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A gentle breeze
whispers in the cedar boughs
these patient sentinels
ever watching over
this whitewater
high-mountain river

a zephyr wafts downstream
brushes my face
tosses my hair
and dances past me
‘round the bend

a hushed gasp
escapes my lips

like a prayer

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rob kistner © 2024

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Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Ship Of Dreams” by: rob kistner © 8/7/24

 
Let your dreams take you higher
close your eyes and sail away
to worlds of pleasures you desire
lands where wishes do hold sway

to magical mystical ports of call
here you are not merely mortal
this world beyond the wonderwall
sailing on through mystery’s portal

in a ship of psychedelic colors
fiery colors to ignite the night sky
sky full of crystal glittering stars
stars to light our path golden

trav’ling in fantasy’s odyssey
beyond anything you can imagine
a sublimely rich spellbound journey
to places you have never been

you’ll see visions so enchanted
a world your mind can but beget
wonder will be by awe supplanted
what you see you’ll never forget

your joy unbounded will ascend
beyond your wildest imagination
all disbelief you will suspend
as you soar in sweet hallucination

it’s most important you fully comprehend
you’ll have changed once you transcend
you needn’t worry on the past again
as you were quite a different person then

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rob kistner © 2024
Poetry at: dVerse

Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Red Shutters Rue St Denis” by: rob kistner © 8/1/24

 
P assion
let it flare fire red
red as the shuttered windows
of Paris Rue St Denis
that conceal the carnally
intertwined
on a starburst night

in the throes
of steaming conquest
ripe with release
coursing with hunger
for the tender flesh
of reckless passion

white hot
as a deflowered bride
burning with the lust
of an august first-night
impaled on the horn
of promise and desire

there will be no truth
in these minglings
only raw bleeding need
and the quenchless thirst
for bittersweet
forbidden nectar

when you hear
the hushed whispers
know that it was so
and so it will remain
in the lithe loins
of the skin slaves
fully aflame
behind Paris red shutters

Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Paris Streetwalker”
by: rob kistner © 8/1/24

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Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “So So Ago” by: rob kistner © 7/25/24

 
After the rattle of death
after leaving with no goodbye
after bittersweet emancipation faded away

after the hope just imploded
after the joy became a memory
after a new sadness collected day upon day

after the promises echoed empty
after the dreams grew distant
after our days of glory had become the past

after the taste of regret grew
after the loneliness mounted
after sands in the glass spilled away much too fast

what first was a rich blaze
burned through the fodder
sadly hereafter all that remains is ashes and char

the vision was most beautiful
the intention honest and real
its brightness so intense it burned out like a star

I did not know peace would seem so far
I did not know love could be so very quiet
I did not know how this silence would scar

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: WGO

Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Ice Queen” by: rob kistner © 7/25/24

 
Bewitching queen of ice
she’ll wrap you in her arms
bestow her sensual charms
but it won’t happen twice
bewitching queen of ice

she’s feared in all the land
her tale told in lyrics grand
her love’s a lethal vice
bewitching queen of ice

fall to her ice-hot pout
your luck has just run out
you’ve rolled the deadly dice
bewitching queen of ice

even the wisest can’t resist
willpower ceases to exist
they pay the precious price
bewitching queen of ice

bent like a puppet to her will
your ruin’s her biggest thrill
the strongest turn meek as mice
bewitching queen of ice

and once she has your soul
her freeze will take its toll
you will be her sacrifice
the bewitching queen of ice

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

 
Chill winds of time
rise in dissonance

seasons of cold rain
hiss and tick
my weathered panes

life’s essence
slowly slips my grip

it’s warmth
ever-fading

the pall and ache
wraps firm my bones
suppresses my spirit
slowly steals my living core

I despair of rigid form
drained of vital sap

drawn and withered
robbed of flex and grace

my light of memory dims
my pool of knowledge clouds

dear and beloved go
one by one
beyond my call

beyond the enchanting joy
the wonderful chaos
of this temporal plane

like a herd
of beautiful wild horses
I see them gathered
powerful and proud

see them leap and dart
strong and agile

hear them gallop
bold and brave

then I realize
they’re galloping away

I hear them echoing
through a narrowing canyon

their sound
their energy
fades
falling to nothing

my energy wanes
a melancholy descends
I fall quiet

then I hear other echos

my family
busying about the house

the sounds of vibrant life
of precious love

then I realize
then I understand
life’s been good

I am blessed
we are blessed
and in that moment

gratitude

joy

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

 
You cannot stop
the hands of time
from spinning ever on

when the sand is
through the hourglass
those days are ever gone

no reliving summers past
nor mistakes of society
they’re lost in history

there’s no wish
nor magic chant
not even wizardry

Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Wizard”
by: rob kistner © 7/22/24

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Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Blue Torii” by: rob kistner © 7/18/24

 
Blue torii passage
garden path winds to sunset
this day falls to calm
clouds are golden overhead
serenity is sacred

lacquer on gate beams
span faith’s possibility
fate’s demarkation
welcomes the blessed seekers
asking questions of the heart

small steps are not small
when they begin this journey
seeking is living
discovery is the gift
knowledge is the shining light

crossing here to peace
from chaos to the divine
the veil has opened
truth lies beyond blue torii
transcend to enlightenment

Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Blue Torii 2”
by: rob kistner © 7/18/24

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THE WAGAKKI BAND

Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “You Are Always” by: rob kistner © 11/2/23

I can still feel it
all of it

the anger
the perversity
the pain
the powerlessness
the anguish

the anger
that someone so young
so beautiful
could be taken
by another’s careless act

the perversity
of a son
passing before the father

my heart broken
bargaining with god
that you be returned to life
in exchange for mine

you were so alive
so wonderfully alive

thinking of you now son
of my favorite picture of you
it’s the one I treasure most

a simple snapshot
taken at the airport
upon your return
from New York City

having run their marathon

a gentle triumphant smile
obvious your eyes were beaming
behind your ‘cool’ shades

jacket sleeves rolled
so casually hip

your carry-on gripped firmly
steady in your left hand
your medal dangling proudly
from your strong neck

the gentle victor
fiercely handsome

taken just before
the finish line
of your 18 years
it said it all

your race was run
your bag packed
your reward in hand

though we did not know
you were ready to fly
my precious angel

I still feel it all
and I still feel you

in a tearful
turbulent night
you may come
as a breeze
stirring through my open window

a plaintive zephyr
yet sweet

you may come
as a faint sound in the darkness

an easy laugh
rich voice
a song

you may come as a sunrise
or a sunset

you may come
as a comforting thought

kindness
strength
gentleness

you may come
as a cherished presence

warm smile
clear eyes
peaceful eyes
full of wonder

the beauty of youth

you may come
as a moment recalled
a moment of the heart

that precious last time
we stood embracing
expressing our love
no way of knowing
it would be our last

I will feel that embrace
that warmth
forever

and now mostly you come as joy
the joy of who you were
and will always be
in my heart

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rob kistner © 2023
updated rob kistner © 2024

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I am red
blood on a broke piano
in a dead — drunk-bar
squaller’d in shambles
sheddin’ no’mo tears

I am red
the dark cadence
movin’ through the streets
in sad slow progression
carryin’ the dead

I am red
on a mardi gras mornin’
I come’a roarin’on up
in a bourbon st. stumble
play’n all the night

I am red
a wild tchoupitoulas
from the 13th ward
blood shiffa-hoona
I won’t be barred

I am red
a walk through fire
a swim through mud
stole feathers from an eagle
n’drank a panther’s blood

I am red
a gallery of corpse tears
hung bold in deep memory
for those who survived
to feel the departed’s sorrrow

I am red
the rattle of glasses
on shelves back ‘o d’bar
when the band’s riffin’ hard
on a packed Friday night

I am red
the madman
sometimes d’sideman
in d’dark beautiful chaos
and joy’s tearful sky

I am red
the tambourine’s jangle
in a sweet delicate hand
in a hard poundin’ bar
on a stage reekin’ o’weed

I am red
the music and anguish
pour’n into m’soul
‘til I’m only the both
so to wring your pain dry

I am red
playin’ mournful taps
f’truth’s mortal wound
where it’s fallen
bleedin’ out

are ya’ blind
do ya’ see
are ya’ deaf
do ya’ hear
are ya’ numb
do ya’ feel

I am jazz
I am blues
I am life
I am a lone angel cryin’
in a requiem funeral dirge

deep deep red

— all that fuckin’ music
playin’ out loud
play’d for all us dyin’
in earth’s terminal purge

Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Tears Of An Angel”
by: rob kistner © 7/16/24

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

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I lived at the lightless edge
that pooled in the night
deep in the bleak backwoods
of the sad brokenhearted
hiding in the anguish
of the loveless who despair
in the dark serpent’s shadow
lost in frightful nightmare

I fed on the grief
of the forlorn who wailed
for their horrific loss
in the ruins of misery
this was my heartscape
black as mid-winter night
a deep shadowed horizon
no glimmer of light

trusting was toxic
no foothold for love
relations were carnage
scattered lifeless and cold
’til you, beautiful being
eyes brilliant and true
approached from afar
eyes of hypnotic blue

a most molten magic
you deftly ignited
and patiently tended
the flames gently stoked
still afraid to come forward
I held outside the fire
but your kindness drew me
kindling love’s smoldered desire

with passion it roared
its flare pierced my darkness
its heat torched my soul
my ice heart was thawed
you‘ve captured me wholly
in a spell mesmerizing
my heart’s soaring weightless
this dawn of love rising

Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Heartrise” by: rob kistner © 7/11/24

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse

Poetry at: Poets & Storytellers.

We exist
in a fragile sphere
of suppressed possibility
gripped in the freeze
of a dark time

midst those who’ve waited
and watched
at the waning of truth
‘neath an uncertain moon

not hearing
what we knew to be
the plaintive cries
of the lost

our echoed cries

blind to the light
of the dawning
that heralded new words
dual words
for a possible world

two new words
for this time that’s upon us
this time of diametrical opposition
where reality and constructionism
collide

Radical Possibility

we are the bud and the blossom
we are the late-falling leaf
we are the arc fulfilled
we are the time come

come to the here
and the now

where we’re held
firm in the fire
of visions and longing
for what we were

and for all
that we are to be
here in our heart
at this moment eternal

even as
we gaze forlornly
across pooled hatred
through a divided curtain’s fall
at a fractured mirror’s reflection

a glaring hallucination
of a polarized reality

dual worlds
close enough to touch
but too far apart to engage

dual worlds
through which truth
stumbles blind

beyond reach
or reason

no connection ’tween either

we walk as wraiths
through fevered empty streets
moving in these dual worlds

captive
to the bone-white lies
of both

mumbled
in the low voice
of dark deceit
implied in their toxic grins
of inflexible propaganda
and impossible compromise

but hold fast

beckon the unfolding dawn
summon the emerging morn
herald the inevitable sunrise

there is far to go
and much to learn
rising from this dark night

but someone needs first
release the light

hold fast
torchbearers emerge
who hold sacred
the litmus of the ages

Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Torchbearer”
by: rob kistner © 7/9/24

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rob kistner © 2024

Poetry at: dVerse