Night Goddess

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Night Goddess

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you’re my alien goddess
sparking golden in the night
my radiant beauty of energy
my networked power of love

oh alien night goddess
my alluring otherworldly
we’ve sailed the universe
in our skyship of passion

I have watched with you
platinum fire clouds
hanging in pale green skies
over the azure seas of Toluraz

we’ve seen the copper leaves
of the silken parmus fronds
flashing from indigo cliffs
in the crystal mists of Gemin

we’ve swam the blue oceans of Gaia
made love ‘neath its silver moon
scaled its emerald forested mountains
ran with its fantastic beasts

I have beheld exquisite beauty
throughout the cosmos in my life
but nothing nearly so beautiful
as your ebony eyes — tonight

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  • The Dark Dock

    This is inspired by memories from the 1950’s when my father and I would fish, well into the night in the Canadian wilderness. Coming back, with “little blue”, our 25 HP Evinrude pushing us through the damp, foggy darkness, traversing the treacherous rocky ‘narrows’ that connected the chain of lakes we fished.

    Huge boulders lurked ominously in the clear, cold water. Motor off, dad would carefully row and pole our way through, with the bow-hung Coleman lantern’s yellow glow to guide us — and me at the bow of the boat with a hand-held Rayovac spotlight, visually probing the dark depths. The huge submerged rocks, appearing from out of the darkness like some beast, coming into the penetrating beam of my light, were indeed spooky, and gave me a shiver — still do.

    Each season several fishermen would take out the bottom of their wood boats on an unseen rock. Bear and wolves lived in the forests, so one did not want to trek for miles through the pitch black of night. Making our way, weary and wet, back to our little island’s dark wooden dock was slow and eerie – but thrilling!
     

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    The Dark Dock

    ~

    fog rolls low over the boat
    slowly cloaked
    by the ghostly shroud

    the lone light
    hangs heavy
    from the bow ring

    throws its yellowed glow
    into the damp night

    searching its beam
    fractured ‘cross the chop water
    probing for the dark dock

    for home

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 08/13/09
    revised © 2019


     

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  • The Ache!

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    The Ache!

    ~

    there is a darkness
    of the broken soul
    so deep
    it stirs the tongue
    of the brooding poet
    loosing a torrent of sorrow
    so rich with longing
    the hearts of all who read
    will ache
    for their one true love
    lost forever
    to fate

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019


     

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  • Unbridled

    This piece is inspired by a long-time friend, and former business partner. Barry was healthy and athletic through high school and college, and later an excellent graphic artist. Now he’s relegated by MS to the confines of an electric wheel chair. He loved to dance and enjoyed my band in younger years. He has never let the chair stop him. Though he doesn’t walk now, and has lost the effective use of the left side of his body (he is/was left handed) he has never stopped smiling or going to watch live music performed. He has become a superb photographer, learning to master the right side of his body. He also still loves hot rods, a passion he and I share. Barry is now 73, still going strong. This is for you my buddy.

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    Unbridled

    “Dedicated with love & respect to my forever friend, Barry!”

    ~

    that is unquestionably joy
    in a most unexpected place
    in the eyes of a battled warrior
    cruel society deems disabled

    bent and stooped
    by fate – struck down
    confined to his rolling metal chair

    his gentle eyes still reflect a wonder
    by my soul sometimes misplaced
    by my self-pity displaced

    his timeless spirit knows only belief
    it pours forth from his being

    his person full alive
    his essence full aware
    wholly in the now

    positioned close to the modest stage
    he is enraptured by the rhythm
    enthralled by the magic
    captured by his lens

    the band plays fast
    the band plays slow
    the band plays loud
    the band plays low

    he is filled with every note
    every beat
    every nuance

    he rocks
    and rolls
    and snaps snaps snaps

    he experiences an ecstasy
    which I watch with marvel

    its purity and power
    I am challenged to equal

    I now realize
    just how much
    I do not understand
    about struggle
    about pride
    as I behold this able man

    faint envy stirs
    as I witness his unbridled joy

    so complete
    and unpretentious

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2019

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    Photogtaper Barry, with wife Roz, and some of his “one-handed” work.

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    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.

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    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

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    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.

     

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  • 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!

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    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


    photorendering entitled: “gathering” by: alice popkorn

    ~ ~ ~

    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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