Nice to meet you

I am very pleased to meet you I am not particularly good at writing bios, partially because I am new to self-publishing and just terrible at self-promotion but here goes!

The irony of my previous statement is as an owner of an art gallery and performance venue I have been actively promoting artistic expression in many forms, for many years now! I am now listed as a top writer in photography and art on this platform and will endeavor to promote as much as I can in my poetry as possible.

This is not a selfless act for I am…


Music by Constant Goddard and lyrics and vocals by me

Stroll this sphere
Of souls
Strides unclear
-ly shown
strain and fear
Take toll
Atmosphere
Gets cold
Scattered tears
Take hold
Stealing years
Untold

But

I…
Can see
The art
Run free
cry …
the plea’s
of hearts
decree
spy…
the scenes
impart
of dreams
fly
set free
rain art
on me

let it

rain

© 2020 Robert Trakofler

I came across this music quite by (A very happy)accident, Constant had sent me a link to a playlist that I thoroughly enjoyed listening to! My curiosity led me to search for more of his music and this song so…


Or State of Matters, States of Matters, Mind over Matters or Matters of State. A poem By Robert Trakofler

A monochrome photograph of me clutching my forehead reflected from a puddle of water with a thin grin
A monochrome photograph of me clutching my forehead reflected from a puddle of water with a thin grin

From a distance I watch the ripples rise
As rain drops strike the hot summer pavement
Steam lifts to warp the scene before my eyes
As it shifts states of matter and my placement

The earthy scent of a cloudbursts baptize
Washing the dry grit of economy
From leaf and soil in a petrichor sigh
Freed from the weight of thirsts disharmony

A reflection of me to my surprise
Cast from a puddle is my grinning face
Looking back at me in silent reply
That this is the look of a presence graced

A final drop…


A pause for some poetic thought

Mixed media primitive painting of an older man sitting in a lounge chair staring intently with a contemplative expression
Mixed media primitive painting of an older man sitting in a lounge chair staring intently with a contemplative expression

I have an obsession with waves this is my sketch of motion…

AS always thank you for reading and or listening to my poem it means the world to this old poet. Audio link at the bottom of my poem:)

I gesture in the regard of a sunset smile
As I passage my inscription of minutes
In the grace obscured by the mundane beguiled
I was once told “young man, don’t race through the visit.”

I’m the old man now, contemplative is my pace
I strike motion in the reverence of fascination
The adoration of prosaic bloom is my chase
In the interlude…


Poetry and spoken word (A true story)

The luminous man
Always carried many lights
You must understand
He survived a ghastly plight
A blackouts remand
On a stormy summer night
With just room to stand
In a lift was trapped mid flight
Many souls were crammed
In a dark vault without sight
Sense of time expands
When your adrenalines hiked
No fresh air was fanned
As their temperatures spiked
Many elbows jammed
Some reflexive others spite
As their bodies slammed
And their minds got filled with fright
Their fates had been damned
In their natures fight or flight

This luminous man
Seemed a most affected soul
Those numerous lamps
Shiny totems of console
With ominous glance
He started to let me know
In this circumstance
Just a speck of light to…


Free Verse Poetry

A Societal Deconstruction

A photograph of a rainbow in the clouds and a writers hand with a pen, the tip of which is writing the rainbow in the sky from its nib
A photograph of a rainbow in the clouds and a writers hand with a pen, the tip of which is writing the rainbow in the sky from its nib

I had, rainbows on my wall
when I was a boy
I always looked at clouds
trouble was
I was always looking at clouds
I often didn’t see
the things that weren’t rainbows…
But they did see me
Perhaps it was malice
or just jealousy
But soon my rainbows
turned monochrome
and I and the clouds
got lost in the obscurity
Of sorrows wake
cast in the conformity
Of capitulation
That boy became a man
that could no longer see
For many a year;
he spoke, without a voice
walked without choice
and lived without rejoice
till he no longer
seemed to be
And then one day
one very fine day
someone whispered
I see a rainbow in you
and slowly
he too…


A frequent dream I have

A Shakespearean sonnet

Photograph of a sunset next to a some skeletal tree branches the dawning sky is dotted with many planets of different sizes and colors
Photograph of a sunset next to a some skeletal tree branches the dawning sky is dotted with many planets of different sizes and colors

I gazed the blushing summer sunset sky
as stars revealed amongst the final rays
and many planets beamed before my eyes
their moons revolved to dance in grand ballets

when I was nine alone in my backyard
and pacing circles in my swimming pool
To make a vortex to float to the stars
Instead, the heavens came to this young soul

Beguiled I watched this great celestial scene
My joy was tempered with the somber grasp
That I’m the only witness of this beam
I dashed inside to share the starry cast

So sad I searched…


Is this the fate of our country?

Writing Under the Influence

How can I write
when there’s so much wrong
When fight or flight
is the only song

I search for light
but it never dawns
To slight the spite
my curtains are drawn

If might makes right
truth must be the pawn
To take this night
and pen a new dawn

© 2021 Robert Trakofler

Robert Trakofler

Poetry & lyric writer, drummer & vocalist Owner of an art gallery, antique store, Vegan restaurant and performance venue in Pittsburgh called The Zenith.

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