Wicked!

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Wicked!

~

a stare of icey crystal blue
burns above a fiery mouth
that takes you in devouring
bares your soul, then spits you out

fiercely knowing — worldly wise
sleek as steel — tall and strong
swift and cunning — motor running
she might let you in, but not for long

her soul is free — she’ll not be caged
no mortal man will keep her tied
her spirit a gorgeous beast enraged
she’s crushed all those who’ve ever tried

poor fool who craves this iron goddess
is hopelessly addicted
there’s only one word for this life-force
that word, my friend, is — wicked!

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2019

 

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  • Roarin’

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    Roarin’

    ~

    fueled by the freedom of the open road
    she races her way into the sunset
    leaning tightly into curves
    wind whipping her hair
    her knees tucked
    head’s down
    roarin’

    thriving on the thrill of the throttle
    embracing the magnificence
    living in the moment
    not counting time
    keeping track
    just being
    free

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

     

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  • My Cusp Runneth Over

    When I saw Amaya’s prompt today for dVerse it put me in touch with a fun poem I wrote in 2007. I had no opinion of astrology, but I decided to get a personal astrological reading back then from Astology.com to support what I originally wrote for this poem. To update the poem, I got another reading today from Astrology Online.

    I posted today’s reading at the bottom of this post. I blended info from this current reading into this revision of my original poem. I hope you enjoy this!

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    My Cusp Runneth Over

    Some tongue-in-cheek astrology.

    ~

    I am Aquarius
    a child of water
    with equal splash of Pisces too

    a lover of freedom
    all tethers rejected
    all constraints are broken through

    I am strong of will
    firmly resolute
    none dictate what I should do

    my mind is my own
    not some follower
    my path mine only to pursue

    my life is unique
    it’s of my construct
    its purpose is mine to construe

    tradition is shunned
    my life’s avant-garde
    the leading edge never taboo

    I’ve an artist’s spirit
    and a writer’s voice
    my soul’s palette is multi-hue

    I am just and fair
    quite compassionate
    open minded to all that’s new

    I am sensitive
    with an inventive mind
    a philosopher’s vision too

    tech is my friend
    and the natural world
    from both of these I take my cue

    my intuitive sense
    gives me future vision
    to raise the world a notch or two

    this all must be real
    it has all been revealed
    Astrology.com said it’s true

    …Astrology Online did too

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2007
    revision © 2019

     
    My birthday is February 18th.
    I am a pure cusp child born exactly between February 15th – 21st.
    This is my reading today on: Astrology Online.

    * As an Aquarius/Pisces you are selfless and spiritual, often strongly intuitive and receptive to the collective unconscious.
    * You reflect the dual nature of life, reality and non reality, consciousness and the unconscious. You represent consciousness through the flowing of ideas. You work hard to bring your ideas to fruition, stubbornly refusing to give up your causes.
    * You are peace loving and friendly, and are the chameleon of the Zodiac, receptive to the needs of others but sometimes getting lost yourself.
    * You tend to be strongly spiritual (not necessarily religious) and artistic. You are idealistic, but sometimes your dreams are vague and impractical.
    * When reality intrudes, you can become pessimistic or lethargic, but you are very adaptive and broad-minded, so you can rework your ideals when necessary.
    * You are tolerant and open-minded, but tend to stick to your beliefs. You are compassionate, sensitive, imaginative and sympathetic to the feelings of others. You tend to be romantic and sentimental, but you may give in to escapism.
    * You are devoted to your goals, but you can be disorganized or procrastinate when faced with difficulties.
    * Your intellect makes you logical and self-confident, but it may also makes you aloof from people around you.
    * You are original, offbeat and even eccentric, but you are also rather bored by detail. Reformist and experimental, you may seem cold toward people who don’t share your intellectual orientation to life.
    * You may become withdrawn if your emotions are abused too often.
    * You are multitalented, both in scientific and creative endeavors.
    * You are unique and rebellious, and are driven to change the world. However, you can be shy, quiet and sometimes elusive, refusing to show your true self.
    * You are modest, thoughtful, and display remarkable musical talent. Freedom is important to you, and you are often driven to help others become free, as well.
    * You alleviate your emotional stress through contact with others and exercise.
    * Your great strength is in your visionary nature and your compassion. You will likely take the world to the next level; and make others see things in a new light. Your ability to break the rules and help others reach their fullest potential make you a most understanding individual.

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  • Fire Mark

    This is a long-form, free verse poem, contemplating the post-apocalyptic ‘last person on earth’ theme, the “omega man” concept. This is a sobering take on the end of the world. It is also a love story, love lost that is.”

     

    Fire Mark

    ~

    I remember when it happened
    remember well
    the all-defining fire mark in time
    that forever divided then from now

    comfortably alone
    walking up along the forested valley
    that is our property line at the back
    my eyes drifting up the azure waters
    of the clear mountain stream
    that rolled towards me crisp and pure

    at the instant of the startling sound
    the strange light
    I cast my eyes to the very tops of the Douglas Firs

    they stand proud at the river’s edge
    sentries for centuries
    protecting this northern boundary of our lands
    steady and enduring
    yet always supple in the winds that waft and quicken
    whispering the breath of life
    into this pristine realm

    then came the second blinding flash
    lighting the entire sky

    tears glistened
    the damned fools had finally done it

    two years on now since that ominous event
    but I never can forget the bone chill
    that penetrating feeling

    in those moments I knew
    the cities were vaporized
    I was isolated
    alone
    but how alone

    too long now
    since I have shared this vast beauty
    with another’s eyes
    with her eyes
    with any eyes
    or found my voice to exclaim its wonders

    yet I still ramble the valley
    wade the stream
    given to an ever-rolling mumble
    jabbering quietly to no one in particular
    at the ragged edge of coherence
    clinging to the chance
    I might be rewarded with a response
    her response
    any response

    but she had gone to the ciy
    so only comes the murmur of the constant stream
    carried on the season’s breezes

    I have held my mind in good humor
    bound by the glory of this land I wander
    tethered to the waning hope
    that she is not gone
    that they all can’t possibly be gone
    a hope buoyed by the majesty of these forests
    that climb their way skyward
    with the patience and persistence of the ages

    but each day
    a horrifying realization
    grows in my mind
    suffocating my soul

    they are gone
    every ~ last ~ one
    gone

    can I last
    have I that patience
    how long can I hold center
    when comes my personal fire mark
    my sunset

    how long until my fragile psyche unravels
    scrambling in lonely panic
    seeking human contact

    tonight I will sit alone again
    in my room
    in the soft light of the fire
    the only light and warmth possible
    since that fateful point in time
    when the world’s infrastructure
    collapsed

    alone
    month after month
    in the smothering silence
    in the maddening quiet
    of this voiceless world
    in which nowhere can be found
    her eyes
    any eyes

    in which
    never again will I hear
    a simple

    ”hello”

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 8/17/12
    revised © 5/18/19

     

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    Sweet Lives

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    Sweet Lives

    ~

    so many sweet lives
    one lifetime derives
    it’s true
    each new role survives
    in our mem’ry’s archives
    who knew
    the joy each supplies
    each role its own prize

    it comes a surprise
    life after life flies
    away
    a blink of the eyes
    tomorrow arrives
    today
    one lifetime derives
    so many sweet lives

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019


     

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  • Aeropachydermicide

    Aeropachydermicide: recklessly causing the death of someone or something by actions that result from the foolish belief that one is so smart and powerful that one can make an elephant fly.

     

    Aeropachydermicide

  • Debunking the ridiculous theory of human dominion.
  • ~

    somewhere between our petrochemical insanity
    and our reckless dance with fractured atoms
    we believed we were the miracle
    and it all went seriously awry

    we fantasized we had dominion
    that we understood the vast unknown
    could control the raw chaotic
    that we had figured out the why

    so we delved into dark science
    with no regard for frail nature
    flailed our way across the planet
    belched our leavings into our sky

    we so bought into our egos
    that we perceived ourselves as gods
    that we were capable of anything
    perhaps make the elephant to fly

    but we humans lost sight of balance
    did not comprehend our place
    as only one of precious many
    we let the tipping point slip by

    now we wonder what will happen
    to our misbegotten dream
    stare through disbelieving tears
    as we watch it slowly die

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 10/3/11
    revised © 2019


     

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  • To Believe

  • Debunking the theory that people are good at heart.

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    To Believe

    ~

    I’d like to believe
    the dream I dreamt as a young man
    that we can change the world’s heart
    to embrace love for one another

    to believe
    people are by nature good
    that we can live in peace
    and make the world a better place

    to believe
    universal understanding
    is a common goal
    of the peoples of this planet

    to believe
    we haven’t lost our faith
    in these sacrosanct ideals
    of an elevated life

    to believe
    there still exists somewhere
    a shared and nurtured vision
    of a paradise on earth

    I’d like to believe
    but empty runs the hourglass
    I’ve heard the daily news
    and I’m so weary, and broken-hearted

    yes, I’d like to believe
    I’d really like to
    but now I even wonder
    did anyone ever believe

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

     
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    Timeless

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    Timeless

    For my wife Kathy on our 30th Anniversary!

    ~

    I’ll sing to you my lover
    songs soft as silk and satin
    sensual as a bare embrace
    deliver you the world
    lift you up on rapture’s cloud
    come to you – keep you timeless
    enfold you in my deepest dreams
    carry you off to ecstasy

    ~

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    ~ Kathy ~

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

     
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    Corbeau Noir

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    Corbeau Noir

    ~

    I see you
    fat young black bird
    fat crow
    fat innocent

    but soon I will see you
    in the carrion half-light
    of this black caisson
    this funeral hearse

    unworthy scavenger

    as you cluster in a murder
    to ravage
    to defile the entity
    drawn in this caisson

    but you cannot

    the living presence it bore
    is greater than you

    your gluttonness lust
    might pick the meat clean
    pick the bones dry

    but this being
    has lived well beyond this muscle
    beyond this sinew tendon and bone
    these were its limits

    now it is set free

    so help yourself brother crow
    sister raven
    birds of black
    help yourself

    this essence has gone beyond
    far beyond
    to become infinite
    pure thought
    unbound energy

    what you pick apart
    is the afterimage
    of a mortal
    now eternal

    so take your fill crow
    have your way raven
    fat black bird — do your best
    engorge the glorious

    then be gone
    scatter
    and far off

    this caisson has delivered its miracle

    ab hoc unum solum


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    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

     

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  • Old Red

  • This was written in and about my beloved old red chair.

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    Old Red

    ~

    sun sits low on the horizon
    the coming night soon will stir
    I sit quietly in my old red chair
    with warm memories gathered ’round me

    Old Red has comforted me for years
    longer than many of my friends
    dear loved ones I’ve been well to know
    for those now gone beyond – a tender tear

    my heart is full, my spirit calm, my life is sweet
    I surrender to another year in fate’s embrace
    wrapped in Old Red, I am grateful for my life
    all I’ve been given, so very much for so very long

    grateful for the sun that rose golden to warm this day
    mountains that rise majestic, covered in old growth
    the rivers, the lakes, the clear mountain streams
    the beautiful nature of my Pacific Northwest

    grateful for my wife and caring friends
    for my precious children and grandchild
    the miraculous moments of their birth
    bittersweetness for the son I lost

    would this evening’s reverie never end
    but soon the lingering day will bow its head
    as twilight fades I’ll watch this night descend
    here in Old Red – grateful where my life has led

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

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  • This is my actual “Old Red”, circa 1939.
    It is a vintage Donald Deskey art deco design.
    It has provided comfort for four (4) generations.
  •  
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  • Fantasy’s Elaboration

  • My primary creative inspiration remains my vivid imagination.
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    Fantasy’s Elaboration

    ~

    fantastic is this spell I’m under
    magic of a splendorous kind
    a world of cornucopic wonder
    treasure troves of dreams to plunder
    in this voyage of my mind

    by fantasy’s elaboration
    through stars of wonder I ascend
    soar in sweet hallucination
    in ships of my imagination
    oh, would this voyage but never end

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

     
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    Take this amazing fractal trip to free your creative mind.

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  • The Ferryman

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    The Wondrous Dream

    ~

    my mind’s eye sees the ferryman’s dory
    soon I will be fast aboard

    sailing on his skiff of dreams
    the ferryman standing watch

    soaring skyward untethered
    ‘mong the clouds of wonder

    to magical mystical ports of call
    where all imagined is in my grasp

    if only I could stay the course…
    but fast – daybreak approaches
    and this dreamer will awaken

    but caught still am I
    in the final dream
    conjured forth by the ferryman

    spirit stirs to the distant voice
    readies for the firmamental journey

    one foot still in this mortal realm
    soul resigned to embarkation

    time folding in upon time
    as slow you approach
    the celestial light

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

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  • Zing!

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    Zing!

    ~

    Joan Miro’s cool art
    enlivens my heart
    to sing
    my stalled joy restarts
    as sorrow departs
    takes wing
    my wonder jumpstarts
    regath’ring its parts

    it’s bliss al a carte
    its magic imparts
    a zing
    I love Miro’s art
    his bold color chart
    pure bling
    enlivens my heart
    Joan Miro’s cool art


    “L’Air” by: Joan Miró

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019


     

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  • Bloody Sue

  • In my response to Anmol’s April 23rd prompt at dVerse, I present a reimagined perspective on the 7 deadly sins.
     
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    Bloody Sue

    ~

    Gather close so you might hear
    A tale of terror, a tale of fear
    Of a vigilante from beyond the grave
    Only justice did this spirit crave
    You may choose to doubt my word
    But know damned well this all occurred

    A vengeful maiden dressed in red
    7 men lured, 7 men dead
    7 men drawn to this comely miss
    7 souls lost to her lethal kiss

    A modern legend is Bloody Sue
    Her deeds of terror are bold and true
    Was she from hell or heaven’s gate
    It’s certain her victims earned their fate

    The first, the banker, a crooked man
    Stole dreams of others with his evil plan
    To own the world, to possess the lot
    Now all that’s his is a dead man’s plot
    Found with coins choked down his throat
    Clutched in his hand a bloody note
    “You greedy bastards, this could be you
    Remember well!”, signed Bloody Sue

    The second, the lawyer, a prideful sort
    Lied and cheated to win in court
    And bragged of his dishonest way
    Until violence marked his final day
    Found one morning with bashed-in head
    A bloody gavel lay on his bed
    “Bludgeoned here for his lies and scandal!”
    Read Sue’s note, wrapped ’round the handle

    The third, the bishop, a man of lust
    Molested innocent’s, betrayed their trust
    Kept a journal of his lurid deeds
    A trophy to all his prurient needs
    Found on his pulpit with a bloody lap
    His private parts in his bishop’s cap
    “Beware vile predators throughout this land!”
    Sue had carved in the bishop’s hand

    Fourth was the baker, a gluttoness fool
    Treated his workers horribly cruel
    Paid wages that left an empty plate
    While he gorged himself – he ate and ate
    One day at the bakery’s opening hour
    He was found dead in a vat of flour
    Across the vat, bold and big,
    In chocolate icing, Sue wrote “pig!”

    Then the lazy chief of the town’s police
    Unsolved cases filled his valise
    Crime and violence everywhere
    While he snoozed in his office chair
    One day shots rang loud and clear
    Sue riddled the chief from ear to ear
    “Get another chief, get this damned work done!”
    Said the note from Sue, found by the gun

    The office gossip, and his jealous way
    Spread lies and rumors on the phone all day
    His envy the ruin of many good names
    Destroying lives with his vicious games
    Sue used his phone to strangle him
    And left a voice mail dire and grim
    “To all who ruin a reputation
    You too will die from strangulation!”

    Last… the radio talk-show host
    Spreading propaganda, coast to coast
    Pawn of a racist politician
    Thought he was above suspicion
    Electrocuted on his live broadcast
    Sue dealt justice hard and fast
    She was heard to say as hot sparks flew
    “Beware you haters, I’ll fry you too!”

    So that’s the story of Bloody Sue
    Believe it or not, that’s up to you
    A brutal beauty in scarlet cape
    From her vengeful hands there’s no escape
    She will draw from you your final breath
    If she marks you with her kiss of death

    Some say a ghost who haunts this earth
    Others claim an angel, of heavenly birth
    But all agree there’s one thing true

    If you’re a son-of-a-bitch,
    She’ll come for you

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

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  • Grizzly

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    Grizzly

    ~

    bear!

    grizzly

    ahead

    standing in the switchback
    scratching on a cedar

    he sees me
    stops
    drops to all fours
    stares

    I tense

    he still stares
    shakes his mass
    snorts
    chuffs
    paws the path

    shakes his head
    chuffs again
    turns…

    ambles away

    I exhale
    shake

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

     

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