Sorry for this interruption. Feel free to ignore this section and move directly down to the poem, if you choose. The poem is much more sensual and dreamy. This first section is cold, no-filtered, stark reality — fully and sincerely expressed, as I see it. You see, I need to sum up my final, perhaps controversial thoughts, on the issue of protest, introduced here last Thursday. I have been slowly simmering since then: Love MUST win. My proud hippie soul tells me it can — it must for earth, and her human tribe to flourish. As naive and pollyanna as this may sound, I haven’t lived nearly 74 years believing that peace, love, and intelligence will find a way — to simply stand by and see these qualities of integrity snd dignity trampled beneath the feet of humankind’s baser instincts. Perhaps good people have turned the other cheek for too long. Maybe being passively resigned to the perpetraters of evil is not the way. Perhaps it requires an extreme natural culling of the tribe to remove the evil, the result of the arrogant stupidity of that group. Whether I should revel in that possibility is something my peaceful self has been truly struggling with the past few years — since the extinguishing of the Obama light. It goes against my nature. But the continuing greedy, destructive, and heartless ways must end, or perhaps be brought to an end. At my age and health, I, and most of my Aquarian generation, can’t, or won’t, effectively mount the resistance. We lack the stamina or money, or both. Too many among my generation, who may be capable, have lost the vision — turned during the mine-me-first Reagan 80’s, and the grab-fest in the years that followed. I feel we need responsible, strong young leaders to organize on a large scale, activate on a broad scale. It breaks my heart to say it — but me and my generation, we failed. Those who are coming after us, can’t afford to — or humankind and this great spaceship earth, truly are fucked! The power can belong to the young — take it, and wield it wisely! Sorry if I shocked or offended. Just the honest humble opinion of a tired old man. Not too tired to *** VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! ***
This is a 2nd revision of my original 2012 version.
That Velvet
would I were that velvet
that she reaches for so fondly
strokes with delicate pure fingers
with soft silken hands she lingers
embraces to her bosom
wraps ’round her slender shoulders
tingles with excitement
as she surrenders to its touch
would I were that velvet
that drapes her lilting essence
that falls and folds and fondles
as she ascends the stairs each night
the plush and luscious fiber
that rises on her breasts
with each soft and subtle sigh
each deep impassioned breath
oh would I were that velvet
that glides her naked form
on those sunset autumn evenings
enwraps her perfect body warm
that chills and thrills in shivers
as she opens it ‘neath moonlight
and swoons hushed smouldered gasps
as she blooms forth firm and pleasured
oh would I were that velvet
would I were that velvet
oh sweet sensuous angel
would I were
would I were
rob kistner © 2012
(revision © 2020)
hehe…if only….smiles…rather alluring proposition now isnt it…nice rob
Wow….your descriptions linger and paint this vision of sweeping velvet that takes sensuality to the next level!…very well put together…the form perfect for the subject matter
Rob, Kate Bush has been a favorite since her first appearance on SNL in the 70s. When folks speak of Bjork and her videos, etc., I turn them on to Kate. This poem is a worthy tribute to her genius. I still have “Never Forever” on vinyl, as well as a single of “Rubberband Girl.” Gorgeous writing, Rob. Thanks, Amy
…an absolute delight for senses this velvet-sparkling poem is..your lines cascade like the flow of a piano nocturne. enjoyed this so much (being Kate Bush fan as well:) thank yous for sharing.
Fluid and beautiful
Very sensual and passionate. It is funny reading the comments from the past, specially from Brian. Good to see you back in dVerse Rob!!!
Thank you, and it is good to be back Grace. I have been given more time by science and I plan to enjoy it writing… 🙂
Sensual indeed. Velvet is the perfect texture to symbolize the feeling and mood you’ve written. I’m glad to ‘meet’ you and welcome back to d’Verse.
Thank you Jo-Anne, I am pleased to be back. It is a pleasure to have you visit, please do come back… 🙂
I like the interplay between the feel of skin, the texture of velvet, and desire. Velvet demands to be touched, doesn’t it? And it is so lyrical – it should have a lute accompaniment! Gorgeous stuff.
Sarah, this prompt was wonderful, a joy to respond to. Thank you for your kind words, I hope to be able to participate in dVerse for quite a bit longer… 🙂
Very sensual, Rob. I am a huge Kate Bush fan and have recently read the biography ‘Under the Ivy’ by Graeme Thompson.
I am pleased you enjoyed this Kim. I have been made aware of her biography, but have not yet read it – but I will. Long time fan of Kate… 🙂
I love the concept of your poem and the way you’ve executed it.
Who doesn’t like velvet. It calls everyone to touch it. I guess we should wear it cautiously.
Anew consumer label: “Wear at your own risk” 😉
I love it Rob, the touch of the velvet… also love some familiar commenteers from the past.
Thank you Bjorn… :-). I was surprised to see Brisn’s name pop up on top. I have participatef in a number of online poetry communities over the years, dVerse being one. It may have been called “One Shot” for a while, I don’t remember. Brian and I had a mutual admiration thing going for some time, so he has posts all throughout my Image & Verse.
Oh I love to see those comments including my own again… This is still lovely, and I think what you write about protests is the right thing. Our best protest is to act, we have to act…
Did a bit of time traveling the other day through my blog and found this. Wanted to remdber snd renew at the same time. Also wanted to rant a bit more about love and balance…
It is hard to get as close to someone as the clothes they wear, but we try.
And Frank, what fun it is to try… 😉
Your words are as soft and sensual as velvet on the page. I too remember a few of the older commenters. I really do miss Brian.
Glad they “touched” you Truedessa… 🙂 Brian is a cool guy. Haven’t communicated with him for some time now. He and I traded posts for several years. I think we may have crossed paths even before dVerse, maybe in the mid 2000’s on Dana Guthrie Martin’s ” Read Write Poem? Or maybe he posted his poems on Writer’s Island, a poetry prompt site I published from 2007-2012? Who knows? My memory loves to tease me these days… 🙂
I love that you made her delicate and pure.
Of course Shawna, this is a poem of love… <3
Pollyanna and Anne of Green Gables are my favorite books to read my kids. <3
Would you were, brother. You stirred my libido, and put a smile midst my whiskers. God, 2012, just a blink–Brian Miller, what a rush, pre-d”verse–just the day before yesterday.
Glad you liked this Glenn. Yeah, this was originally written for a prompt I offered on my “Writer’s Island” prompt site. It was a period when I started posting on “dVerse” and Brian was posting on my “WI”. Tess’s “Magpie Tales” was active. The “One Single Impression” and “We Write Poetry” prompt sites were both active. Can’t remeber if “Big Tent Poetry” site was offering prompts in that period. “ Sunday Scribblings” prompt site I believe was up then. Dana’s “Read Write Poem” site was gone. Those were the pinnacle years for poetry prompt sites. Great memories.
a very sensual poem to stir any man’s loins!
I also feel a residual aftermath of that ‘protest’ prompt, my OLN is a continuation of that theme. You say this well … “I feel we need young leaders to show them they need to tear away from the gadgets, games, and google” resonated deepest. Here young people are suing govt and multinationals for ‘destroying’ their planet, their future security/life. As these cases come before the courts I think it is a new way of protest, lets see how effective it is. The fact that they are legally suing has brought more attention than any march …
Two very different offerings, both with impact. I went out to dinner with some of my family last night in their small town. Bad enough to go to a pub, but nobody but waitress and bartender (and me and my mother) wearing masks in the full house (one of two bars in the town.) The Pro-Doofus, Anti-Governor comments were flying liberally. I think a major culling is going to take place as these morons are proud to say Covid-19 is a big hoax. Won’t be doing that again and hope I survive it!
The sensual poem is luscious!
I have essentially remained in lock-down self-quarantine for 6 months — save the occasional day-trip into the mountains, which sadly was interrupted by a most inconvenient raging wildfire. I refuse to ho out in public — way too msnh maskless assholes… even here in the very careful PacNW. I am terrified that my wife flew last week to visit her family in northern Ohio for a month, where the maskless rednecks worship Trump and believe him that there is no Covid-19. Wonder if the fools still believe that? She is going into a mutually agreed 14-day quarantine isolation in a separate part of the house when she returns. I Thank you Lisa for the kind words about my sensualotica.
I agree with the “protest section.” We are in scary times.
The poem is lush and sensual, and like a song.
Merril, times are insane. Thought a bit of sensual diversion might help… 🙂
A stunning piece…steamy and sensual yet so delicately rendered. Love it.
I am pleased you love ?? it Mish! 🙂
Such a gorgeous poem, with a sensuality that is open and longing and lush.
Thank you very much Victoria! 🙂
Oh, sensuous and beautifully rendered.
Thsnk you Euginia… 🙂
Well done Rob. You shared both your hear and soul in this post! Aging is such a thief when it comes to sensuality and our bodies. We are but wrinkled crusty leaves ready to be crunched under foot! Beautiful poem! I share your feelings.
Thank you Dwight! The lights may have gone out on the lower level, but they are still burning bright upstairs. 🙂
Your protest is well founded and true,
and the poem embodies sensuality
I wanted a mix of Yin and Yang Kerfe.
I hear your deep concern for our planet and your worry for the future. It is going to all of us taking action to change our circumstances. My experience of the younger generation is very different. They are inspiring me to be bolder. And still it is sadly difficult to face where we stand today.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and ending with your poem.
I hope your are correct Ali, about the strength of current youth, including young adults. They feel to me disconnected from the serious world by isolating in virtual clusters on the internet, or in video games — digital violence with no substance. Hope I am wrong because the world needs today’s youth to grab the reins, and steer this world out of this ever-accelerating nosedive.
Well it looks like the Commander-in-Chief of all idiocy has been caught up in his own hoax now, Rob. Let’s hope he doesn’t use this one to try and hijack the election. I understand your sentiment that we need to get up and fight because the other side surely will. And I’m using the ‘worldwide we’ because I’m not American. I don’t like the idea of fighting. But imagine if we hadn’t fought Hitler?
In stark contrast – a beautiful and sensuous poem you have shared, thank you so much, I really enjoy your musical poetry.
I hear him already setting the groundwork to claim the science behind masks is proven to be a hoax, as he claims he was infected by his aid who, as he puts it, “wears lots of masks”. I am paraphrasing Ingrid, but I bet that is the crux of what he will begin claiming. I hope to hell his traveling shit-circus of imbeciles didn’t infect Joe during that cluster-fuck of a debate… that Trump turned into a debacle. You may be too young, but during the cold war of the 60’s, the Russian leader Nikita Khrushchev would disrupt the United Nations meetings, and other meetings with world leaders condemning Russia’s conduct on the world stage, by pounding his shoe on the lectern or desk. When you can’t pound on your opponents with truthful facts — pound on the desk. Trumpty Dumpty… and I hope he has a truly great fall.
Dream of lovers……………
…and the joy of love Vandana! 🙂
How genuine your words sounded as I read them. Clearly you have an inspiring muse!
Thank you OE (Rob?) — I write from my heart, as I see things to be…
Sensual indeed Rob…soft as velvet…JIM
Pleased you enjoyed this Jim…
I’m with you on your prologue. Time for a change.
Regarding your poem — sensual longing wrapped perfectly. All it needs is a bow.
…to gently tug as it comes undone and the velvet falls open… 😉