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you do not see
me
no shadow do I cast
that you perceive
no movement
to catch your eye
no color
no shape
no texture that is truly mine
you see
the avatar of your fantasy
the puppet of your desires
the specter of your lust
to you
I
am invisible
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
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…image found here…
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young flower fresh-bloomed
engorged with succulence
bursting with life’s urgency
vibrantly seductive
dewy lips of supple petal
lay open in offered sweet delight
velvet pistil of gentle blush
enwrapped in throat of golden hue
this vision of tender ecstasy
entices with a lilting sway
a fragrance to intoxicate
wafting from the luscious folds
breathing in the rich bouquet
all senses stirred and tantalized
my eyes embrace this visage rare
pleasured in the heady moment
captive by such vital beauty
consumed, one savors slowly
exquisitely delicious
this tender bud, full bloomed
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(minimalist version)
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young flower
fresh-bloomed
engorged
bursting
seductive
supple petals lay open
velvet pistil
soft in golden throat
lilting fragrant folds
stir the senses
consumed
one savors slowly
exquisite
this tender bud
full bloomed
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
•
a tear can cloud the brightest day
song will brush aside the clouds
is not sadness just a passing state
but what a melody can chase away
a tune played true with voice in tow
little sorrows flee from such display
thing is, so few will dare seek joy
and thus succumb to feeling low
yet when life is lived in harmony
what hurt you have will drift and fade
joy in chorus will lift the heart
it swells the soul in reverie
is it not foolish to keep bliss entombed
to see not but the dark and gloom
sing — and laughter will light the room
a song is but a little thing
and yet what joy it is to sing
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
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furtive strumpet nonpareil
fumbles from the motor-coach
cup of bacchus fondled lush
held close to velvet bodice
supple breast, soft loin and limbs
costumed for seduction
magenta lace and turquoise silk
kindles lust’s combustion
sweet undulation in a mirror mist
of moonlight on the midnight fog
beckons through the dewy fern
enticing — come enjoy
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
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lilting golden
‘long an autumn lane
carried gentle
on the winds
the rustle of aspens
lush and hush
like the murmur
of whispered passion
from a lover’s lips
a’tremble with desire
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
NaPoMo poem #29
This is the twenty ninth and the penultimate of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
This poem is a tongue-in-cheek, but well intentioned look at life’s many gifts, inspired by prompt #29 at read write poem.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
So Many Gifts
•
we were granted
many gifts
when we arrived
here in this life
perhaps the most precious
is the gift of family
to endure
the gift of family
and any other calamity
we were bestowed
the gift of courage
the gift of patience
is a part of this
now when we require
more reinforcement
we have the useful
gift of friends
should all these gifts
prove just too much
there is the gift
of nature’s beauty
if we overdose
on all things tranquil
the fallback gift
is our creative spark
to prevent this gift
from being wasted
we have literature
music and art
and to preserve
dark karmic balance
we’ve been blessed
with the critique clique
finally we come
to this the greatest
of all the gifts
that we possess
and that gift being
the gift of love
though we enjoy
all of these gifts
life still can be
quite tough at times
but don’t despair
no
don’t lose hope
some secret gifts
have we been granted
to give us strength
and keep us going
the first of these
our sense of wonder
and hand in hand
our sense of awe
and should all else falter
there is the failsafe
the secret weapon
our sense of humor
but please take heed
keep careful watch
if you lose this latter
my friend
you’re screwed
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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NaPoMo poem-set #28
This is the twenty eighth day of poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
This set of seven haiku were inspired by the read write poem NaPoWriMo prompt #28, “Seeing Red”.
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Seven Red
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inquiries of heart
from summer red lover’s lips
float like butterflies
•
green leaves on blue pond
float in golden summer sun
red bird softly sings
•
golden sun burns bright
scorching the red rock canyon
Sedona summer
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eyes red from crying
words cannot be taken back
she will leave today
•
a ruby droplet
the yellow rose bears sharp thorns
we will share red wine
•
path forked this spring morne
white-tails chose tall trees instead
redwoods are safety
•
spring snow-pack’s melting
fresh mountain stream tumbles clear
under red maples
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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NaPoMo poem #27
This is the twenty seventh of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
This poem is an edited rewrite of a older poem of mine and was inspired by a moving personal experience, offered here in response to the NaPoWriMo Wordle prompt #27 at read write poem.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
Unexpected
•
unquestionable joy
in a place most unexpected
the crystalline eyes of an innocent
cruel society deems disabled
bent and stooped
impossibly twisted
confined to constant care
and his rolling metal chair
a hardscrabble life
that would drive a lesser soul
to lunacy
but his gentle eyes reflect a wonder
my jaded heart has long since lost
by arrogance extinguished
his timeless spirit knows only trust
it pours forth from his being
positioned close and cozy
to the modest stage
he is enraptured by the music
engulfed within the rhythm
enthralled by this magic
he is beaming
like an angel
the band plays fast
the band plays slow
the band plays loud
the band plays low
he rocks forward
he rolls backward
waves in jubilation
and launches heart and soul
into a wicked shoulder wiggle
as he vibrates unabashed
with pure delight
the veins of his neck
stand out full and proud
as he tosses back his head
uninhibited in laughter
tears of joy
leaking down his cheeks
his person full alive
his essence full aware
his nascent bliss aglow
he is wholly in the now
he is filled with every note
wrapped up in the cadence
sparked by the drumbeat
thrilled by every nuance
he experiences an ecstasy
at which I can only marvel
its clarity and power I can never know
it’s at this moment
that I realize
how much I do not understand
as I behold this able man
faint envy stirs
watching his unbridled joy
so complete
and unexpected
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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NaPoMo poem #25
This is the twenty fifth of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
This was inspired by a prompt at read write poem to write a “how to” about something difficult to do.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
Being Now
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step gently through the dream-gate
take hold the strand continuum
ride the light that carries you
to the is, was, the will be
transcendence moment
when the all is one
in the perfection
of pure being
here now
alive
∞
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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NaPoMo poem #21
This is twenty first of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
This poem is a wedding prayer inspired by the read write poem NaMoWriMo prompt #21, “rite of passage”.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
Our Dreams
(a wedding prayer)
•
we place our dreams in our open palms
so the winds of fortune
will make them soar
we bless our dreams with the gift of song
so their chords are sweet
and their sound is pure
we bestow our dreams the wings of faith
so they lift and carry
to wisdom’s shore
we unite our dreams this blessed day
so love will bind them
forevermore
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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NaPoMo poem #20
This is the twentieth of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
This poem was inspired by the image below entitled “The Bride Wore Red”, by Pareeerica…
Spellbound
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scarlet lady in crimson silk
a beauty to mesmerize
sculpted by a master’s hand
so seductive as to scandalize
a stare of comely crystal blue
floats above a ruby pout
spellbound by her magic eyes
she holds your soul with no way out
her tongue tip teases her top lip’s edge
like a supple paintbrush flowing
her smile will pierce and hypnotize
then wrap around you knowing
you are now her helpless captive
quite hopelessly addicted
in the velvet grip of her mystery
is she an angle or is she wicked
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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Stir Of Love
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the memory riveted
securely barring entry
none can pass
his bitter resolve
makes certain none will try
this is a dark forbidden place
high-walled
cold and barren
unyielding
lifeless
a wasteland of the lost
inhabited by the dead
the gate grown over
by a tangle of grief and anger
any memory
of a once vital presence
of a living breath
of warmth
of joy
forever gone
brutal night has fallen long ago
that no sun can penetrate
the blackness soothes him
he retreats into its depths
embraces its lightless void
hiding
sulking
shielded from any possibility
of further pain or remorse
he is unfeeling
safely lifeless
but see
a shadow
falls across the threshold
someone approaches
a comely being
warm and alive
lays gentle siege
threatening to breach
his hardened fortress
but
this lovely creature
fair and fragile
can not possibly gain entrance
must not
he will resist
he must
this is wrong
this is trespass
this is cruel betrayal
of his lost beloved
he has no right
to leave this place of sorrow
to step into the light
no right
but it grows inevitable
all seems lost
his stronghold is succumbing
falling to this delicate advance
he is vulnerable
terrified
but it is useless to resist
searching with a patient heart
she has found it
the key
grasped in her loving hand
fingers tenderly enfold it
gently
she slides it into the lock
turning with great care
he is defenseless
he feels his heart slowly open
the long forgotten
stir of love
begins to warm his soul
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rob kistner © 2009
NaPoMo poem #15
This is the fifteenth of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
I interpreted today’s read write poem NaPoMo prompt a bit differently from Christine’s example. This is still a response to “instead of”, but I wrote two poems, each from the perspective of an ancient old-growth tree. One looks at our world from a ‘glass half empty’ perspective, the other from ‘a glass half full’ point of view.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
Two Views
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I watch
as generations recede
as empires crumble
as wisdom ebbs
I’ve observed
millenniums of human folly
as they stumble
to a cold isolated existence
disconnected from each other
from everything
serving the machine
perfecting violence
as they race to ruination
aliens in eden
I see the natural world
reshaped
scarred
diminished
but still I stand
thrusting skyward
closer to heaven
than any living thing
a perpetual survivor
rooted in perpetuity
the constant sentinel
a witness to tragedy
•
(optimism)
I watch
as generations move forward
as civilization painstakingly progresses
as knowledge slowly unfolds
I’ve observed
millenniums of human endeavor
as they awaken
to self-sufficiency
less dependent on conformity
on hive mentality
mastering the machine
enduring strife
as they strive for the light
evolving beings
I see the natural world
reshaped
tempered
resilient
and still I stand
reaching skyward
closer to heaven
than any living thing
a perpetual presence
rooted in perpetuity
the constant sentinel
a witness to triumph
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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NaPoMo poem #15-A
This is fifteen-A of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
This is a bit of sci-fi poetry, inspired by a flash fiction fantasy story I wrote a while ago.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
Otherworldly
•
I’ve watched
golden Fire Clouds
hanging in pale green skies
over the azure seas of Toluras
heard the haunting call
of the coral-winged Lellurt
soaring Droon’s violet skies
over teal Darpin Bay
seen the copper leaves
of Parmus fronds
flashing from indigo mountains
in the crystal mists of Gemin
been seduced by saffron Remmors
a’swim with siren song
translucent in the amber waters
of emerald Topiarus
I have beheld exquisite beauty
of otherworldly delight
but nothing to please my eyes and ears
as you, here, tonight
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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NaPoMo poem #14
This is the fourteenth of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
The Return
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as 2 cords
of diamond bright white
clustered up from behind
to nudge me onward
the precious ribbons
stranded for miles
disappearing over the horizons
the freeway had been dense
this night
as I made my way
from the busy airport
back to our beloved home
our sanctuary
the one we’d found together
deciding immediately – this was it
on that crisp spring saturday
when we were beginning
to feel we never would
the home we’d come to cherish
but finally
this turn
down our country lane
I could make it in my sleep
so familiar
I anticipate every bend
and rise
every dip
they are welcome as a friend
like the sound of my tires
as they trundle ‘cross
the narrow wooden bridge
that fords
our crystal trout stream
as it falls
brisk from mountain snow-pack
and coming round
I see the corridor
of faithful old-growth Doug’s
stepping back for me
to nestle the foothills
inviting my return
guarding my safe passage
they sway
as if to celebrate
that I am back
now
it’s left up our gravel drive
the pebble and crushed rock
crunch and clatter in stony rustle
as I traverse our hill
then swing onto our concrete carport
pause
and key the engine off
all is silent
save the tick and popping
as the engine cools
this is my favorite moment
just before I open the door
to step up
and approach the house
to bring myself to you
this moment of anticipation
knowing you are waiting
bathed and fragrant
warm and soft
dressed in something that will whisper
welcome home my love
I’ve missed you
then I take you in my arms
fall into your loving eyes
pull your willing body close
to wrap ‘round you
and drink you in
intoxicated
these moments
melt into sweet love making
that continues until exhaustion
we both love
when I return
happy ending, stop here…… from a business trip ……stop here, happy ending
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tearful ending, read on…… but tonight ……read on, tearful ending
I do not key the engine off
I do not reach for the handle
do not open the door
I simply
sit
you are no longer waiting
not in quite sometime
not since you lost your battle brave
not since I held you
that final time
your body still warm and soft
not since then
not since then
now
my business trips are longer
my returns
fewer
and farther between
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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