Beautiful Heart! Keeping love safe
Crowned by small flowers and sweet berries,
your mouth, a precious oh sphere, kisses.
How thin blades of grass sway with you,
how pink your cheeks become hollow
Your precious spheres are gleaming.
How your chest is like a lyre,
ribs become orchestra upon each beat
of your heavy heart as double sex sleeps.
each leg is a pillar of fantastic thigh
and that tongue.
Long-lived!
:: 02.134.2024 ::
CAVATINAS DIE ON YOUR LIPS
I.
Walking upon a river side upon concret
–Oh how beautiful was that night
i saw a caraciature running alongside
my heart
Made of crayola it ran across the way
i’d not drank beer nor lemonade
but the cafe was noisy so i ventured.
Lindens smell good on fine June nights.
Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes;
The wind brings sounds—the town is near—
And carries scents of vineyards and beer…
II.
—There, framed by a branch
You can see a little patch of dark blue
Stung by a sinister star that fades
With faint quiverings, so small and white…
June nights! Seventeen!—Drink it in.
Sap is champagne, it goes to your head…
The mind wanders, you feel a kiss
On your lips, quivering like a living thing…
III.
The wild heart Crusoes through a thousand novels
—And when a young girl walks alluringly
Through a streetlamp’s pale light, beneath the ominous shadow
Of her father’s starched collar…
Because as she passes by, boot heels tapping,
She turns on a dime, eyes wide,
Finding you too sweet to resist…
—And cavatinas die on your lips.
IV.
You’re in love. Off the market till August.
You’re in love. —Your sonnets make Her laugh.
Your friends are gone, you’re bad news.
—Then, one night, your beloved, writes…!
That night… you return to the blinding cafés;
You order beer or lemonade…
—No one’s serious at seventeen
When lindens line the promenade.
:: 02.13.2024 ::
A CRY OF WAR
In a realm where Light’s Queen gracefully bows and the Prince of Peace walks amidst the somber night, shadows tightly embracing, we find ourselves. Beneath the darkened sky, we dance and sing to the dawn, for dark forces stand firm, their influence shaping the fate of nations. Lay down your burdens, find solace in unity, and stand strong against the daunting might of adversity.
The distant thunder of steeds echoes through the vale, heralding the arrival of angels and the promise of hope. Yet, war’s grim toll persists, urging us to wield courage and face our battles head-on. As time ticks away, we watch for the dawn, weary yet hopeful, amidst the drums of conflict.
Sing out as you ready your weapons, for there is no comfort in the flickering firelight. Dance beneath the veil of encroaching darkness, singing to the morning that promises to restore balance and light. And as the sun rises, casting its radiant beams across the sky, we see the promise of a new day, where darkness is vanquished and hope prevails.
Let us bring forth the harmony of unity, breaking free from the shadows that bind us. Let the light dispel the looming gloom, as we embrace the sweet song of hope and banish the cruelty of darkness from our midst.
:: 02.14.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 