Monthly Archives: June 2022
DID you see that girl in the corner? Next to the books and coffee beans?
Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages
of a book of sleeping poetry. I felt warm never looked away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i’m sentimental___(
going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter
pie. Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it’s knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea.
All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes
washed: pets fed and plants watered.
Oh romanichel heart. For the world.
Swollen lips – un bisou!
She (the one who loves me and does
not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!
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WHAT of THAT thing called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep. What then? That dare?
To become less than me?
I adore the music of the birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings my skin and heart watching and hearing
the freedom of song within those distance trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught!
But my heart sings. It sings as the birds are so free!
Those! Them among tall trees!
I am (say, like I lost my direction) and say whatever or worse but if I
ever lose my faith in you there’s nothing left to lose).
:: 09.18.2021 ::
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A HOT SUMMER keeps my feet moving
BLUE WHALES never know how to do dancing
summer days but it's alright you know it's
all right i say to the ocean life
CRAZY ways how people cope within
precedents of their behavior
the beggar and the banker alike
holding out eager hands for money
but the street walk cooks the ankles of
women and skaters in shorts -- but it's alright
Boy with a slinky drops his toy oh oh oh
down the Fairlane it goes passing by pedestrians
worshipping shopping and bus routes along the way
oh ah oh ooh — slinky don’t go / down a city drain
and into the labyrinth of under belly Souls.
Faith baY-baY-bee.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
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HURRAY for the unborn baby
such light inside the womb
Such delight for mother
a great gift to the world
If’s there anyway love helps
it’s love within itself
SORROW for the child
that never makes it through
laid to rest before they
know what to do — lost souls
I say war is not on soil
but within the minds of those
who take a tiny hand and throw
it away ~~ i see your soul
, it’s kinda frayed and i know
your pain upon this plane of life
but what’s this life for?
To spread love and tears of joy
To give life a purpose
To cherish the unborn.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
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THROUGH the valley of time
across the sphere of space
watching light dissipate
i still recall the taste
of the fallen tears from
your mouth ringing within
my heart ~~ lapping up
crashing waves of despair
How the most favorite dreams
of you wash ashore inside my head
I keep them all within my box
of cedar wood / thinking of just
one thing — souls make this happen
and sometimes i wish it’d go away.
this thing’s slowly ebbing me away
as a sand castle caught within
a storm.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
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SHE has a dream
He has the debt
She always has what she gets
He’s a dreamer in the ditch
He’s a pauper that never regrets
Together, smiles and frowns
Tagging along are universal clowns
He never said, “I do.”
She said, “Whatever it takes.”
Into the mist as they forget
it’s all for love and little kittens
She has a puppet string to my heart
He has the gold of a different kind.
Beat me outta my sleep
Beat me outta my sleep
Beat me outta my sleep
Beat me outta regret.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
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i would be your love
if love was to be had.
i would have half of
love if love had me.
To show my precious
heart….to be so kind
and still as a flower
as no other ever saw:
grown and brilliant
in mire and growing
till the day my
petals were gone___
i would be your love
if i were to be had
i would be half of me.
To give my precious
kisses in morning’s dew
and nighttime hugs
always and forever.
:: 06.20.2022 ::
:: 06.20.2022 ::
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HOPING is a giant hammer, terrifying, and insane
at tender times, while the heart hides away;
crying like laughter releases compressed
emotions — there is no wrong or right but a golden
trumpet, teeth shattering upon each note played___
the paunch of my feelings gilded wainscoting.
Wondering if Heaven has graveyards — the hope
of dying twice/once in hell upon Earth the other
one inch inside the pearled gates
of your thighs.
:: 06.20.2020 ::
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“&”
MY Love do not save my seat as i’ve planned it since my love
has decayed;
The Great Escape
that your face was a portrait of poisoned beauty:
*** AMPERSAND ***
the rejected regrets!
“&”
so here we go once again.
:: 12.22.2019 ::
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How many laughs and evening deaths has your room screamed?
The bed — of many years which wrinkled your eyes of life and illusions
which burst leaving youth behind that could not answer my questions?
What love and lost life?
:: 06.18.2022 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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