Robert Kohlhammer

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Robert Kohlhammer commented on Robert Kohlhammer's poem, Worry on Feb 08, 2021 at 9:34am.
Robert Kohlhammer commented on Robert Kohlhammer's poem, Animal instincts on Feb 08, 2021 at 9:32am.
Ann Parks commented on Robert Kohlhammer's poem, Worry on Feb 07, 2021 at 11:30pm.
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Worry

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Worry creeps along the waves, slow focus in murky depths. Then crash upon desires it craves, treasure troves in sunken wrecks. Cross the heart with prayers A lone journey intercepts, dreams surf on tidal sprays, to be rescued ... Read more

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Art of satire ( a...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

No dress rehearsal,class names,quiver of arrows The youth are coming from all around far and wide hail Satire,legends, live forever, the myths of heroes Folklore religion, forebearers revise the heavy creedo Curtain calls t... Read more

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Deep- ish

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

The grass is wet but it is only my deep feet that make me aware of my hands with no pockets.  The grass made way for footprints running, towards a lady who was dog walking, looking.   My first glancing chance makes no pass fo... Read more

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Urban fox

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

In the windshield of moon ice scrapers as an urban fox made a meal from plastic plates, cups and flying saucers the firey racing of a siren the reddish brush of a coat of fur the blue breath as slippery as a fingernail on an o... Read more

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Animal instincts

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Since the dawn of the dog doubts the nerves of the sun the lapping of the collar solar panel the fleas that bite the leftovers The rotting fruits of purpose that are frozen in the fur of the barking dog at the entrance to... Read more

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Residual riddle

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Cannabis put a hole in my polo neck sweater The soulful stepping in a prophylactic puddle as it evolves exhausting the licorish lozenge a crumpled up carborhydrate cave gorging tarnishing the risla tapers torn off shopping S... Read more

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A feather fond of...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

The heart is like a feather I owe myself the peace In the moment the holy father trust to follow belief If I find myself aching Surrounded in atmosphere deeply silent whilst making nothing from feeling fear If I were... Read more

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Ethereal emissari...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Shall ethereal emissaries identify interference projecting dysfunctional beams or asteroids Orbiting the solar systems atmospheres and organise cosmic gifts for human perseverance Epoch microcosms insufferably exist Our co... Read more

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Computer notes

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

I have seen the headlines about bottled water research shows that refilling plastic bottles will produce much more bacteria than the newspaper old gossip in articles that makes my mind boggle I drink a cup of coffee from its fi... Read more

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House boating

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

To lazy to blame my tools as if I were a repetitive strain real time does not play a game with rules if it were so then set the timer again I visited a river path Relaxing with its water the day is in the other half which h... Read more

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Pools of being

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Sweat drips in the fountain of clouds like a ruffle of bird feathers a gap in the sky is like a pebble rippling on a pond at the corner of my eye the lawn is gilded by the the trill of the birds nesting in between the crowds of h... Read more

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Sounds of improvi...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

We have hoisted our flagging family anthems Mum leaning against the armchair with a shawl. I Feel aggrieved that she has passed away from disease. Ultra sound hones a rusted harmonica, that I have found scat tuni... Read more

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Sensory perceptio...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

I see more clouds today I feel cooler than yesterday The shops are quieter But I hear all the people say Wait and see listen to this how you feeling but I taste saliva So I write I copy it I do the same picture it i... Read more

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An alternative ca...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

I care not to be your valentine Heavenly sire, the virtuous venus Reflux filters magma plus alkaline fibrous tissue secretes pure weakness attribute well, agony, courage and strength Still faint but beating the pride of h... Read more

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The flowing blend...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

I a scape of snow Oversmitten but cold to know Festive in a candle´s glow In a ball do I roll Footprints quickening slows Scarfs phalanx plough a reindeer fallow Grapple the sprig of ice log glazed hollow Blisfull... Read more

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On And Off Air

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Armageddon, extra, bumper bonanza, bonus Jacuzzi newsflash Reporting that this plane that we were on was going to crash. With nothing to declare except the baggage we were handling. Brace yourself, we may not survive but we will... Read more

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Glass of wine ( a...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

A glass of wine is not what I am thinking It has been derived from the vintage grape There is an empty thought in my glass It has been discovered before I sipped it I leave the thought but it needs wanting I disregard t... Read more

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Insensitive sensa...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Infer in conversational digression Insinuate by practicing your profession Will prove innocent a guilty confession If making mistakes without discretion. You think of what you say before you speak If it is your turn to p... Read more

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Passing by

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Raining damp moist Aches and pains, got to work Heavy weather enjoys Flooding flashes spark The map navigating my voice Twitches and it jerks Jobs for the big boys Office filing clerk Autumnal alloys Cho... Read more

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Shielded by a tho...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

The torch beam is radiantly bright To omit the darkest night Awakening olde wordly Dusk to dawn to twilight To omit the darkest night Against a fading page oydyssey Dusk to dawn to twilight awakening olde wordly ... Read more

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Forever there aft...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

What happens when we die? It is common to fear the unknown To distance my thoughts so I try Neither text message nor telephone To myself can I not lie but to those I say hello I fear when to say goodbye All I poss... Read more

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Haiku Prosody

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Bench Dedication Deep Purple Crocus Environmentally Friendly. Read more

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The ebb and flow ...

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

I am only one, but if I were with another As of yet not , so my mind does wander Become of old, to be a bother Suppose I always chance an offer Those of us hope not to suffer The restless search one must proffer kindling ... Read more

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cravings

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Gem stones and silkworms , rags, tags and labels paper clips and staples dried up leafy maples the horn of a tree crown fumbles for the crunchy chesnutty hazel The tropical humid puddles that splish and sp... Read more

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My route

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

My car had a mishap The bonnet gone to smoke On top of the lap It purrs, if I give it a gentle stroke . But perhaps there will be a wholesale An exchange and mart Telling an old folks tale If that car will not start. ... Read more

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Tea spout

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

Invite addressed to esquire sachet cul de sac silver spoon empire home made bric a brac Read more

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Weather of war

poem by Robert Kohlhammer

By the saw of a pale sickle hewn pouring the creamy firmament cries spill over a milky temperate swoon skimming the surface of her torment Rippled skein of an arching bow River of frost on a moonscape gl... Read more