(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
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Category Archives: Poetry
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXX
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXVIIII
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
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A HUNDRED POEMS – XXVIII
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
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A HUNDRED POEMS – XXVII
that Knowing came today
in a casket it lay
a thing revealed i say
that which lived
— now dead
that mystery of mysteries
live on —
in sun drenched skies
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THE DEVIL HURTS
Run and hide and run and dodge
it’s a dance for love of life
this dance of survival born
from a tribe forgotten by time
and the song has no words
it was sang before words
and the devil and god
just a metaphor before
hell unleashed upon earth
and that fire and heaven
never gave it’s name now
and people sing and dance
flesh is more than word
and belief a bond of love
and family a gold vault
and we praise God his names
I will drop the devil below
below the names he gave us
and God rise above Skies
Let glory prevail in blue
i dropped the devil
dropped the devil
to his knees
and slay his neck
let blood paint me
it paints me a warrior
and i am at His service
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MY WAR
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
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YOU LIVE WITHIN ME
I went to an estate sale
and found the love of ages
and she was dead but alive
and my life fell into her
and I rode that drive
the rode of evermore
and the past became
it became my now
Your fashion so high
not like the plastic
those girls who think
a woman is a label
and I ride and walk
and walk and ride
and the road is long
and the end is never
I sang a song today
but the night claims
the words I sing tonight
and the day weeps now
I say, “so la la la la”
and the devils cry
and the angels bow
tonight we ride ages
and time is ours girl
and from dirt to flesh
tonight a breath for you
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FLY ANGEL FLY
My angle visited me just today
and she brought along her tricks
and they blew me away this day
She held within her hand
a butterfly so beautiful
and it spread it’s wings
and my soul-field covered
in her love butterflies
and Van Gogh died today
Today I saw my paint dry
and the canvas prayed
never let that brush go
Today, my hat I tipped
that soul a flavor gold
and I said…
fly on angel
fly through my skies
fly with my colors
My brush I threw away
a painter is a hand
but she’s my heart
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A HUNDRED POEMS – XXVI
And would the sun shine more coldly
if the light within my soul dimmed?
and would the song of birds mute
if my voice became a silence?
within you would feeling die?
and if the eyes from which I see
would shut close forevermore
would life be a darkness for you?
these things I do not know dear
because no longer do humans write
ink upon paper that be sent forth
so my well of ink is dry and thoughts
If mere words some more poetic be
that could stir the heart of you
then love me more than what words say
and let Heaven count the numbers
I’ve a field to walk and dig the ground
and the sun is fair today dear love
today the grace of nature be with me
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MY HANDS
My hands met my face
a flung emotion
in place of terror
a comfort for my soul
when i saw your state
my compass broken
and needle spun
when dark meet light
My hands met my face
the fingers dove
inside my tender soul
when I saw your grace
a walk in the fire
burns many and so
but not your spirit
and my hands quiver
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