UPON THE SICKLE OF RAIN DROPS
OH falling spiral
of gray, white and
black bib
how you brilliantly
lived your small life
OH falling sparrow
of my love and life
all though cities have
many souls only yours
counted within my own.
my beautiful falling
sparrow within that
brilliantly lived life.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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WHO hates me? scholars?
sisters? Brothers?
Mother? Father?
I write the words
of my heart and expect no return!
I write the pain and pleasure
and never stop! I was a child
and then I grew up! And now an
adult of dead children — not
me but you!!! And who are you?
With your foundation of preconceived
poetry and I’m so sad to say
a meat puppet of academic
halls and you can tear down the
diploma of your years learning –>
try to make something NEW ON YOUR OWN:
and then I’ll notice Y O U
—->>i PRAISE change AND FEAR
no-thing within institutions
and I’m living FREE –? ARE YOU!?
:: 06-11-2015
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 