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About EPRobles
Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love...
Through sorrow I followed the flames of rites
And casted aside all things that brought me love.
A broken horse, tin soldier, and mangled kite
Tattered bear and soft dove in white
And in the attic there use to be
A cradle that rocked in gentle breeze
Iron cast cars without their wheels
Paper thin butterflies & snowy trees
And dinner plates I used for meals too
The thing lost and most felt in heart
Was not the engine, tracks or robot man
Or little black plastic white-tipped shoes
But something that once brought me smiles
A mere hand puppet that seemed so real
Now I know with clear understanding
Regardless of the pain I feel from longing
That those gifts of youth were put to use
And have now been given to others belonging
Always the memories I’ll have and never lose
There’s always a fond thought for tomorrows
Especially when you remember yesterday’s things.
8/24/94
Leave a comment | tags: #adulthood, #childhood, #poetry, #thoughts, #understanding, #words | posted in #adult, #childhood, #life, #thoughts
It’s lovely when it’s
loving like-licious
Between two cotton
candy jelly-Bean
butterflies I am kissING
eternally your tulips
by paradise that I am
wishing!
:: 04-30-2017 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #poetry | posted in #love, #words
at times such as here&
now confusion clears my
mind &the wet woodpecker
neverEver wipes it’s beak —
so why would i? In all the most
sincerity an appropriate
response to all ofWhatever
reGardingAlity is i say, “oops,.
it’s time to go completely
&utterly insane right here _x_
&Now.
:: 04-29-2017 ::
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If thought a thing
not seen or smelled
// an utterly impossibility to tell//
And sight and sound are seen and heard
But kindness and mercy
so felt and loved;
sure as shirred — the heart
an egg without her shell!
:: 04-29-2017 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #deep, #poetry, #thoughts, #words | posted in #thoughts, #words
“Time drops all these moments as
decayed, spoiled riches.
And vibrating strings of light
dance the tip of Souls while
enjoying the orchestra
of all life!” — E.P. Robles
—
[Too late; as late as it gets thought I.]
Upon this very late or very early
morning while i began to realize
i left my dreaming snoring then upon
a glint from parted curtains I was certain
a something queerly missing ~ or should
i say amiss.
There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts
while peering out my window pane
i came to see a dastardly scene that
almost certainly brought me to my knees!
There upon the shrouded street
were many short blue-clothed things
busily erasing each moment as it passed.
Unbeknown that “i” was one between
the ‘there’ and ‘here’ they froze
all the while i stood and stared;
“Oh no oh no!” they screamed at me
squirming then churning they moved
and rebuilt the past you see
and found myself in bed again
and all ends well that begins
and all beginnings have always been
–endings are myth!
:: 04-20-2017 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #perception, #poetry, #quantum, #reality, #soul, #spirit, #story, #surrealism, #the unknown, #words | posted in #words
O blueDark why lasting Ever
splish-as-echoic budded by
her beautiful i’s is wise When
upon the bleeding last drop light ~
my life Chord shivers burning icePas-
shouldn’t we kiss each other’s fireBor-
nMoods before dri pp ing Time
drops squenchPinch this moment.
:: 04-16-2017 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #poetry, #surrealism, #thoughts, #words | posted in #abstract, #broken poetry, #love, #lovers, #thoughts
all of our days:
a freedom to love
a reason for life
all of our dreams:
a season to be
the meaning of us
and all the world shouts
“There’s no space between us
cheers, laughter and tears!”
and then we kiss and hug
and the shadows flee away
living is life without all the fear!
:: 04-16-2017 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #blessing, #life, #words | posted in #life
if i am to be vacant of companionship and communion with you
then all has been my own dream.
i have dreamed of a field
spread-loved by graceful golden wheat and you, the wind
which caressed a life-war torn spirit; trembling hands.
my own as-had as dreams as worn as ancient book bindings
~ lost within the smolders of everywhere.
was youth easy when anchors were drawn upon the bow
and all waves were frolicked star crests upon our arms?
picking up the discarded shells of the battle front-life
a patch of beach-white untouched by strife; i picked up
a pitted murex and placed it next to my heart.
:: 04-08-2017 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #lost love, #poetry, #words | posted in #life, #melancholy, #sorrow
and if not for
the melancholy pebbles lining our narrow
path
and if not for
the bruised-throated mourning birds'
sorrow
how else if not through faith
how else if not through love
that all shadows can stand
that all light within be strength
and if not for
God
an impossibility
and if not for
Love
an impossibility!
:: 04-08-2017 ::
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