Monthly Archives: February 2020

Spirit of the Poet

ABANDON all senses to catch the dancing fire
of indescribable emotions trapped deeply within
the Soul of No Mouth —
tell the birthing stars our carbon body is as old
as their grandfathers and grandmothers but our love
and great Tiny minds grapple with
inconceivable thoughts
but mostly of grand words structured tightly around

the Spirit of the Poet!

:: 02.29.2020 ::


BIRDS HATE HUNGRY CATS

rev 02.23.2020

E.P. Robles | Poetry

BiRDs HaTE HUnGry CATS

I took the wax of your melted face
and shaped an orchid-OrGan-garden
of baby breath as legions of devils
cried playing fire harps
while I stomped tulips beneath cloven
hoovesMyGaud sees me naked
even the tattoo on my a$$;
Nothing hidden from his grace
i have a trick o’ bent knee
and a disease life gives me
a beating heart count down
and the numbers are weak
and your purseLips kissmee
i lick the floor below your feet
crying harps sing and a devil
laughs behind SunsKinCANcer–
a curtain of angel hair; she knows
i eat the baby breath of gardens
and the birds hate hungry cats

:: 07-02-2014 ::
Rev: 02.23.2020

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WEATHER OF LOVE

LOVE curved within a flame-
ember dancing heart
exquisitely soft
and words?

From a Northern Wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
pressed lips
and winter…
that Summer always
within you!

:: 02-?-2020::


The Mighty Devourer of Insatiable Hunger

THAT when mountains move as rivers
reverse their course

The smell of
fear!
Fear~
the s u n ‘ s l i g h t
obscured
The mighty devourer of insatiable hunger

near!
n e a r !

And economies, sweet industries of Hope and Deliverance
consumed
is the name known by many
called

COMPLACENCY!

Tomb!
Tomb!


SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS EATS HUMANITY

Edison was an a$$hole but Tesla a true gentleman of scientific  progress and

even though they do not know we are simply looking through the papers of life”s

nature;  life flows like…

B u t t e r f l i e s –> and someday rocks will sing ;

‘we wish you love and we wish you peace’     
yea oh
yea   
oh yea wish we lived within a better time than now     now-now       no hearse pulls a u-hall behind it now-now if you give it away give it all away i say and moths have no feed-time on a closet of emptiness   as empty heads require no hats — there-there;who wears a real hat these days?    Sinking waters hold ships tighter than leather-skin and she was a grand woman with      a long neck and longer abdomen– forgive the orchids for they ate her and spat up fluorescent pink angel hair.

::02.22.2020::


A VEGAN AARDVARK

THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter    and  d o w n  became up   &sideways

turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark.   THE Policeman chewed his
m0uth-

side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril damn-us (Quatrain 173) & 

 my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman who once cared
for me.            The rest of this deliriousprose is buried in an unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.

::02.??.2020::


No Title

to all the poets who suffer: who wish the next word
is the last drop of eternal pain

i say
You are safe within this Pantheon
of pain____________and,
are the skies more blue?
Does a brook sing across her
banks and over soft rocks?
can you hear the robin and
her discourse for the day?
And during evening storms
Mother Nature’s greatest silence
is between lightning and thunder.

::02.10.2020::


WEATHER OF LOVE

LOVE curved within a fame  ember dancing heart exquisitely soft and words?

From a Northern Wind into a caste-flake of burning ice softly fell upon our pressed lips and winter…that Summer always within you!

:: 02-?-2020::


MORNING BLESSES

BECAUSE all of nature testifies
by color, beauty and grace

that winds are sheets of fresh
mornings; the dew dots each

leaf and birds of all feathers
sing joyous tunes is how Love
kisses me is how Spirit flourishes
with all hearts!

::02.16.2020::


TRUNK

WITHIN sunlight the shadows are more

defined.

My skin is relived by the sunburn.

I did not follow her down to a bridge by the

creek but rested upon the trunk of an

e l e p h a n t.

Then again mostly upon knights and queens

i am sleeping. The cornerstone of Life

is part sleep — the rest is made of dreams.

::01.26.2020::