PREDAWN: my thoughts have chased
the moon away
like a wind caressing hair
and fingers lit by rising embers
of morning light.
My hand a river tremble-eddies
pour passion passing pink peaks
melting snow brings Spring
across a valley lush below.
Life.
An Olive Warbler brings the
song of Love as a sigh!
:: 12-24-2018 ::
There’s no one here. But me. And that quiet
voice which is the beginning of a thing of
beauty. And today nature is agreeable with
my sentiment of a perfect life; her high
morning sea and cloudless sphere kiss my
tender heart and soul.
Today I have stopped. Thinking. And how when
beauty and love enters one’s life all the noise
stops. Confusion melts.
When nature touches you.
:: 04-08-2018 ::
Into the splendor
of the day’s sunlight
Into the tender fray
of love’s sight
I kiss you
I kiss you
I kiss you
We wander along
together ~
singing our song
So much stronger
falling in love
while dancing
to birdsong
And I don’t care
what the day may bring
as long as the bird’s
sing and the moon
brings me to you
I’ll always take
~ a chance
I’ll always sigh
~ a little sigh
while stealing
a little kiss
from my baby
While dancing with
my love within the
dreamy moonlight
And singing along
with the birdsong
all night long
:: 02-08-2018 ::
Oh! Pain is too easy to portray;
but to transform it into
ART is Divine! ~ EPRobles
:: 09-02-2016 ::
TO: Dear Readers
From: E.P. Robles
Re: AVOID THE CREATURE CALLED, “fear”
Ring the bells and kiss the mellow skies
Forget broken years and only Sunday mornings
And from all I have seen
And from all I have heard
i’m okay
i’m not like them
— yea, mostly.
Unless i see you this morning, an archetypal angelic being
moving too fast.
And never would i want you to be than a symbol of
the flourishing weak/
And when i am not looking only then can i feel my
secret thoughts\my secret Life.
:: 11-11-2016 ::
She keeps her heart within a beauty spot
she tries to add it to her face and god
sometimes she’s so precise,
covering blemishes and pain:
it’s all the same to love from the 1700s
to the 1900s. A brilliant complexion
of love for death. Ceruse leads you to lose
and smallpox to fight so much to hide!
So, slowly poison yourself with lead-based
cosmetic-beauty and in the meantime
suffer grey hair, dried-out skin, severe
abdominal pain and constipation — so pretty!
Just be yourself!
:: 11012015 ::
DID anyEVER hear patter-
pitter dripping tears
upon the vast roads
of New York City?
And roofs have steeples
as flowers petals
and beggars dreams
as pennies pockets
to sleep within
to taste a Dream
sometimes bitter
to eat a wish
so much sweeter!
And when those dripping
tears splat upon the
path of many-go-doers
it makes me the happy
didWHO someEVER seeBE
the heart who stops
to love it all?
:: 07-18-2015 ::
Oh so cute I almost cried, “Yaeba!” Snaggle-toothed, I love your eyes
love your teeth all North and South, East and West!
I love you but even more when you smile it melts
the core of my fetish: Yaeba!
An old flame ran down to Ginza district and met a technician
in tears she caused a scene in Dental Salon Plasir and said,
“Tsuke Yaeba! Like TYB48!” Got the plaid skirt, giant bows, and young
innocent look but missing the niche; no snaggled-tooth– look!
No need for Liposuction,botox, tattooed eyebrows, lip-liner, or orange tan
just the need for Yaeba!
And beauty is always within the eye of the beholder!
So Yaeba! So lovely…So beautiful!
:: 06-10-2015 ::
