Let today be
that grand affair
of unrelenting love
between spirit
and nature’s grace
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Category Archives: Creation
A HUNDRED POEMS – 039
I lay bare
my soul
to eternity —
to see my clay
form —
from celestial
breath have I come
I now lay bare
a fall from grace —
In human form
:: 04-06-2014
AY-OH
(c) E.P. ROBLES
ay-oh ay-oh ay-ho
mighty sky beast
ay-oh ay-oh long
holy feet moves
makes the ground sing
sai-yo mah-oh love
my pebble stone burns
a feast for hunger
keep the children
close to you —
lest they fall
into that fire
sky spirit kiss
ay-oh families
make the rain fall
aday-o feed love
let truth live in you
:: 04-04-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXI
(c) E.P. ROBLES
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of my soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and weepy willow cried
:: 04-03-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXV
Inner song
bring me soul
a tune i sing
one so old
that when first sang
before the sun
and angels danced
a circle they ran
around the space
where lay Earth
Inner song sing to me
a sweet-tooth tune
pick up my shadow
and show me light
and angels dance
they circle me too
around the space
where lay my soul
:: 04-02-2014 ::
SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT
MY forgiveness that I confess
I abhor the thoughts of a few men
who poetry reclined in regal
to bequeath a crow of joy
Pope and Byron so much
a meat of their time
I confess to the mass
not like them —
I know the face of God
and the thought behind
those that doubt this
carefully watch our kind
a congress in rot and fraught
with indecision — such a crime!
We humans mimic the God
and He is about to reset…
:: 03-22-2014 ::
GOD LOVES THE SOUL
I walked the sunlit path
and we exchanged vows
and my life was yours
and my heart too
and my breath one with you
how could you have walked
away from me many years ago
I was your only one
who you really knew
and i shed tears for years
so take a look at me now
empty spaces against the dark
but i crawled above my grave
i am not a dead man woman
but resurrected in grace
and God loves the soul
who believes in vows
and i live for one
who wasn’t you
and she is
here with
me now
::; 03-17-2014 ::
I AM UNRELIABLE
Ah, those wing-tip shoes
a hipster attitude to boot
an unreliable man-animal too
I walk the footsteps you choose
dinosaurs walked them too
but a real man — fragile yes
I am unreliable but undeniable
I am a whisper upon your heart
a feather-tickle on your soul
take-me-break-me-make-me baby
I am here for you and only you
and the mighty dinosaurs
will finally rest this day
:: 03-17-2014 ::
WHAT NEED FOR FREEDOM
the tyrannical evil
of creativity —
what already exists
the giant-eye
entrance and contain —
mutes individual creativity
an open mind will see
no longer the why or how
invention/creation/imagination
and only individuality and freedom
produce originality —
novelty in infinite universes
that is the reason for freedom
:: 03-14-2014 ::
TIP-TOE
tender
FEELING
squeeze box
love
TRAGIC meaning
glisten
hush lips now
watch
LIFE move
tip-toe
tulips
what life
BEGIN-ends
end-begins
:: 03-13-2014 ::
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