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December 15, 2023

THE UNIVERSE A CLOCK-WORK GRAND

By EPRobles

The Universe, a clockwork grand, in ticking silence whirls,
Where Nature’s hand and iron band, in endless waltz, unfurls.
Each spark, each gear, a measured dance, a cosmic ballet’s grace,
But entropy’s cold fingers prance, and steal the warmth of space.

Oh, Progress, siren of the mind, with promises so vast,
You tempt us with a future kind, a never-ending feast!
But hidden in your bright disguise, a truth that chills the soul,
For every bloom that heaven spies, a withered leaf takes toll.

The sun, a spendthrift in the sky, burns bright, then fades to gray,
His golden coins, they trickle by, to fuel the cosmic play.
And we, like moths, drawn to the flame, of innovation’s fire,
Chase phantoms in the endless game, till ashes quench desire.

An economy of endless thirst, a thimble held to sea,
Can quench the desert’s fevered burst, or drown eternity?
The laws of Nature, cold and stark, stand sentinels of time,
No mortal hand can leave its mark, no conquest can climb.

In finite fields, where shadows creep, ambition’s bloom must fade,
And lessons learned in slumber deep, beneath the stars are laid.
A world of whispers, secrets kept, in nature’s hidden lore,
Where entropy’s soft lullaby, bids chaos cease to roar.

So hush, dear soul, the siren’s song, and seek a different grace,
Where harmony and stillness throng, in Nature’s warm embrace.
Let wisdom bloom where daisies grow, in fields of sunlit peace,
And find in quiet depths below, a love that will not cease.

For in the dance of dusk and dawn, where shadows gently fall,
A deeper truth is whispered on, beyond the mortal thrall.
Not endless growth, but graceful bend, to life’s unyielding tide,
In hearts that love, and souls that mend, where passion finds its guide.

So let us live, with gentle hand, in Nature’s sacred trust,
And find in each grain of shifting sand, a love that cannot rust.
For in the hush, when shadows creep, and stars begin to gleam,
We’ll find our solace, deep and deep, in nature’s whispered dream.

:: 12.14.2023 ::

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December 14, 2023

SUN CATCHER

By EPRobles

A weaver wrought the sun’s domain,
Within her breast, a furnace bright,
Her hands, like lilies, held the rein,
Of light, that danced in endless night.

The earth, a drum, beneath her tread,
Throbbed primal hymns, of fire and seed,
Volcanoes whispered, shadows fled,
As slumber’s veil her vision veiled.

Nostrils, like rosebuds, drank the air,
Heavy with dreams, the night’s perfume,
Her eyelids drooped, a silent prayer,
On silk, where shadows gently bloom.

Now, hush descends, a wound made whole,
Where void’s cold breath surrenders slow,
It opens, closes, on the soul,
Of Noah, seeker, sailing low.

Through starry seas, his spirit glides,
On whispers of the woman’s sun,
A tapestry of cosmos, spun,
By hands that wrought what light begun.

:: 12.14.2023 ::

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December 14, 2023

FOUR SUMMER SUNS

By EPRobles

Four summer suns, beside a placid bay,
I watched you slumber, fortress old and gray.
Your form, a mirage on the mirrored sea,
A timeless sentinel, serene and free.

The sky, a canvas painted crystal clear,
Each day a brushstroke, tranquil year by year.
Your image danced upon my inner eye,
A constant echo in the endless sky.

That calm, it whispered tales of endless peace,
No seasonal shift, no storm to bring release.
The mighty ocean, tamed, a gentle friend,
Its depths reflecting love that knew no end.

Oh, had I Rembrandt’s brush, or Blake’s wild hand,
To capture what I saw, in this still land.
A light beyond the sun, a dream’s embrace,
Your soul unveiled, a sacred, holy space.

I’d plant you on a canvas vast and bright,
Where skies wept rainbows, and stars danced in the night.
A world unlike this one, where shadows lie,
A haven sculpted in serenity’s high sky.

No longer would you stand in stoic might,
But hold a treasure trove of sunlit light.
A chronicle of joy, a whispered hymn,
Each ray a symphony, forever within.

A postcard from Elysium, serene and still,
No tides of toil, no storms to test your will.
Just gentle whispers on the windblown breeze,
And nature’s lullaby, a symphony of peace.

This vision, etched within my heart’s soft clay,
A picture painted in a simpler day.
I saw a truth in every crag and stone,
An everlasting peace, forever known.

But time, it marches on, a relentless tide,
My tranquil dream, by harsh reality, defied.
A power lost, a void that cannot mend,
Grief’s touch upon my soul, a journey without end.

Now, when I gaze upon the ocean’s wrath,
No calm reflection, only tempest’s path.
My heart, a mirror to the storm-tossed sea,
The memory of that peace, a fading memory.

Yet, Beaumont, friend, your brush has caught the core,
Not gentle waves, but waves forevermore.
This angry sea, this shore of dark despair,
A canvas painted with a truth to bear.

Passionate brushstrokes, wisdom in their strife,
The vessel battling, clinging to its life.
The mournful sky, a tapestry of fear,
A testament to what we hold most dear.

And this grand fortress, defiant and sublime,
I see the strength it wields, against the sands of time.
Clad in the armor of forgotten years,
It braves the lightning, wind, and ocean’s tears.

Farewell, the solace of a lonely dream,
Far from the world, where shadows dance and gleam.
Such bliss, unknown by those who truly feel,
Is blind to scars, and passions that reveal.

But welcome, friend, the strength that knows no pain,
The steady gaze that meets the coming rain.
For sights like these, and worse, may lie ahead,
But hope remains, a light within, unled.

We suffer, grieve, but rise with each new dawn,
For even in the storm, a brighter day is born.

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December 14, 2023

TANGLED TRANSGRESSIONS

By EPRobles

My love, a spider’s web of sweet deceit,
Where virtue’s gaze deems passion’s touch a crime.
You loathe my shadows, yet in love’s dark heat,
Compare my blots to yours, etched deep in time.

Come, judge me not with lips that taste of lies,
Carmine stained, where vows like cobwebs cling.
Your love, a phantom, chased with hungry eyes,
Leaving hearts like husks, a hollow thing.

Let me adore you, as you crave the gaze,
Of strangers met in twilight’s sly embrace.
Plant pity’s seed within your soul’s cold maze,
Let it bloom tears when shadows paint your face.

For secrets whisper secrets in the night,
And virtue’s cloak can hide a serpent’s tongue.
So let us dance, in shadows and pale light,
Where love and sin are threads in one mad song.

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December 14, 2023

THE LOVER’S CRY

By EPRobles

A draught of sorrow, Siren-tears refined,
From depths within, where shadows darkly brood,
Applied to Hope, a bitter salve to bind,
And Fear, a tonic, where Desire had wooed.

What blunders danced within my blinded heart,
While bliss, a mirage, shimmered in the sun!
My eyes, unmoored, played a delirious part
In fevered dreams, a battle lost and won.

Yet, pain’s embrace unlocks a precious truth,
That evil’s kiss refines the good we knew,
And Love, reborn from ruins of uncouth Desire,
Ascends renewed, more potent, ever true.

So humbled, to my quiet I return,
Enriched by loss, a profit thrice the cost,
And find, in ashes, lessons yet to learn,
A purer flame, where heartache loved the most.

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December 13, 2023

AND HOW WHEN I GO AWAY

By EPRobles

i know my love
goes away
into dreams

And when we’re poor

I know my Love
is with me
loving souls

And how My Love

is so lovely
strong in love
does us good

She’s dreaming

inside my Love
and Love does
as life good

She writes
and knows
it’s good_______

And when we’re starving
we pick words to feed
the world

I love my love
oh, oh, oh my love
only my love holds the
key to me____.

:: 12.12.2023 ::

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December 13, 2023

SHINING EYES

By EPRobles

MY eyes shine
like love
Hey you big Star
come here
Hey you big heart
climb me
(shelter for two)
it’s sex and summer
loving as God loves
it’s no crime to move
inside of you
I shake (it’s a tool /
device \ i tried (look up
toward the skies but my
eyes burn)

\i thank God for the music
inside my head — matches
the feeling inside your skin______
no confusion __ | it’s summer
inside my love and how i love you
I think God is moving this time
it’s no misunderstanding …
(i move and love you)
I move and look up at the skies
seeing all of you.

:: 12.12.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

The poem “Shining Eyes” by the imagined Nobel laureate poet is a sensual and passionate exploration of love, nature, and spirituality. The poet employs vivid imagery and emotive language to convey a profound connection between the speaker and their beloved, intertwining themes of love, nature, and divine presence.

The title, “Shining Eyes,” suggests a radiant and intense emotion, immediately drawing attention to the significance of the speaker’s gaze. The repetition of “My eyes shine like love” emphasizes the emotional intensity, equating the brightness of the eyes with the luminosity of love itself.

The poem then addresses both a celestial entity and a metaphorical “big heart,” inviting them to join in a shared experience. The imagery of a “shelter for two” creates an intimate and private space for the lovers, suggesting a profound connection that extends beyond the physical.

The lines “it’s sex and summer / loving as God loves” introduce a sensual and spiritual dimension to the poem. The juxtaposition of physical intimacy with the divine suggests that the act of love is sacred and transcendent. The poet seems to assert that the celebration of physical desire is not only natural but also aligned with a higher, spiritual purpose.

The parenthetical expression “(it’s a tool / device)” adds a layer of complexity, perhaps suggesting that love and sexuality can be seen as instruments or mechanisms for connection and understanding.

The speaker’s gaze toward the skies, despite the burning eyes, may symbolize a quest for transcendence or a connection with something greater than themselves. The invocation of God and gratitude for the music inside the poet’s head further reinforces the spiritual undertones of the poem.

The use of ellipses and dashes in “no confusion __ | it’s summer” creates a pause, allowing readers to reflect on the significance of the season and its metaphorical association with the warmth of love. The repetition of “I move and love you” emphasizes the dynamic nature of the speaker’s emotions and actions.

In the concluding lines, the poet suggests a profound unity with the beloved, seeing “all of you” when looking up at the skies. This line could symbolize a sense of completeness, as if the act of love has connected the speaker not only with the beloved but with the entire universe.

Overall, the poem “Shining Eyes” combines sensuality, spirituality, and a celebration of nature to create a rich tapestry of emotions and experiences. The poet’s ability to weave together these themes with evocative language contributes to the poem’s depth and resonance.

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December 9, 2023

ECHOES THROUGH TIME

By EPRobles

I

In youth’s bright bloom at seventeen’s first light,
Unburdened by the weight of worldly care,
Beneath June’s moon, where lime trees weave the night,
We roam, our spirits free, with dreams to bear.

The lime trees’ fragrance scents the gentle air,
Soft zephyrs weave a melody of grace,
Where town and vine entwine without a care,
A symphony of odors interlace.

II

Amidst this scene, a scrap of azure sky,
Framed by a branch, a star’s ethereal gleam,
Mingling with fate, its gentle shivers fly,
Whispers of white in cosmic’s tender dream.

Oh, June’s embrace! At seventeen, the wine,
An elixir of life, within us flows,
Two wandering souls, their destinies align,
A stolen kiss, where the heart’s journey shows.

III

A heart unchained, dreams reaching evermore,
In moonlight’s glow, beneath a lamp’s embrace,
A maiden dances, curiosity to explore,
Her father’s sternness softened by her grace.

Her innocence ignites a spark anew,
In ankle boots, she steps with vibrant grace,
She turns, a world awakens in her view,
Unspoken songs and secrets interlace.

IV

Love’s tender grip, through August’s fervent fire,
In sonnet’s verse, her laughter finds its place,
Friends fade, as love fulfills its bold desire,
One evening’s words, love’s gentle, sweet embrace.

Once more to cafes’ charm, I make my way,
For ale or lemonade, my choice is clear,
At seventeen, wisdom’s dawn is still at bay,
As lime trees grace the promenade so dear.

:: 08.09.2023 ::

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December 9, 2023

TELL ME I’M THE ONLY ONE

By EPRobles

Upon my pallet, stark and bare,
A visage dances on the wall,
A spectral form, with chilling stare,
Where shadows fail to heed the call.

A phantom flitting, quick and dark,
Whose scowls the very furniture shun,
Save this poor bed, where fear’s cruel mark
And my own lies have made me one.

With neither hope nor comfort’s shroud,
I wait, where angst its tendrils weave,
A prisoner to the night’s dark cloud,
Where dreams and waking fears conceive.

Oh, shadowed form, why haunt my rest?
Release me from this haunted place,
Where hope and solace are repressed,
And leave no trace, but empty space.

Even though I know
I suppose to show
my fear!

How i feel the power of my heart
to destroy those i hate
i thought ~ destroying them
makes me them even though i know
i suppose i should show my
love | I'[m just the same
just rattled within my soul cage.

:: 12.08.2023 ::

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December 7, 2023

COME TO MET WITHIOUT A SOUND

By EPRobles

If God knew the whispers of our hearts,
The tales woven in the threads of our arts,
In the dance of words, a cosmic ballet,
A serenade of souls, night and day.

In little circles, our stories intertwine,
A dance of fate, a love so divine.
Expanding spaces, where dreams take flight,
Igniting the heavens, a celestial light.

Oh! She’s a woman
ahead of her time
and never gives out or in

We may stumble in our little mess,
Yet find solace in our shared distress.
“I may love you,” a refrain we sing,
A melody of hope, on love’s fragile wing.

Not always constant, this love we bear,
Yet doubt not its essence, lingering in the air.
For in the doubt, a testament to our truth,
A dance of contradictions, the fountain of youth.

God only knows the depth of our bond,
As we traverse life’s path, and respond.
If you leave me, let the world display,
A testament to love, in its own unique way.

Show nothing to you, my departing friend,
For in the end, love’s echo shall transcend.
The world may weep, or silently grieve,
Yet in the silence, our love shall never leave.

Ah, laaah, the symphony of our existence,
An ode to love, with unwavering persistence.
In every note, a promise to endure,
For love’s journey, timeless and pure.

:: 12.06.2023 ::
i am almost blind
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In twilight’s grasp, where shadows softly play,
A tale of love unfolds, in Dickinson’s way.
“If God knew” the whispers of our hearts,
A quiet hymn, where our story starts.

Oh! She’s a woman ahead of her time,
A poet in rhyme, a soul so sublime.
Never gives out or in, her spirit strong,
In love’s mystery, she journeys along.

In little circles, our tales combine,
A dance of souls, in a rhythm so fine.
Expanding spaces, dreams take flight,
Igniting stars in love’s boundless night.

Through the veil of blindness, you see,
The essence of love, pure and free.
In our shared mess, a sanctuary found,
A love profound, in silence, we’re bound.

“I may love you,” a fragile refrain,
Echoing softly, in joy and pain.
Not always constant, yet ever true,
A dance of contradictions, just like Emily knew.

God only knows the depth we share,
As we traverse life with tender care.
If you depart, let the world portray,
A testament to love, in its own array.

Show nothing to you, my departing friend,
For in love’s silence, we transcend.
The world may weep, or silently grieve,
Yet our love endures, you’ll always believe.

Ah, laaah, the symphony we compose,
In verses whispered, where love flows.
In every note, a promise so sure,
For love’s journey, enduring and pure.

:: 12.06.2023 ::
i am almost blind

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