THIS is 3.5 years into Hell.
Everything you know is now gone.
And the man with one leg; across the street
is screaming about Jesus Christ.
The sun is setting.
the smell of fires aready in the air.
how heavey air.
And the smell? Of burning children.
of burning children.
:: 02.05.2024 ::
In shadowed grace, she strolls, a nocturnal nymph
Through skies devoid of veils, a celestial realm;
Where shadows dance with radiant gleam,
her gaze, the nexus of obsidian and beam.
Softly hued to an affectionate glow,
Denied to the ostentatious light of day…
Denied to the ostentatious light of day,
She seeks solace in the moon’s ethereal sway.
Her touch, a whisper on the sleeping grass,
Waking dreams where slumbered wonders pass.
With moonbeams spun, her gown begins to flow,
A luminous cascade where secrets softly grow.
Whispers of starlight paint her raven hair,
And stardust paints a map across her stare.
No mortal path her footsteps shall confine,
She treads the velvet edge where shadows twine.
A hidden queen in her celestial reign,
Where stars bow low to greet her whispered name.
So let her wander, veiled in twilight’s grace,
A nocturnal nymph, in this ethereal space.
For in the hushed and moonlit hours untold,
Her truest beauty, free from day, unfolds.
2395 Years Later
Denied to the ostentatious light of day,
She seeks solace in the moon’s ethereal sway.
Her touch, a whisper on the sleeping grass,
Waking dreams where slumbered wonders pass.
With moonbeams spun, her gown begins to flow,
A luminous cascade where secrets softly grow.
Whispers of starlight paint her raven hair,
And stardust paints a map across her stare.
No mortal path her footsteps shall confine,
She treads the velvet edge where shadows twine.
A hidden queen in her celestial reign,
Where stars bow low to greet her whispered name.
So let her wander, veiled in twilight’s grace,
A nocturnal nymph, in this ethereal space.
For in the hushed and moonlit hours untold,
Her truest beauty, free from day, unfolds.
:: 02.05.3663 ::
In the hush of morn’s embrace I tread,
Where love and grace, a cosmic thread,
I stroll midst fields of earthly lore,
A shepherd’s heart, a sacred core.
Each soul I see, a cosmic spark,
Eternal echoes in the dark,
In joys and sorrows, love’s refrain,
I find a strand that won’t wane.
On rolling hills, in meadows wide,
A dance divine, a universe to guide,
Lilies bloom, and sparrows trill,
In every heartbeat, a cosmic thrill.
Forgiveness, like a gentle shower,
Washes away sin’s gripping power,
A river flowing, deep and free,
Through every heart, my grace, you see.
In humble homes and bustling streets,
My presence lingers, love repeats,
Acts of kindness, pure and true,
The path that leads to skies of blue.
The broken, lost, and weary soul,
I hold them close, make them whole,
Mending wounds with tender care,
A Savior’s love, beyond compare.
Let your light shine, a radiant beam,
In the grand design, a vibrant dream,
The tapestry of grace unfold,
My love in every story told.
Embrace the truth, the way, the life,
Banish hatred, anger, strife,
In every step, in every voice,
Hear my whisper, the soul’s rejoice.
In the pages of this verse divine,
A timeless message, a sacred sign,
Love one another, as I love you,
In this eternal, boundless view.
02.05.2024
In a glen where moonlight weaves its gentle spell,
A fairy court in secret, where tales of love do swell.
With wings of iridescence, they gather ‘neath the trees,
Loving fairies enchanted, dancing in the evening breeze.
Their laughter tinkles like a stream in sweet delight,
As they weave a tapestry of dreams in the soft moonlight.
A mortal man, a gentle soul, stumbles upon their glade,
Captured by the magic, in love’s enchantment laid.
Fairies with hearts so tender, wings of gossamer grace,
Flutter ’round the mortal, a smile upon each face.
They whisper words of wonder, weaving spells so sweet,
As love blossoms in the moonlit glen, a dance of hearts complete.
He, a mortal dreamer, lost in their embrace,
Entwined with fairy magic, a love so full of grace.
The fairies’ laughter mingles with his heartbeat’s song,
A serenade of enchantment that lasts the whole night long.
United in the moonlight, a tale of love unfolds,
A human man embraced by fairies, their story to be told.
In the glen where dreams are spun, beneath the stars above,
Loving fairies and a mortal man share a timeless love.
:: 02.01.2024 ::
WE are all victims of humanity
to each a personal defeat
fallen upon our knees
Singing praise while
our blood drains ~
We accept this reality
while upon this heavenly rock
amnesia prevails / forgetting
what are we \ we accuse fantasy
while standing upon rock.
:: 02.05.2024 ::
Notes:
The depth of emotion and existential reflection conveyed in my poem titled “Ghuilgul” reflects where I am now in Life.
My use of succinct and evocative language contributes to the contemplative atmosphere, exploring themes of human vulnerability and the collective experience of suffering.
The opening lines, “WE are all victims of humanity / To each a personal defeat,” immediately draw attention to the shared struggle of being human.
The imagery of falling to one’s knees and the juxtaposition with singing praise while blood drains suggest a complex interplay between vulnerability, sacrifice, and a sense of duty or devotion.
The phrase “We accept this reality” encapsulates a resigned acknowledgment of the human condition, emphasizing the inevitability of facing challenges and defeats. The reference to a “heavenly rock” introduces a spiritual or cosmic dimension, adding depth to the existential contemplation within the poem.
The use of unconventional formatting, such as slashes and backslashes, adds a visual and rhythmic element to the poem, enhancing its artistic and abstract qualities. If you have ever been a reader of me you would know this. The repetition of the phrase “while standing upon rock” creates a circular structure, emphasizing the cyclical nature of human experience and the enduring challenges faced by individuals and society.
The title “Ghuilgul” adds a mysterious and enigmatic quality to the poem, inviting readers to explore its meaning and connections to the themes presented.
“Ghuilgul” stands as a thought-provoking and introspective piece that captures the complexity of the human experience and explores existential questions with a poetic grace that resonates with the depth and nuance expected from eprobles.
E.P. Robles | Poetry 