Daily Archives: February 18, 2014


(c) E.P. Robles 2011

AND when the wealthy become the poor
and the poor remain as before
who shall share a portion
of bread and water — even more
Tis the humble-poor who know no life
that weakens a soul through luxury
by far the poorest give the most

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This carriage so tosses me my love
and miles I have yet to go
but you are with me on my travels
I see you about as love conjures you —
the supple curve of twin peaks
before gold cascade across your form
and those fields with dancing flowers
twirl they do and dance when we are one
a peaceful brook I crossed and heard
that sweet throat-murmur to me from you
I find you when I see-smell lovely nature
Still a few miles to go before I reach for you
within my sweet sleep

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