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I was the perfect
appliance for you
fitting so nicely
between your stove
and kitchen sink
I saved you time
and cooked dreams
a perfect buddy
I wiped your tears
when your apron
hugged too tight
I reminded you
of a promise
your tears soaked
into the stonework
and my song
killed the moment
when I sang it…
I am a dream
in your brain
a domestic fear
you have to run
a perfect dream
so special dear
you run from me
I promise dear
a warranty too
our secret washes
and cycles heat
leave no stains
just lemmon bright
I save you time
a special moment
when life holds you
and role models die
but sweetheart hear
that you are perfect
you are a dream
more than he knows
you’re fucking special
so fucking special
you are a dream girl
and i love you so much
:: 04-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #day in day out, #doldrums #poem, #domestic, #family, #mothers, #no reprieve, #plight, #poetry, #women | posted in Art, Beauty, Life, Love, marriage, Pain, Passion, Poetry, Romance
weird PEOPLE watching
defenseless dreaming
knowing my weakness
carefully retreating
I am just a piece
of angel meat wishing
to fall back into my
soft heaven birth trap
A perfect costly costume
high heels and gloss lips
but zombies love decay
and my heart is a dead
fish swimming when dead
I saw the salmon run
dead gill fish moving
Mother nature so cold
but your hug is warm
and tree and animal love
the strength you exude
Love me strong female
show us girls what to do
we bleed across horizons
and days and years too
ageless pain and suffer
for life and nature too
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #birth, #death, #nature, #pain, #poems, #poetry, #rights, #suffering, #vaginal, #women | posted in Art, Awareness, Beauty, Creation, Death, Divinity, Life, Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry
What rivers I cry
blue veins I swim
one upon your eye
backstroke into dreams
a vision burns there
and the angels blew
a kiss that moves
mountains and storks
baby breath paints
pink flamingos dance
a ghost in the closet
panhandled my pocket
i coughed up a heart
so bruised and purple
the medics applied candy
and sugar lips too
I’m crying! Crying!
Madness dance geeks
and tortoise princess
A smell of summer dress
and that skin so ghost
Emily you ran away
before I was born
My joker – feminine spirit
I know where you are
ingrained within my soul
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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TODAY I saw creation
in that act of submission
with my human hands
a crafted answer
— did I do
not of God-breath
or cosmic fire-brew
but through a passion
deeply–passion dew
my works of art, live!
a life longer than my own
my love, to you I give
what is love if not art
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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Google Images – Le Reve (The Dream) Pablo Picasso
WHAT distortion of dreams
over simple lines — trip
my mind when I see
fractured beauty
a contrast color
the beads of red
and yellow
upon broad shoulders
and clasping hands
over burning Mother
A pity short lived —
Fauvism so gently going
but the passion remains
:: 04-10-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. ROBLES
a clean sheet that paper
at birth not a scribble
a play yet to unfold
what character, will be?
and narrative to drive
that actor’s soul-stage
a setup from the start
and conflict in the wings
a resolution for life
we, the fictional
take our lines
from the Divine
and genre —
make mine romance
and not this horror
:: 04-08-2014 ::
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Come base-note
feet pondering
ebony-ivory keys
lyrical phrase —
lift my heart-clef
poised before measure
n’ver a common time
that life consumes
the chambers
of my music hall
bring to me my songs
each moment — symphony
the notes fall
but never shatter
only scatter about
:: 04-06-2014 ::
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forgive me my madness
eccentricities
my faults
my tenderness
a pain
a thorn inside my brain
and skin so human
it hurts
my eyes of marble
so hard
intense sight beyond light
and that thrump
within
a vessel with cargo
holds
lifetimes of love and sorrow
none of which my soul
measures
a life on hold
save this spot
:: 04-03-2014 ::
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(c) 2012 EP Robles
What gather beneath thou feet
a thorn by lost tender rose
or a shadow that wish sleep
dear love star-shine more
that path you light for me
a journey from death to life
misadventure by heart and love
what true-life doth not tend
fracture feeling we expend
love-my-loving heart sooth
a gracious wind sweep us hath
over-above and-up unto heaven
:: 03-24-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2012
ONE fire burned that for another
FIRE consumed an admiration —
God’s gift of gifts to all
that Beethoven adored Mozart
Sixteen age years he traveled
and once within the music room
Mozart, in no mood to meet the boy
— a prodigy like Wolfgang, said:
“Play me something…” — said he
C minior Piano concerto
“No not that, anyone can play!
Let flow what you have written”
and Beethoven did – stroke a fire
Said Mozart, “Stanzi, Stanzi,
one day he will give the world
something to talk about.”
:: 03-22-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #genius, #God, #great composers, #inspiration, #music, #poem, #poetry | posted in Art, Poetry
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