Category Archives: Love
Stay, do not leave; please, discover me
I am hidden, shadow skin,
Inviolable soul am I
Steadfast!
Those, who stab and bite my thoughts
it is fear, a half-awakened spirit;
kindness, compassion — accused weakness
young souls be children
a sign of misunderstanding
If not for the stars my knees would bleed
their fire support my weight
Love who born me — my mother, kiss me!
a voice I need and her hugs too — please
tonight I incite the prayer
Come! Come!
Your child is hungry – less
the spirits feed upon that flesh
the world should glimpse a moment
That dreams are true and life a wooden stage
Her wings iridescent blue!
:: 04-08-2014 ::
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What grows —
Love or
brute
animal behavior
delivers strength
but love —
a future of peace
one a feathered peacock
the other Angelic wings
:: 04-0-2014 ::
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LOVE
is that chatterbox
a birdsong in morning
and softly whispers
incessantly at night
:: 04-07-2014 ::
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mother dear lover
who distilled
such fear between
my life and love
i share with you
a tea cup of leaf
and read the bottom
portent futures bleed
a separation of life
mother i loved you
but your womb
has no vacant sign
:: 04-04-2014 ::
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a light I held within my hands
no more than a firefly lit
but it burned so brightly
and lit two souls afire
that light grew o’er time
and replaced my sun
and each night it lay
next to the lonely moon
I slept beneath your light
that which we shared
and in mornings awoke
and basked in that fire
fresh mountain air stir
a mixture running brooks
now your firefly has flown
but I still have the moon
and each midnight dreams
of that fire we once shared
my love I keep the fire
and one day my firefly too
shall fly away toward Heaven
and I bring our fire with me
:: 04-03-2014 ::
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(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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #angelic bliss, #eternal, #heaven, #life, #love, #poetry, #romance | posted in Beauty, Creation, Life, Love, Passion, Poetry
(c) E.P. ROBLES
my part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life
lives and soar
my part your half our one
an emotion that wave and ocean
that my life
becomes our life
and as one what more
than one and whole
:: 04-03-2014 ::
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devastation —
utter beauty
that, what you do
unknowingly, do to me
butterfly lash
deep pools
eyes of jewels
stare my soul
which you do
what fragment, time
the world vanish
when my soul
so near to you
love, my love
devastating love
:: 04-03-2014 ::
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my tender lip-heart promise
that which I dreamed
come true
oil paint color-burst fields
that kite which flutter
rich royal blue skies
that which flies —
my heart!
a golden filament string
so gently to you I gave
and my heart bravely fly!
always with you, my guide
:: 04-03-2014 ::
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I saw a reason today
to walk into a war
and she said it’s okay
and I went for family
and i was a brave heart
and mortars fell beside me
and the day never ended
one day I took a phone call
and she said today my dear
something has changed
and it’s my heart
I took bullets and death
and my dream was for you
and the children at your feet
she used to love me a lot
and I remember the good times
and prayed it’s not too late
to start again to start again
but her bullets tore through me
and her war was more than that
where i was sitting that day
and today i am a casaulty
she used to love me
yes, she once loved me
but the war is now won
I gave it my best shot
but love is an enemy at best
and God has His plan for life
:: 04-02-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #death, #family, #life, #love, #poetry, #veterans, #war | posted in Love, marriage, Poetry
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