The Robin Lipinski Poetic Collection

[Lipinski]

passed by a metaphor today
slippier than shit
wiped out
rang my bell
and I saw stars...

Now, I wonder what that was all about?

[Lipinski]

took the form of water today
attacking the edge of the knife
splitting hairs with a razor blade

coating the attraction
mass quantities
while they sliced into my dream

rust and decay
refreshing and vibrant
parry
thrust
and through it all, it flowed away...

decided it was worth it
as the rainbow showed the truth
until the coldness of the coming winter
took it all away.

[Lipinski]

St. Louis: a drivers nightmare during the day, and the nightmare continuing into the night.
To hear them talk of the weather and tornadoes
makes one wonder what the roads are like today.

Storms of angry drivers expressing daily; road rage.
Storms of highs meeting those low pressures,
now we're back to today.

Decided to take a spin, maybe cross the bridge
should have stayed away
spinning on my moped thinking, "This is strange."

I'm not in Kansas anymore
nor St. Louis,
while below me is a Yellow Brick Road
filled with happy and angry travelers:
A scarecrow, tin man, lion, and an angry witch riding a broom...
Some storms never change

[Lipinski]

White fang dripping transgression
error of choice to pick flowers that day
Warrior blood turned passive
only
momentarily feeling the joy of love after learning she no longer bled.

Full moon of sorrow
lamenting breast filled with what he will never know
a babe to call the ancestors
stars above, aglow.

Scattered now, this moment
feeling sorrow slip and pass
replaced with blood and screaming
this babe the warrior father will never know.

[Lipinski]

thanks for reading Mark.
***

Mistaken in voice and actions leading to the man in power to say, "It was a mistake."
Okay, then why did he say this with a smile?
A congressman, a senator, a king, president, dictator, woman, man, alien...
P
o
w
e
r...

Bloviating speech spawning dissension
in venues espousing hope and change
filled with the creamy clouds of dreams
while reality flushes it all, all, all, down to the cesspool...or if you prefer, the drain.

I'll let you in on a secret
(looking left, looking right)
Earth is but one of trillions of planets filled with a species which crave personal power and pride
a short fuse burning hot atop a pile of powder
and clinging to the power of a lie.

[Lipinski]

Thank you for the kind words Jay, poetry is at its best when shared and at its worst when it is not written.
***

Writing about the impossible, only to see it come true.
Jules Verne, Ray Bradbury, Leonardo da Vinci... just to name a few.
Science fiction to become science fact
or did science fact first become fiction?

The chicken and the egg.
The Big Bang.
If time never ends than when did it start?

For that matter, where did matter come from,
or does it really matter?
And why do humans pretend they know so much when they cannot even create bacteria?

Now, if aliens created humanity,
who created them?
I don't like them as they are what scare me.

Such is the moment
I will not pretend
if what I've read in science fiction is actually science fact...
I'm downright scared.

[Lipinski]

claws digging
digging
digging...
scratching the surface of the world.

mechanical fingers
broken nails
digging
digging...
a worldly sore.

looking for food
or to build a home
to change the life and planet...

no, more simple than that
brown and furry,
digging for mice with fury
dedicated to following his inner force...

of course you know and can hear me laugh
while I watch the dirt fly
eyes transfixed on the fat corgi butt.

[Lipinski]

A great time for ice cream Mark.
***

The word, twisted; strands showing molecular structure
spiraling evolutionary hope misplaced.

Fate: sounds to dictate a feeling as much as destiny fails
humanity a prison complete.

Hear now, hear the cry daily,
beseeching in attempt,
failing...
failing fate and destiny as there came the controller,
twisted evil to replace.

A twinned dance if you dare step to the window to look
peering over sill so see the ills of a world asleep
medicated and sated with worldly thrills
as the twister whirls the ride of life.

Hard, is it not, not cohesive this glue, this pattern, this time,
failing...
failing fate and destiny as there came the controller,
twisted and attuned to a music only they know.

except...

I know,
I know,
I know, and will do my best to expose them.

[Lipinski]

This is my last poem I will write in this forum. It is time to move on to chase other studies.
It has been a great opportunity to express what I must write.
What a wonderful place this planet is.
(disjointed?)
you bet.
But that is what a writer says, in the style moving about in their heads.
)
(
)
For those striving to be an artist, worker, human - Best wishes and good luck!

(since this is my last poem, I'm going to first plug my new book, "Tick Tock Smash the Clock." If you ever get a chance to read it, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
***

Talons, ripped the flesh from the rabbit
running towards the circle of the hole
only
escape is only an illusion,
a fancy of flight.

Shadows, ever the shadows falling
one lives one dies
both fail
sight of illusion
escape, only a notion of sight.

The mouse, vole, rabbit, shrimp, herring...
The hawk, owl, wolf, shark, whale...
all live, all die
sight of reality
escape a concept
until made real.

One runs to the circle of the hole
One flies to the circle of the nest
all feeding on the world.

The ability to live and die?
To see and understand?
As with living the gift of life...
An experience most enjoyable
now,
go out and live your part
in the circle of life.

[Lester Curtis]

Robin, you haven't made clear whether you're leaving Aphelion or just bowing out of poetry. In either case, you've shown unusual wisdom in stepping away from a pursuit before you get stale at it (or from it). 'Leaving at the top of your game,' as I've heard it called.

We've been privileged to enjoy your work, your generosity in encouraging others, and your inventiveness in wordcrafting. Thanks for being a part of all of us. Whatever you do next, it's sure to wake somebody up.

All ahead full.

[Lipinski]

Thanks for the kind words Lester. I am not able to, "make clear," much of anything lately. Last year I was living in Alaska and yesterday I enjoyed chasing a rattlesnake while I studied it; amazing creatures and an amazing place we're now living in.

I'm trying new experiences and I'm even going to get my first website. I plan on using it for a daily poetry journal as well as sell my wife's jewelry. If I'm still somewhat sane, then next year I'm going to sell my furniture that I make along with carved doors.

The site should be up-and-running 'soon', but we shall see. I do know that if people thought my writing was a bit, 'strange', just wait and see what I'm going to be writing on one that 'I' control...

Anyway, it's been fun. Keep on keeping and write on.