Category: Poetry

Le Filou

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Le Filou

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when donned the mask
the transformation
smoulders forth the other

the fantasy
on wings of dreams
your lovely le filou

she is she
yet too
the other

unleashed at light of passion’s moon
manifest at your request
sustained this night
at her delight

she is your isis
she is your venus
she is your every longing loosed

and you

her jester
her lustful fool

she brings everything in life you miss
bestowed with aphrodite’s kiss
but as you burn you should know this
beneath the mask waits a strange abyss

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2020


 

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    • Laughing Larry

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    …in keeping with my ‘dark’ suspicions about clowns…

     

    Laughing Larry

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    “gaze upon me
    if you will
    my countenance crafted
    to fool
    and thrill

    I’ve spent years in greasepaint
    fear
    and sorrow
    I rue the past
    I dread tomorrow”

    they call me laughing larry

    it wasn’t intentional
    you see

    I only wanted her to
    hear me

    to know my heart

    but her laughter
    her hollow
    taunting laughter
    her laughter wouldn’t stop

    it wouldn’t stop
    and I needed her to hear me
    to understand how I felt

    but the laughing
    and laughing
    the incessant laughing
    I simply couldn’t have the laughing

    so I made it stop

    now I hide behind this painted smile
    now everyone is laughing
    and laughing

    but I no longer hear

    I’ll spend years in greasepaint
    fear
    and sorrow
    rueing the past
    dreading tomorrow

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2020


     

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    • Broken Wing

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    Broken Wing

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    There was a time, not long ago, when I was proud of my country, this United States of America. My patriotism stirred when we were lead by a proud, intelligent, strong, black man. A man of principle and courage. A man who embraced truth. A man with a sense of decency, and a sense of humor.

    But then my country broke my heart. We elected Trump. On the heels of a time of light and possibility, we have been dragged down into a time of despair and darkness. We let ignorance rule the day.

    I still embrace the fading image of America. I still have hope. I still feel the reverberations of the time that was Obama. But now truth and liberty has a broken wing. When it is over, said, and done, it WAS a time — and there was never enough of it.

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    (Above is 144 words. Below are my fully expressed feelings)

    There was a time, not long ago, when I was proud of this country we call the United States of America. My patriotism stirred when we were lead by a proud, intelligent, strong, black man. A man of principle and courage. A man who embraced truth. A man with a sense of decency, and a sense of humor.

    It gave me hope that we, as a country, had turned a corner, and were going to move away from, and above the unfortunate and misguided hatred and stupidity that would rear its ugly head from time to time. That we were smarter and better

    But then this country broke my heart, and enabled a racist, a bigot, a misogynist, a spiteful demagogue to take power — it elected the utterly unqualified Donald Trump to be our President. On the heels of a time of light and possibility, we have been dragged down into a time of despair and darkness – and it’s our own fault. We have allowed ignorance to rule the day.

    I still embrace the fading image of America, but it is impossible to be proud of our leadership at this time in history. I still have hope, because I still feel the reverberations of the very recent time, when this country stood tall, when this country began to again lift and soar, the time that was Obama. But now truth and liberty has a broken wing. When it is over, said, and done, it WAS a time — and there was never enough of it.

    Sadly, not nearly enough of it.

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2020

     

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    • Not Wanting

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    Not Wanting

    ~

    when the human spirit learns to love
    and be grateful
    finding more joy in giving
    than receiving
    when all, even the least
    can live in dignity
    not wanting for the core
    of their humanity
    — then will we ride the saucers
    shining to the heart of tomorrow

     

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2020

     

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    • Arc of the Ages

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    Arc of the Ages

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    do not hide
    from the great orb
    of unquestioning fate
    that spins in the spaces
    of destiny’s light and dark
    days of falter and fear
    approaching
    moving
    unsteady on legs
    of unquenchable doubt
    what your mind must
    conceal from the assassin
    of joy and forgiveness
    held pure
    tested
    by time and the hands of
    the waiting who cower
    yet smile
    singing truth through
    the hail and barrage
    ‘cross the bow mast of glory
    seeking broad measure and berth
    as all that you seem to
    desire slips slowly like
    rain down a vent pipe
    to plumb deep
    the black dreams
    such is the slag-shattered
    glass of the future
    that moves slow
    through the arc
    of the ages
    who’ve waited and
    watched ‘neath the moon
    of deliberate ancients
    that revolves in the
    void of the others
    that see what we
    knew to be ever
    the voice of the lost
    to the light
    of the dawning that
    heralds the word of
    this time that’s upon
    us and holds us at
    last in the fire
    of visions and
    longing for all that
    we are to be
    here in our heart
    of the moment
    that flees like
    a squandered teardrop
    forever away from
    our failing grasp

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2020

     

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    • Bloom

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    Bloom

    ~

    Turn away from things that can’t be changed. Forgive the foolish slights. Mend the wounds.

    Turn to the rising sun. Feel the warmth of the new day. Embrace it with a thankful heart.

    Be the cause of joy. Be the source of possibility. Make life better for your having been here.

    begin beginning
    don’t dwell fallen petals past
    nurture spring’s bright blooms

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2020

     

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    • Born Wild

    “A gift for my brilliant, beautiful, 47-year-old, financial-planner daughter.”

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    Born Wild

    ~

    a gift of freedom for you daughter Jeni
    though it’ll be one among many
    hope this one stands apart
    hope it revs your wild heart
    and boundaries — you won’t have any

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

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    Gift: Ducati 73hp M797 motorcycle

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    Daughter: Jeni, Summer 2019

     

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    • Your Eyes

    “Otherworldly love poetry”

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    Your Eyes

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    I have watched
    golden clouds
    waft the emerald climbs
    over Telure’s cerulean seas

    heard the haunting calls
    fill Droon’s violet skies
    as coral-winged Lellurts
    took to flight

    seen the copper hues
    of Parmus fronds
    fire indigo mists
    ‘neath Gemin’s crystal trees

    beheld exquisite beauty
    of bright new worlds
    but none so enchantingn
    as your eyes — tonight

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

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    Cerulean blue and emerald of Telure

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    violet sky of Droon Cluster

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    a crystal tree of Gemin

     

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    • December Memories

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    December Memories

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    • pine boughs sparkling
    yule log crackling
    full hearts brimming
    drawn close this night

    ribbons
    on bright papers
    gifts bestowed
    one at a time

    round and round
    the kindred circle
    celebrating
    unveiled affections

    joy
    love
    and cheerful laughter
    precious times with family

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2018

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    “This is the sad year I bow out as Santa”

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    My wife and I as “singing” Santa and Mrs Clause. We visit several families each year at Christmas as a special surprise for the children. When we visit, I lead the children, and the entire group, singing Christmas Carols. Been doing it for a number of years. BTW, that is my real beard. And Mrs. Clause carries the watering can because she delivers a fun, low-key environmental message for the children. But my declining health may see this year as my last journey as Santa Claus. It has been rewarding beyond measure to see the excitement and love in the eyes of the little ones, especially in their years 2 or 3 until 5 or 6. It’s been such a wonderful gift to have been Santa. I will miss it! ;-(

    The Missing

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    The Missing

    ~

    without warning they were simply gone
    we were left bewildered, to carry on
    the entire family strangely disappeared
    what happened here is truly very weird

    they were taken in an instant long ago
    to where, we will likely never know
    midst this kitchen clutter, it abruptly ended
    was life concluded, or just suspended

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

     

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    • Note By Note

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    Note by Note

    ~

    music music is everywhere
    the sound of music
    can fill the air

    it can slip right through the tiniest hole
    it can fill a room
    it can fill your soul

    the power of music has great potential
    its power to fill
    is exponential

    feeling deflated — hope won’t float
    music will fill it up
    note by note

    it can fill the void in an empty life
    it can obliterate sadness
    eliminate strife

    it can flow into the remotest part
    filling full
    a lonely heart

    score or lyric in your favorite style
    will fill your face
    with a bursting smile

    music is powerful and invasive stuff
    but in this angry world
    can there be enough

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

     

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