Category Archives: #poetry

September 9, 2020

ZIGZAG CATS

By EPRobles

ZIGZAG CATS
every eye upon the ledge lying down sun sets
and WHY-wonders it drew a bead upon my head
and why does my eye see no-thing sweet
instead a dream where lovers sleep
it’s all inside my head and beaver-slapped wood
with all its might a thick tail to kill
the currents of life
and i wept instead of watching the softland
of head and life’s going inside my heart
and so i dreamed:
the mind-spirit of falling dew
saddened all for my mistakes of
falling upon the stairs of life
and life splits
scattering into
zigzags
a gathering grass
for cats

:: 01-11-2015 ::

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September 9, 2020

YOU’RE GOING TO READ JUST WHAT YOU’VE SOWED

By EPRobles

contumacious//

some nameless Persian Genius in a copper crown
as the swallowed planks within their abysses;
       to turn pale with shame
  and yet with eyes very open to pretend
to see angelic waves of Ocean’s life.
oh!  how sweet it is to abruptly snatch from
one’s insane mind a perfect day:
on weekenders it’s such fun that if we die our appearance
of everyone’s miseries —meanwhile, we drink the blood
of enemies by licking their wounds.

::/6\30\2020/::
rev: 090920

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September 8, 2020

I LOVE YOU

By EPRobles

WORDS of love — so maybe dear
tell me how you feel: hmm
hmm oh like poems; colors
bleed into rainbows watching
humans watching them
So dear allow me to hear
the words i want you to say
oh words are love and soft
(darling: i love you)
hmm hmm oh hmm yeah
now hold me close and tell me
love is real.

:: 09.08.2020 ::

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September 8, 2020

TEMPORAL SPLENDOR

By EPRobles

A connotation of love
— and to life
sharpens this temporal splendor
of the night

i want to live down eager
streets of lifelessness

wind, wind, wind, the notes
of harmonica asking, ‘did
you once love someone?

as the final feather floating
down a whirl-wind in the final
brain___

as when down eager boulevards
of purple rolled in velvet
beyond doomed thoughts feels

crumbling silence
and seriously smiles
as when i have sometimes thought

of you too.

:: 09.07.2020 ::

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September 1, 2020

SARAHA DESERT

By EPRobles

MY heart open:
to give my treasure to you
my tiny world of a forever
summitless peak until i heard
my soul singing along with a bird
: a chorus as wide and long as
the greatest desert; as nothing like
the joys of that voice!
i eat the flames of heat and taste
the dry sands of the Sahara Desert —
dreaming of grass and rains (all are
WITHIN my HEART!

:: 08.31.2020 ::

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September 1, 2020

WARRIOR OF AMARANTH NIGHTS

By EPRobles

i would sink if the moon left these shores!  picture of myself,
bright floods!  seeking shadowed roads.  Of yellow and green
cellophane hearts –into the willows of an old courtyard.
   O my dying quiet hearts of arts and words of black dog,
brown shepherd hungry formasters — bitter peaches upon the ground : 
while sulfur and evil drown in shallow swims.
Oh but Lord!  through amaranths and Sahara blues as fire and creepers
seep through the widow’s cage!   i walked Guianan without shoes
and flew through the ducal window on such a moonlight as the blessed bindweed. 
Across ages of time and hordes cross our aged Europe.
Every soul crosses the moors — all warriors!

:: 08.31.2020 ::

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September 1, 2020

THE SUBJECT OF A SPECIES: FLOWERS

By EPRobles

Shinning through the skies & of nothing particular continually towards the dark azure, where minds and hearts shimmer __
eats souls and young hearts in your young evening
— the tulips, all colors and a pessaries of ectasy!

i said hello, when the weather was wet and tight
for their living; the lily dring pink loathings
from your lonely mouth!

Monsieur de Kerdrel’s fleur-de-lys

i screamed into the night and heard no thing
love crosses through customs ; your purple
bra bathe, swells in the morning breeze

— as a painter i painted roses as your
vagina / swollen with a thousand octaves!
i am the son and the heir of a criminal
heart of lust and soul — you shut your mouth
taking of blue lotuses or sunflowers,
pint footprints of basset-hounds in moon’s
silver twilight;

 oh, shiny vulgar sex object-man:

i go about things the wrong way —
dickinson window stanz form;
following young girls making communion!

i pull the weeds and the old greenery,
standing upon their own — they go home
and want to die. pulling vegetable fancy
flowers — forsaking cock-‘d men;
and old gallons — not rattlesnakes.

just vegetable dolls.

:: 08.31.2020 ::

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August 31, 2020

A POET’S WAR CRY

By EPRobles

my MIND is of blood, coal fires, so many

deaths — aquilon as a warm blanket across

my heart — with no image of hate nor

vengeance!  Oh, never! 

  And yet corrupt souls embrace it.

      politicians, high priests, and

senators:  die!

  A common soul;  a common person controls

the fate of all things.  And who wishes

blood?  Blood flowing through the streets?

   If so, if so, then my soul wishes war;

vengeance; terror!  for the children and

women who are slain for this madness! 

  As nations writhe in its bite:

enough republics!

  enough of emperors and calloused kings.

     so be it if we shall be crushed

so be it if America and great nations

vanish.  The voice of an any poet shall

spread vengeance across cities and over

oceans!

:: 08.31.2020 ::

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August 30, 2020

BLEEDING;HANDS OF KIND SOULS

By EPRobles

BLEEDING;HANDS OF KIND SOULS

bleeding;hands of kind Souls
dirty cleaned by smiles)
    i tell :
you, i love your precious Heart
   except your terrible tears

                    THE ONES
   which tear us apart(wraith a clinging
with wraith)     as two worlds
    colliding as ghosts drowning within
silent thunder?as a thousand years we
could live but if i hurt you;  by the ebbing
tides of a supreme ocean largest shudder)
   as when death spoke –> never was death
so alive;chaos could live for a thousand
years(scream–as squashed grapes into wine)
    my blood screams and tastes If as some world
of a spark.

:: 08.29.2020 ::

bleeding;hands of kind Souls
dirty cleaned by smiles)
i tell :
you, i love your precious Heart
except your terrible tears

                THE ONES

which tear us apart(wraith a clinging
with wraith) as two worlds
colliding as ghosts drowing within
silent thunder?as a thousand years we
could live but if i hurt you; by the ebbing
tides of a supreme ocean largest shudder)
as when death spoke –> never was death
so alive;chaos could live for a thousand
years(scream–as squashed grapes into wine)
my blood screams and tastes If as some world
of a spark.

:: 08.29.2020 ::

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August 30, 2020

CORNER OF DESPAIR AND REGRET

By EPRobles

The corner of Despair and Regret
with a gray thought her singular tale
a distinguished title of blood and foam
Fetus of feeling no more
eyes never looking aft but
oblige a tree auditor
across the street
footfalls across
wet streets
hellish regrets of
that unknown giant
of all words i stalk
is despair the trembled unknown
whose slippery body is Death’s
greatest pal; a young woman within
an older male’s path –> sweet slow
animal fearsomely who do keep her
Sunday flower.

:: 08.29.2020 ::

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