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

 


 

Swept Away

Poem written and read by Rob Kistner.
Multi-media video created and produced by Rob Kistner.

~

memphis red
no longer is

gray now shines
from a balding head
filled with scarlet embers

memories still burn
a fired spirit

too deep for coddled mortals
to fully fathom

red is real
red is legend

his tales of pain
of injustice
the lore of the big muddy

his eyes
earthy brown
turbulent as that river

his stare
a deep current
impossible to escape
you’re swept away

his voice
a tempered edge
honed by blues

broadleaf husky
thick as sorghum
smooth as beale street bourbon

the cf martin
swings from a leathered neck
on a tattered strap
stretched and shaped
by the heft of sorrow
poured into the soundhole

marked and scarred
by years of burden
of witness

its character and patina
bear testament
to a genuine soul

cracked and seasoned hands
reach with suffered care
to wrap the fingerboard
in love

callused digits
yellowed by habit
depress taut strands
no longer catgut

blood and bone
grip
connect
sculpting emotions

true life
ensnared in sitka spruce
and spiraled steel

knowing strains rise
chords of loss

rhythmic stomp
stinging verse
of broken promise
failed love

of dirt field
cruel street
back alley
of harsh wisdom

resonate to fill this space
to break my heart
to steal my soul

swept away

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2007

Hmmm?


 


B egan noticing, after walking for more than an hour, the forest started looking very familiar. I was certain I’d never before trekked this section of old growth. I had this “feeling” I had. I was curious.

After walking another ten minutes, my sense of familiarity with this part of the forest was increasing. I decided to try an experiment. Making certain it was out of sight, I built a small formation trailside, using some twigs, at the base of a beautiful redwood, that soared into the canopy.

We walked another half hour. I couldn’t shake my suspicion that we were retracing our steps — and there it was, my formation. I called to our guide, “where’re we going, and where the hell are we?” His reply, “crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.” Damnit, I knew it — we’re lost!

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse


 





Waltz of Youth



 

W ith the heft and smooth sheen
of the beautiful sculpted body
caressed lovingly
between her nubile legs
her excitement stirs
her anticipation grows

eager and confident
she lays tingling hands upon it

engaging the sure strength
of her lithe knowing essence
and the firm deft touch
of her pristine fingers
the brilliant young cellist
ignites the dance

strong slender legs
carry firm yearning bodies
perfumed and cologne’d
around and across
the crowded dance floor
pulses alive

budding passion
craving — yet hesitant
swept up in innocent bliss

the waltz of youth
rising and falling
to the rich give and take
of the cellist’s bow

she lifts the energy
coaxing the passion
of the beautiful dance

with her nimble sway
and precision movements
delicately she envisions
the flowing notes

lovely face
in rhythmic expression
eyes sometimes closed
she dreams the music

wholly consumed
by the seductive strains
the enlivened dancers
sweep round and round
bodies a’glisten
in smoldered embrace
bathed in the chandelier’s
golden glow

further fired by stolen kisses
and breathy whispers
of promised love
and naive forevers

dawning lives
in the tender grasp
of blooming desire
and the velvet touch
of mad magical
magnificent music
*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: Sunday Muse


 


…a little “out of this world” music…

 

Not Ever


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S ara

Sara

Sara — stop

Sara!

please Sara
stop

Sara
look at me

Sara please
please listen

I’m sorry

I can still hear him

didn’t need to listen
I already knew

already knew
what love sounded like
when it lied
when it cried
when it died

when it died
when love died
it sounded like him

my lost trust sounded like him
my broken heart sounded like him
my lost years sounded like him
my worst fears sounded like him

so I just kept walking
put my head down
kept walking

never looked back
never going back

no
never going back
never again

never
never

not ever

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 


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Orbisculated


 

E ating grapefruit is quite dangerous
‘cause the juicy things fight back
if you stab it best be careful
better give it your best try
‘cause carelessness will likely get you
a stinging squirt in your left eye
or depending on how your squinting
it just might be the right tonight

see ‘ya gotta keep least one eye open
cause that grapefruit spork is hard to steer
and whether left eye or the right
that nasty squirt will bring a tear
and if when you eat a grapefruit half
you sprinkle salt upon it first
know a salty juicy eye-squirt
absolutely is the worst

so if you plan on eatin’ grapefruit
perhaos some grapefruit eatin’ classes
or better yet — don’t spend big money
just get yourself some cheap sunglasses

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Spilled Apples

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oil painting by: Albert Francis King 1854–1945

 

M oonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in
as night wind stirs

like mocking breath
of life now lost
to light-less realm
beyond the chill
encircling me

I ache
to feel
your tender touch
the warmth

but naught

my heart
cold
and empty
to remain

no emotion
save grief

apples spilled
on broken stair
where rail eluded
grasping hand

no voice came
to futile cry

those lips
will not know again
sweet fruit

nor love

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse


 

Sweetest Taboo


 

S ucculent nectar of full plumped peach
laid bare engorged deliciousness
peeled open in promised sweet delight
ecstatic vision of tender flesh

tart sweet tingle at tip of tongue
such sweetness surely is taboo
my mouth thrills at the juicy pulp
my lips glisten sweetest nectar’s dew

breathing in the rich bouquet
all senses teased and tantalized
my mouth devours the dripping treat
again and again ‘til satisfied

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse


 

Curiously Blue


 

L ate night
eh bird

surrounded by your darkness
and just can’t sleep

out on the peck
moon lit and cobble stoned
again

feelin’ blue

watcha’ seekin’
curious bird

your lost soul
the reason why
perhaps another chance
maybe — time enough

or jus’a beakful
o’forgiveness

*
rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: Sunday Muse

Poetry at: dVerse


 

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2nd Coming

My quirky fascination — Sci-Fi poetry.

 
A nd it was seen

the circle of light
came from the far horizon
gliding forward slowly
as if drifting on a cloud
to settle — lowered
‘round the foremost peak

and the people came
and a sound was heard
rising in the twilight
a pulsing resonance

and then a voice
heard ‘round the world
pierced the growing darkness

“I am come
from those who were
before you are”

the strange words
falling from on high
like soft sonic rain

“this was our world
until we found another
more suitable in size
for our growing numbers”

there was a pause
as the circle of light thickened

“we have returned
to see our former home
now a world out of balance
we wish to be of help
to bring this ring of light
to full clarity of radiance
to aid you in seeing your way
to a brighter cleaner future”

as the ring glows more intensely
it begins to spin
as it spins more rapidly
from it emanates a low
almost imperceptible hum
more felt than heard

“we are the D’ohma
this is a D’ohma ring of wisdom
it holds our peoples’ truths
from times well past
unto time eternal”

at that moment a single beautiful tone
resonated from within the circle
sustained then faded

“in its pulsing glow
you will learn balance
which we have understood
and considered to be sacred
for many eons”

the spinning circle is now flexing
giving off a deep purple afterglow

“it will condition you to seek peace
so you can flourish as a people
to embrace ecologically safe production
so you will learn to replenish
at a rate greater than you plunder”

at this time the governing body
of Terra Prime – the planet’s new name
had formally converged
to more closely encircle
the mesmerizing ring

“what if we refuse your direction”
inquired the Primus Terrus
the elected head of the planet’s
current governing body

with coups and assassinations
being ongoing occurrences
the governing body fluctuates

“then you will be destroyed
and this planet terraformed
to become a new healthy world”

the people of the planet
who had gathered to observe the circle
gasped and cried out myriad objections

“people of Terra Prime — hear me
we are the Interstellar Eco Police
your planet has been found guilty
by the Interstellar Eco courts
of reckless endangerment
and potential fatal damaging
of a 1st order planet”

“these rings are many in number
positioned worldwide
they are not only capable
of instructing you in safe
ongoing effective eco practices
and helping you get redirected
they are also capable of reinvigorating
the spoiled soils of Terra Prime
as well as decontaminating your waters
and scrubbing clean your air”

with that the spinning circle
emitted a shrill klaxon-like burst
for a full minute
as did each globally

“however — they are also
each an effective high-output
laser-burst sonic nuclear device
capable of strategically destroying
all uncooperative human entities
that now infect Terra Prime like a virus”

“they will then globally begin
cascading a terraforming sequence
that will extract all pollutants
from this planet’s toxic atmosphere
cleanse till and organically infuse
every inch of soil on this planet
and reclaim the fouled waters”

“we will undertake this process
with or without the current population”

with that there was a silence
that fell heavy on the planet
the voice then began again

“we grant you 72 hours to consider
if you want your planet to be saved
regenerated for your use
or should we eliminate you
and strafe your planet
cleansing it thoroughly
to then completely revitalize it
starting it again new
with a different species?”

“this is not
the first time we’ve come
this is the second coming”

the voice then stopped
allowing that statement
to firmly take hold

“we came initially
prior to the first
of your insane world wars
when your blatant disregard
for this beautiful planet
began to dangerously emerge”

again the voice held in prolonged pause
the people of Terra Prime
remained breathlessly silent
only the sounds of the circle were heard

“you have had many decades
to clean up your mess
upon our first coming
we even stealthily left agents
who for your recent decades
infiltrated your peoples
joining with the many
outspoken voices of reason
both public and private
encouraging you to understand
your ecological responsibilities”

“but your majority refused to hear
or even to acknowledge
your critical need to improve”

just then a metronomic clicking
announced itself loudly
from within the spinning circle

“you have had all this time
now you have 72 hours to decide
the fate of your world”

with that, the circle spun faster
as did each around Terra Prime
and the sky-voice went quiet
stunned silence fell around the planet

it was frighteningly obvious
this was no bluff


D’ohman “voice in the sky”


Capital of D’ohman home planet

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rob kistner © 2021

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Poetry at: dVerse


 

…a little “out of this world” music…