Looking for America

”The American Dream” — Salvadore Dali

 

This american life
is flawed

the american dream
though well intentioned
was built initially on fraud

america was stolen
native residents uprooted
persecuted

victim to a legacy of conquest
and imperialistic acquisition
fitted with contrived tradition

one cannot call it
a perfect union
though it has envisioned itself one
with liberty and justice for all

really

that dream’s a short fall
history has been its downfall

the first peoples of this land
this incredible land
we call — america

this land

so beautiful
from sea to shining sea
meant for you and me

that may not be
how some see it to be

these first people
who lived for 13,000 years
in balance with this land

these peoples may not agree
that what was brought to their realm
was justice and liberty

we have a long way to reach
for justice
for these first people

or those
whose heritage was kidnapped
smuggled from their homelands
on brutal ships at sea
abducted
to the land of the free

shackled
indentured

they may not agree

and for the displaced
who leave all they know behind
in the hope to find
this america the beautiful

who smack headlong
into the ugliness of bigotry

neither might they agree

and we have to really get to work
on the liberty thing
the practiced actuality
leaves a bit of a sting

I don’t belive it means
the right to take what you want
to use how you see convenient
to live the life you desire

regardless

with no thought for the impact
on the land
or the peoples who now share
this land

people

all of whom
have the same inalienable rights
to life
to liberty
to the pursuit of happiness

— at least as we so profess
and have inscribed indelibly
as our litmus of civility

but do we believe this
is there the understanding
and love enough in our hearts
to uphold this

perhaps not I fear
somewhere along the way
we have become lost

instead of seeing our america
as a land of opportunity for all

for those here first
and those of us
who have come
and are still coming

opportunity for all
is not how we live it

we seem to have made
an unfortunate pivot

to now see opportunity
as a rumble strip
over which we thunder
to ravage and plunder

shifting from a legacy of conquest
and imperialism
to an equaly toxic
legacy of speed
and greed

lacking to heed
the destruction to this land
and all its people

we have never fully learned
the grace
the beauty
of balance

it seems
not in our parlance

in our misguided arrogance
we squandered our chance
to learn environmental balance
from the first peoples of this land

this precious and fragile land
we now call — america

people we labeled only
as savage
as ignorant

because we were too arrogant
to look deeper

to see their reverence
for the land
for its animals
to see they were the keeper

to understand the necessity
of this reverence

in our ambivalence
we rushed to acquire and consume
and systematically destroy
this amazingly diverse land

under our self-proclaimed banner
of progress
of civilization
we cared not to understand

the irony of the social
and environmental chaos
in which we find ourselves
I hope is not lost upon us

given this america
built on the backs
of the oppressed
of the slave

still is supposed to be
a realm of the just
land of the free
home of the brave

the place for opportunity
prosperity
equality for all

love
justice
equality
freedom
opportunity
responsibility
understanding
these words it seems
have lost their meaning

under these spacious blue skies
‘midst these amber waves of grain
in these majestic mountain’s purples
in the lush green of our ancient forests

in our nation’s widening divide
their meanings have slowly died
each becoming a ghost in the burbs

fading

like this dream
that is america

Wake Up!

become the ripple
that becomes the wave
that becomes the tsunami
that floods the world with love
to see a new sun of understanding rise

before we all drown in greed, hatred, and lies


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Love Tsunami” by: rob kistner © 5/16/24

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there is no freedom
if all are not free to live
with peace and justice

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rob kistner © 2023

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Love Blindness


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Dejection” by: rob kistner © 5/14/24

 
Left standing — a dejected fool
in the disapproving sun
to wither from sadness

as my crumpled heart
foolishly faithful
curls brittles and breaks

a victim of my trust
I did not see
the warnings to flee

and so I’m left empty
hollowed by ignorance
and self-inflicted denial

didn’t heed the dark clouds above
was blind to the meaning thereof
didn’t see you fall out of love

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Emptied Rooms

”Rage rage, against the dying of the light…”Dylan Thomas


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Emptied Rooms” by: rob kistner © 5/13/24

 
Here is the change

the forgetting
the slipping away
the frustration

the less and less being able
and yet
the burning longing to
remember

memories
dimming in a fog

cherished times and places
loved ones faces
fading
into twilight

like so many emptied rooms

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Night Sky


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Oregon Night Sky” by: rob kistner © 5/8/24

 
You arrived in spring
asking why I was alone

I had no good response
but that shoe had fallen
with a deafening thud
so what was I to say

you seemed startled by life
and asked me about sorrow

I had no good response
so I invited you in
and watched as you untangled truth
marveling at your balance

for years now
together we’ve watched the night sky
and wondered about love

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rob kistner © 2024

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Walk With Me

”The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness”John Muir


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Walk With Me” by: rob kistner © 11/8/23
 
Very deep
in this primeval wood
secreted among the old-growth
nestles a serene forest clearing

soft filtered sunlight
falls in rays
so gently
through the green canopy

enwraps golden
this hallowed place

let us go

walk with me my love
‘round the lake
but let us be quiet

let us listen
to the voices of nature

to our footfalls
as they drum the root chambers

each step cushioned gently
by centuries of needle-drop
in this wilderness forest

we will enjoy the rise and fall
twist and turn of the trail

serenaded by the spring breeze
high in the treetop canopy

the steady rhythm of our footsteps
will sooth our weary hearts

we’ll trek deep into the forest

to a crest of a knoll
overlooking a downed redwood log

a very special log
at quiet repose
in this magical place

we will be sanctified
by nature’s grace
in this sacred space


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Sacred Space”
by: rob kistner © 5/7/24

here we will rest peacefully
in this towering
ancient woodland cathedral

we’ll bask in the filtered sunlight
that drifts down dreamlike
golden
into this enchanted clearing

we will give thanks
as we breath deeply
the intoxicating natural bouquet
of this timeless forest

a rich heady blend

conifers
ferns
mosses
musks
and sweet ionized mountain air

so come love
and bring no book

for this day
we will embrace calm
gratitude
and nature’s splendor



Original DDE™ surrealistic triptych: “Nature’s Splendor”
by: rob kistner © 11/8/23

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first posted concept: rob kistner © 2007

Poetry online: Sacred

first posted draft: rob kistner © 2010

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first posted full edit: rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: WGO

updated edit: rob kistner © 5/7/24

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Urge to Fly


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Beauty On the Wing” — by: rob kistner © 5/6/24

 
Peace and quiet is not always easy out here on my back deck in the months of early Spring. As Seattle lies nestled in a flyover zone for Canadian Geese, it can be rather noisy in the evening when I’m out trying to enjoy the relaxation of sunset. These beautiful creatures are flying V-formation north into Canada. It’s breeding time. The propagation urge stirs in their blood. The honking is on the wing — look out below!

Fascinating how nature has instilled such instinctual “body clocks” in so many of its wondrous beasts — fur, fin, and feather. Just as the powerful bear knows when to hibernate, and the agile salmon knows when, and even where to spawn – the gorgeous geese of Canada know when it’s their time. Something told the wild geese it was time to fly. That something was their amazing natural cyclical imprinting

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Jazz Apparitions


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Jazz Apparitions” — by: rob kistner © 5/2/24

 
Oh spirits
of toned wood and bamboo bent reed
of taut tuned steel and sizzlin’ skins
come to me now — jazz must be saved
jazz must be served — we’ll riff contrapuntal
play for me in healing virtuosity

I found a box and jammed it with jazz

whisper to me in purest resonance
unleash the chordal’d structure
espouse the harmonics of truth
tell all about the wirebirds
we must take violaville by storm
strummin’ wild in the tenth world
taunt me in a 3/4 minor chord flurry
of rich sizzling scalded jazz

I found a box and jammed it with jazz

here I come — I am an inferno
ensemble desire rages strong
as we rise skyward in musicality
ride’n the bliss of improv in scat
soaring in untethered sacred syncopation
well damn — we’re totally musicalirious

I found a box and jammed it with jazz

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Offbeat


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Cat-tastrophy” — by: rob kistner © 5/1/24

 
Selfies find me quite perturbed
one might say I look disturbed
it’s just that I’m fed up to here
with all the lies, truth is blurred

patience has been left behind me
might just loose my mind completely
madness seems to grip this world
that’s lost interest in reality

so who’s to say that I can’t fly
and whose right is it to question why
I wear my trousers inside out
it keeps the pockets dry

I see you smirking at my hat
it’s aluminum foil — imagine that
it helps with my cell phone reception
and fascinates my cats

yes I do lose track of time
hours, days — is that a crime
you know it’s all just one’s perspective
and I am very fond of mine

and I’ve a language of my own
like no other you’ve ever known
I speak it only to myself
and only when I’m all-alone

now if you see me on the street
notice the bells upon my feet
the ringing’s meant to scare you
not meant to be discreet
am I strange — perhaps that true
but I’m not nuts — I’m just offbeat

yet — sanity is so damned hard to find
this world has lost its fucking mind

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Moonlit Breeze


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Night Breeze” — by: rob kistner © 4/30/24

 
Briskly clean
silky cool
it spills into
spring’s night window

slips satin silver
sly and sensuous
sheer and silent
as the moon

wafts and tumbles
tantalizes
floats and swoops
in sweet refresh

dances gently
up your arms
across your breasts
to brush your cheek

wraps itself
soft upon you
upon my self too
in fond embrace

whispered rushes
fluttered breaths
like loving strokes
caress our skin

lilting tender
breath of comfort
zephyred fingers
toss our hair

this moonlit breeze
delivers true
soothing you
and too — my self

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

 



New Light


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “New Light” — by: rob kistner © 4/29/24

 
Poet
do not weave
your fabric of myth
or speak to us in grand riddle

telling of the mysteries
of the spheres
or glorious
times past

help us see
a new way of light

set ablaze our pure hearts
with true fire
of honesty


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Fire of Truth & Honesty”
by: rob kistner © 4/29/24

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Aprilove

~ Celebrating Innocence ~


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Intoxicating April” — by: rob kistner © 4/25/24

 
Potent spring can make one
act quite the lovesick fool
heady with anticipation
desires sparkle like a jewel

april’s wine is intoxicating
as winter’s pale heart yearns
to feel spring’s grand unfolding
as nature’s palette slowly turns

this sweet inebriation
of april’s longing soul
can bring forth act’s impulsive
and draw one to the jester’s role

so be wary – for when one’s
caught in this season’s swoon
the better judgements of january
dissolve under april’s moon

the elixir of a world in bloom
is to the lusting lovelorn
a most dangerous of potions
risky randy thoughts are born

so remember and be warned
under passion’s frenzied rule
april can send one’s heart
awhirl like a lovestruck fool


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Beautiful Fool”
by: rob kistner © 4/25/24

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Poetry at: dVerse

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Trippin’ Kittens

This poem and art inspired by this Louis Wain image —>>

 


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Trippin’ Kittens” by: rob kistner © 4/23/24

 
I’m a smitten kitten
all toked and trippin’
stayin’ stone cool
as reality’s slippin’

this cheshire kitten
is my good friend
and yes we’ve both
gone round the bend

my name is flower
this fella’s named ziggy
we’re locked down tight
and gettin’ jiggy

we just got back
from wonderland
a spontaneous trip
really quite unplanned

our strutten’s righteous
we purrrrr like silk
we’re high as midnight
and cravin’ milk

we’re lush and lazy
ain’t nobody’s fools
we’re bad-ass felines
precious as jewels

we’re tie-dye n’leather
n’high as a kite
if ya bum us out
it’ll be dude — goodnight!

so sit back — shut up
don’t be rude
don’t ‘cha be harshin’
our mellow mood

‘cause we’re chill’n smooth
as Federico Fellini…
…his name is ziggy
they call me queenie

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

Poetry at: NaPoWriMo 2024 — Day 23

 



Mother Gaia


On Earth Day 2024

These are some thoughts I posted to share on Earth Day 2010. They arose from my heart, and expressesed my great concern for this planet earth, and all of us who are traveling aboard her. What is sad is they are more relevant and concerning today, Earth Day 2024. If you are not in the mood for heavier fare, you can skip down to the haibun posted below this message.

For those reading here on, I see our global society becoming more and more desensitized to killing, suffering, the dignity of women, our failing stewardship of this planet, and the value of life in general.

Popular art reflects culture; it has in all of history. The ongoing proliferation of movies, video games, music, comic books, our dress and personal trappings, TV, even the TV commercials; this all cast a disturbing reflection of the direction a core section of the people of the earth are moving.

And the less than subtle movement to cast doubt, even ridicule, on those who believe that the care of this world needs our attention — NOW!

One might argue that any of these issues individually, is perhaps not necessarily dire. But taken as whole, it is a matter that begs to be examined — I feel.

Our children and adults alike, spend hours playing graphic video games in which the sole purpose is bloodletting, maiming, and murdering, in the most violent and gruesome ways. There are many wonderful video games, but the breadth and depth of the “snuff” games is cause to pay attention.

The gladiator-like fighting cultures that have arisen in recent years is something to look at. These are no longer pugilistic contests, or the “staged” violence of pro wrestling, in themselves, both a bit unsettling — these are blood bouts for the sake of blood. In Rome, the rise of gladiators was a sign of the accelerating decline of the Roman Empire. We’re not there yet, but what does this increasing thirst for blood have to tell us?

Another litmus that has always reflected the culture, is the impact of human religious constructs. Too often, the role they play is the manipulation and repression of our freedoms. I have nothing against the numerous religious constructs man has created. For those so drawn, they are a place for the safety and certainty they require.

However, when radical religious minorities begin to attempt to dictate and rule the masses, imposing their constructed values and fundamentalism, especially when they claim it is the “will of god“ — we’ve got to take serious notice.

These are the signs that point to the stripping of freedom, the neglect of responsibility, the repression of individual thought and personal rights — and essentially, the eradication if the essence of personal accountability. Today, with the rise of the repressive extreme fundamentalism that we see around the globe, it is akin to the eve of the dark ages. I don’t think we will descend to those extreme depths, but what does it mean when we have so many who would lead us there — even if unwittingly?

I so want to champion optimism — but I cannot and will not turn a blind eye to the signs I see. None of us had better do so. We all need to become proactive for balance. That is the key — balance. Balance the extremes of this world; ecological, social, moral, financial, and the like.

To be proactive I have started this creative blog, Image & Verse, to begin, in my small way, to penetrate the root sensitivity of our society. I firmly believe the embrace and expression of creativity is the key to elevating our human species.

I write poetry, speaking in sparse focused voice at times, entertaining lofty and beautiful thoughts at others, also embracing our human sensitivity and sensuality, and holding a mirror to reflect what is beautiful, or to reflect what I see as troubling — because I believe poetry has the power to penetrate the human psyche to greater depths than any written form.

Poetry actually has the ability to alter people on a level that strict written word often cannot. If I write an essay, I make you think; maybe even alter your opinion. I write a poem, I have the chance to make you feel something, in your core — that can alter your hardwired being. I believe this.

I think we urgently need to probe to these depths of the human psyche now, to send out these altering sparks, because I think there is trouble brewing, on some fronts, that could have dire consequence for the long-range future of the planet and for humankind.

I also write poetry to celebrate, to lift up my own spirit, to have hope, to embrace possibility, and to protect my precious personal sanity.

So let us dance, sing, embrace the beauty and the miracle of life and this magnificent world in which we live, and seek joy and truth, but let us not be a Nero. Our Rome is beginning to smolder.

“and so it goes“

Rob

 


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Mother Gaia” by: rob kistner © 4/22/24

 
Mother Gaia, you embrace us, you protect us, you carry us safely as we hurtle thousands of miles every hour, of every day through infinite space. You provide for us our every need, sustain our bodies with your abundance, nurture our spirits with your beauty — with your endless wonders.

seeds push seeking sun
sky is pulling with spring rain
gaia yields new life

Your need is simple, that we live in balance with your rhythms, with our fellow travelers on this amazing journey. That we know gratitude, as humble stewards of your countless gifts. We’ve lost our way.

we seek dominion
frail balance has been disturbed
gaia is weeping

Precious mother Gaia, forgive us. Grant us time to again find our way, to find our humility, our center — the balance.

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

Poetry at: NaPoWriMo 2024 — Day 22

 



Dusk Descends

Over 55 million people worldwide suffer from dimentia…
~ www.dementiasociety.org ~


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Sunset Path” by: rob kistner © 3/28/24

 

This morning’s sun came crisp and bright
enfolded my waking in wonderful warmth
and vivid presence

the world was fresh and fascinating

I embarked toward noonday
the joy of discovery palpable
senses saturated and alive
blissfully consumed

a deep satisfaction
permeated this afternoon
my mind was clear
my soul was full
my heart — overflowed

as dusk descended
I was approaching the forest
heady with expectation
my stride was smooth and steady
the downing sun — a gentle gold embrace

walking near the tree line
early shadows fell soft across my face
as vesper’s velvet blanket
draped its comfort ’round my shoulders

splendid calm enveloped me

yet there began other shadows
settling in my mind
strange distractions
haunting me
hunting me
that disrupted my moments

they now still come
unannounced
almost imperceptible

but there is still far to go
I am eager to journey
drawn by the beauty
that is the rich sunset

facing into the evening breeze
I venture onward
rolling amber and coral
spreads across the horizon

as I enter the old growth
shadows again shift

dull confusion finds me
I lose my pace and focus
to draw up in momentary halt

nagging concern
disquiets me
a stab of panic
pierces my solace

unwelcome bewilderment
grips me
holds me
uncomfortable in my skin

a cloud of frustration
sweeps over me
obscuring briefly
my purpose and destination

then the fog wafts
and again I remember

ahead lies the veiled valley
my hearth and home

but I wander
and once more lose the path

the evening mist is settling
wafting down
through the forest canopy
like a shroud

twilight is coming
much too quickly
and my concern
at first a nuisance — mounts

a growing fear
gnaws inside

fear I will not make it
not make it home

home before sundown
ushers in the darkness

I fear these gathering shadows


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Shadows” by: rob kistner © 3/28/24

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Ocean’s Beauty


Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Ocean’s Beauty” by: rob kistner © 4/18/24

 
Beauty walks to the sea by her home
on this bright and sunny spring day
wants to explore this sea alone
so joyfully she swims away

on this bright and sunny spring day
with her heart awash in wishes
she so joyfully swims away
down to the colorful fishes

with her heart awash in wishes
a’swim in the ocean’s sway
down with the colorful fishes
she is filled with love today

a’swim in the ocean’s sway
she’s exploring this sea alone
she’s so filled with love today
for this wonderful sea by her home

as she embraces its vast unknown

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Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Ocean’s Spirit” by: rob kistner © 4/18/24

 
B eauty walks to the sea by her home
on this broken cloudy day
slips into the sea alone
silently she swims away

on this broken cloudy day
alone with her fractured wishes
silently she swims away
deep down with the fishes

alone with her fractured wishes
a’swim in the seabed’s sway
deep down with the fishes
she is leaving it all today

a’swim in the seabed’s sway
with nothing more left to say
she is leaving it all today
the sea carries her spirit away

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

Poetry at: NaPoWriMo 2024 — Day 19