my pen friend needs no heroic Thor-like stance
no modesty is needed when words reach out
grab you by the throat and whale the hell out of you
his holy mathematics crunch numbers
as he fingers cats in the cradle
in consuming analogies of what should be angst
but is often our lethargy being shaken until its teeth rattles
a reckoning riot of writings
cast out by young man of trolling testaments
tosses us fishes like manna for us to muse over
jingling little jarrings that strum our tightly wound
hippy-dippy forgetfulness that we all meant well
he stands on an opposing shore and tests water
temperatures heat up at the touch of a true woman
and he walks on the bottom rather than tease the top
dire deeds are domesticated and he prefers wildness
reactions roused by a righteousness of a gardener
picking at weeds and encouraging them to crawl
out of history and out of a well-mined ground
even the most calloused could not conceive capitulation
carved in his jazzy psychic peace-tomes
he is a god to me, with flaming finger of curled caution
to remember Eve had Adam and Adam had Eve,
long before society sinned and garden grew for them,
without them, I am sure he was there, packing little seeds
into his cheeks, squirreling away scriptures
that would need to be rewritten in another way
signing up for his commune, as a cheerleader, a disciple,
a hem-kisser, is a variety of dignity I deem a fantasy
and yet…and yet…
stumbling after his crossness, I throw palm leaves
for him to write upon and bless me back with in fine frond fan
guitar man, strum me. I am music in your choir
you could never be Just Rob to me
Author notes
http://allpoetry.com/Just%20Rob
In a list
A contest entry
- Dedication is the Perfect Medication by HerbalGoat.
300 points, ended March 1, 2007, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This was a truly amazing and touching piece. I saw Just Rob's comment, and I'm glad he enjoyed it. Your imagery captivated me at the start, and your emotion was penned beautifully. Just Rob must really be a fantastic friend. Thanks for entering!
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that he is...and a good man with a great pen.
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Longingly Romantic
What a true blue tribute to Rob! Such imagery that just doesn't stop. The emotion is overwhelming. Content amazing. Fantastic write! Good luck in the contest my friend, Don
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so many of you all have drawn me to your creative circle.... that place where souls meet for tea and coffee.
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It is wonderful to know that such friendship exists in this little cocoon we live in here, he sounds like a magnificent person and friend and you have penned such a beautiful tribute to him, well done and good luck in the contest
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Oh yes, I have magnificient friends here in this space of soulful writing. Read them....they are incredible.
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To read
such a wholesome rose from my hero is a one way trip to Sam's Xanadu and back to the skin of a simple scribe, bound to nest building and whimsical dreams for everyman's child.
I'm honored beyond my ability to pretend to deserve such, but impacted greatly by this gift of trust from a wise friend.
Keep writing loud, sister, that I may continue to learn at your hem.
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I'll shout this one from the treetops, my friend
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"he stands on an opposing shore and tests water
temperatures heat up at the touch of a true woman
and he walks on the bottom rather than tease the top"
Sighhh...Ohhh, myyy God...Rob is gonna just swoon, my Sister...I sure did...
What a gorgeous penning for such a maginificent Soul...You honor him well, Dear Heart...& he deserves every single accolade he gets & more, in spite of what his humility would have him say...An incredibly beautiful tribute, my Friend...Ahhh...Good luck in the contest... Wanda
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If he swwons, we shall paint smiley faces all over him, shall we?
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