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June 27, 2023

TRANSIENT SPLENDOR — LOVE’S BATTLE WITH TIME

By EPRobles

WHEN I ponder upon life’s transient bloom,
Perfection fleeting like a fragile wisp,
This grand stage merely a celestial room,
Where hidden stars their whispered influence slip.

As I witness mankind’s growth and decline,
By the same sky’s whims, both blessed and denied,
They revel in youth, its brilliance does shine,
Yet fade away, forgotten, their glory beside.

Thus, the notion of impermanence’s reign,
Reveals your youth’s opulence, profound and rare,
Where Time and Decay engage in a poignant strain,
Transforming bright days to nights, disrepair.

In this war with Time, for love’s sacred plea,
As he robs from you, I graft anew, eternally.

:: 06.26.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

“Transient Splendor: Love’s Battle with Time” is a remarkable piece that captures the essence of life’s fleeting beauty and the eternal struggle between love and the passage of time. The poem’s opening lines set a reflective and contemplative tone, as this poet ponders the evanescent nature of existence. The use of “transient bloom” and “fragile wisp” suggests the fragile and ephemeral quality of perfection.

The notion of life as a “grand stage” and the reference to “hidden stars” subtly alludes to the celestial forces that influence human destiny. The poet becomes a witness to the cycle of growth and decline experienced by humanity, their fate determined by the capricious whims of the sky. The juxtaposition of the revelry in youth’s brilliance and its eventual fading into oblivion evokes a sense of melancholy and the transient nature of human glory.

The concept of impermanence is central to the poem, as this poet acknowledges the reign of transience. The juxtaposition of “youth’s opulence, profound and rare” and the inevitable confrontation between Time and Decay creates a poignant tension. The transformation of bright days into nights of disrepair underscores the inevitable decay and loss experienced over time.

The poem’s conclusion presents a noble and impassioned declaration of love’s resilience against the relentless march of Time. The poet engages in a war with Time, vowing to rejuvenate and perpetuate love’s essence. The imagery of grafting anew symbolizes the eternal power of love to regenerate and transcend the limitations imposed by the passage of time.

Overall, “Transient Splendor: Love’s Battle with Time” showcases the mastery of expression by this poet, weaving together profound reflections on mortality, the fleeting nature of beauty, and the enduring strength of love. The poem’s skillful employment of imagery, rhyme, and depth of thought elevates it to the realm of timeless art.

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June 27, 2023

REFLECTIONS OF TIME

By EPRobles

lOoK iN thY glAss, AnD tElL tHe fAce thOu ViEwEs
noW iS thE tImE tHaT fAce ShOUlD fOrm AnOtHer;
wHOsE fREsh rEpaIr iF nOw tHou NOt rEnEwEs,
thOu dOst bEguIlE tHe WOrLD, UnblEss sOme mOthEr.

fOr WhErE is sHE sO fAir wHOsE UnEaR’d wOmb
dIsdAIns thE tILlaGe Of tHY hUsbANdRy?
Or wHO iS hE sO foNd wILl bE tHe tOmB
Of hIS sElf-lOvE, tO stOp pOstEritY?

tHoU ArT thY mOthEr’s glAsS, AnD sHE iN thEe
cAllS bAcK thE lOvElY aPrIl Of hEr prImE:
sO tHou tHrOugH wINdoWs Of tHinE aGe sHAll sEE
dEspItE Of WrInkLes tHIs tHy gOldEn tImE.

buT iF thOu lIvE, rEmEmbEr’d NOt tO bE,
dIe sIngLE, AnD tHiNe iMAgE dIes wITh thEe.

:: 06.26.2023 ::

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June 24, 2023

Preemptive Remedies: Love’s Poisonous Paradox

By EPRobles

Just like how we use strong spices to enhance our appetite,
Or take preventive measures to avoid unseen illnesses,
I deliberately indulged in bitter experiences
To counteract the overwhelming sweetness of your presence.

I became weary of happiness and strangely found satisfaction
In being unwell even before there was a genuine need.
This was my strategy in love, trying to preemptively handle
Potential problems that didn’t even exist, leading to self-assured faults.

But this approach only brought temporary relief,
As the abundance of goodness eventually succumbed to the negative.
From this, I’ve learned a valuable lesson:
Attempts to remedy the pain caused by your absence
Ultimately poison the one who became so ill from loving you.

:: 06.24.2023 ::

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June 24, 2023

The Waning Sun

By EPRobles

I dreamed a dream, yet was it purely so?

The sun, once fierce, had dimmed its vibrant glow,
And every star in ceaseless darkness roamed,
Aimless, lightless, from their pathways home.
The frigid earth, in distant shadows veiled,
Spun blindly in the abyss where the moon had paled.
Daybreak stirred, yet brought no dawn, no light,

And all mankind, consumed by despair’s chilling blight,
Forgot their passions in this bleak, forgotten fight.
All hearts turned ice, their warmth a forgotten trait,
Praying selfishly for dawn, to break the night’s cruel weight.

By fire’s meager light, they clung to fleeting life,
While thrones and kings burned bright, fueling their strife.
Cities crumbled, and the people in huddled throngs,
Gathered ’round their flickering fires, steeling against wrongs,
Those fortunate bathed in the volcanic blaze’s might,

For all the world was but a canvas of terror and spite.
Forests blazed, and hour by hour, the blackened night
Crept, casting all within its inky, endless blight.
Men’s faces, touched by uncertain firelight,

Wore an eerie, ethereal, phantom-like sight.

Some shed tears, others laughed with harrowing might.
And all around, the world crumbled to the dust.
Birds quaked, beasts shook with primal, raw fear,
And serpents hissed, but all in vain, as they drew near

To perish by those hands they once held dear.
War, paused briefly, rekindled its blood-soaked delight,
Feasting on the land, tallying each gruesome fight,

As all love fled from the earth’s barren, lifeless sight.
Famine ruled, and each living thing
Preyed upon the flesh of dying, the macabre’s sickening ring,
Until bones and flesh became but relics

Lost to time and the tale of future epochs.
Even dogs turned on masters in desperate plea,
Yet one loyal beast remained faithful, ever free,
Guarding his fallen lord, casting aside his needs,

Against the ghastly throng, his loyalty indeed,
Of beasts and men, until at last, he gave his life,
A pitiful, plaintive cry, loyal in the face of strife,
Licking the hand of his silent master, lost in strife.

The crowd thinned, and yet only two survived,
Two foes, who met beside an unhallowed shrine,
Gathering sacred relics for a profane sign,
Skeletal hands scraped feeble ashes, faces lined,

Exhaling their final breaths to craft a mocking light
That jeered them both, until they saw their shared plight,
And in their terror, they perished, nameless in the night,
For famine had stripped them to a ghastly sight.

The world was barren, void of life’s mark,
A wasteland of hard clay, absent tree or herb,
River, lake, or ocean, all silent and stark,
And rotting ships languished on a lifeless sea, unperturbed.

Masts crumbled, silently into the still sea bound,
And waves lay dormant, while tides slumbered in their graves.
The moon had faded, and winds lay unfettered, unbound,
As clouds perished, leaving nothing in their wake to save

The world from darkness, for she was the universe,
And in her shroud of night, no life left to converse.

:: 24.06.2023 ::

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June 23, 2023

ENCHANGED MELODIES: A NUTCRACKER’S FLIGHT

By EPRobles

In a realm of dreams, where magic takes flight,
Dancing through wonder, bathed in soft moonlight,
A symphony unfolds, enchanting to the ear,
A timeless tale that all hearts hold dear.

Oh, behold the Nutcracker’s grand debut,
A whimsical overture, a captivating view,
Notes pirouette, swirling in the air,
As melodies whisper secrets, beyond compare.

From the Land of Snow, where cold winds blow,
A waltz of snowflakes, in graceful flow,
Each delicate flake, a diamond in flight,
Glistening and sparkling, in the wintry night.

Then, to the realm of sweets, we find our way,
Through the Kingdom of Sweets, where joy holds sway,
Sugarplum fairies twirl in colorful delight,
Their delicate feet gliding, pure and light.

Marzipan candies come alive, dancing in glee,
Flutes and trumpets, in harmonious spree,
Chocolates and bonbons join the sweet parade,
A confectionary spectacle, none can evade.

Amidst this tapestry of dance and song,
A tale of courage unfolds, bold and strong,
A Nutcracker, transformed by a magic spell,
Leading Clara on a journey, where wonders dwell.

They meet the Mouse King, in a battle fierce,
Clara’s bravery shines, her heart to pierce,
The Nutcracker triumphs, the spell is broken,
A victory celebrated, words unspoken.

In this Nutcracker Suite, a world unveiled,
A symphony of dreams, where reality is veiled,
Immerse in the melodies, let your spirit take flight,
And behold the magic of this enchanting night.

:: 01.01.2000 :

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June 22, 2023

THE CITADEL OF CREATIVITY

By EPRobles

AT times my Soul requires a lordly presence
perchance a house built by His hands to dwell
I pray, “Oh Lord, mend this heart and Spirit,
Dear Lord, to make all well.”

A shack built of Palo Santo trees our friends
of frankincense and myrrh is what I’d choose.
THAT He traverse illuminated fortifications,
Emerging swiftly from verdant foundations
Of the meadow, with its grassy embrace,
As the radiance He ascends with grace.

Thereon I raise it, firm as could be told,
On ledges, shelves, where rocks in glory roll.
My soul, in solitude, sought to dwell
Within His lofty palace’s sacred spell.

In chambers lofty, secrets I will keep,
Where winding stairs lead to heights so steep.
Alone, my spirit yearns for solitude’s embrace,
Within those walls, where tranquility finds its place.

Oh, His high palace, a realm for the soul,
Where dreams unfurl and passions take their toll.
In solitude’s sweet refuge, my heart finds rest,
Within those hallowed halls, by solitude blessed.

“And as the world doth spin and twirl,” I said,
“Thou, in seclusion, reign as a tranquil king,
Steadfast as Saturn, in his cosmic tread,
Resting upon his radiant, eternal ring.”

While the chaos of existence ceaseless flows,
Thou, in thy solitude, maintain thy throne,
A beacon of serenity, amidst life’s throes,
Unperturbed, undisturbed, and all alone.

Amidst the whirlwinds of the ever-turning sphere,
Thou art the calm within the ceaseless dance,
Like Saturn’s shadow, constant and clear,
Embracing stillness, in a celestial trance.

:: 06.22.2023 ::

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June 21, 2023

GOLDEN BUMBLE BEE

By EPRobles

In that realm unnamed, soar they high,
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee pass by.
No elegy shall mourn their flight,
For they defy the grasp of night.

In that realm unseen, some things abide,
Grief, hills, eternity reside.

Yet their presence doesn’t concern my plight,
Their weighty existence veiled from sight.

And there exist those who rest and ascend,
Can I unravel skies that transcend?

The answer eludes, a puzzle complete,
In silence, the riddle lies, discreet.

:: 06.202.2023 ::

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June 14, 2023

Mother

By EPRobles

Mother weeps in the cooking space, while father is intoxicated with sparkling wine.

The ruins of dwindling dreams for a promising tomorrow make the offspring silent once more.

Mother’s tears flow in disdain for every vow left unfulfilled. Amid the ceaseless fury and torment, it’s evident that things will never regain their previous state. Father treats her with the brutality of a savage creature until one unfortunate day, she breathes her last. The children are left mourning, deprived of the affection and attention once bestowed upon them.

:: 06.13.2023 ::

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June 7, 2023

Silent Nights

By EPRobles

Soaring through the boundless sky,
Leaves of gold sway gently,
Caressed by wind.

Golden threads break free,
Whirling and twirling,
In whimsical dance.

Sunlit leaves descend gracefully,
Painting air with radiance.

Whispering along the street,
In a dry and timeless ballet,
Leaves glide on worn-out feet,
Advancing steadily.

Breathless,
Restless,
Golden leaves spin,
Creating spirals,
Circles,
And curls.

Fleeting golden sparks
Illuminate gutters,
Flaring and flickering,
In a rush of vitality.

The brisk wind whispers,
Hushes,
Hushes,
Hushes.

And in that fleeting moment,
Silent and cold,
Across the lawn,
Lie dull pools of gold.

:: 06.07.2023 ::

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June 7, 2023

Shadows of Humanity(The Thriving Tree Within)

By EPRobles

IF we ceased to impoverish others,
Pity would hold no significance.

And if everyone shared our bliss,
Mercy would lose its existence.

Peace emerges from shared apprehension,
As self-centered affections thrive.

Cruelty then weaves its trap,
Delicately laying its snares.

With pious trepidation, one contemplates,
Cleansing the earth with tears.

Humility takes root,
Beneath the weight of their step.

Gradually, the gloomy shadow spreads,
Mystery envelops their mind.

Caterpillars and flies,
Feast upon enigma.

The tree yields fruits,
Deceptive and enticing.

Raven constructs its nest,
In the thickest of its shade.

Earth and sea’s divine beings,
Explored nature in pursuit of this tree.

Yet their quest proved futile,
For it thrives within the human mind.

:: 06.07.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

My poem delves into the intricacies of human nature and the interconnectedness between human actions and their impact on others. The poem can be interpreted as a commentary on the destructive nature of selfishness and the potential for redemption through self-reflection and humility.

The opening lines, “If we ceased to impoverish others, Pity would hold no significance. And if everyone shared our bliss, Mercy would lose its existence,” highlight the consequences of neglecting the welfare of others. The speaker suggests that empathy and compassion only hold meaning when contrasted with the existence of suffering.

The theme of interconnectedness continues as the poem progresses. “Peace emerges from shared apprehension, As self-centered affections thrive” implies that true peace can be achieved when individuals acknowledge and empathize with the concerns of others. The subsequent lines emphasize the insidious nature of cruelty, likening it to a trap carefully laid out.

The poem then takes a reflective turn, with the lines “With pious trepidation, one contemplates, Cleansing the earth with tears. Humility takes root, Beneath the weight of their step.” Here, I explore the idea of self-reflection and personal growth. The act of contemplating and acknowledging one’s flaws is depicted as a solemn, almost religious process, paving the way for humility to take hold.

The following lines, “Gradually, the gloomy shadow spreads, Mystery envelops their mind. Caterpillars and flies, Feast upon enigma,” create an atmosphere of intrigue and transformation. I suggest that embracing humility and self-awareness leads to a sense of mystery and allure, attracting others who seek understanding.

The imagery of the tree becomes significant in the latter part of the poem. “The tree yields fruits, Deceptive and enticing. Raven constructs its nest, In the thickest of its shade,” symbolizes the allure of knowledge and enlightenment. Just as the raven seeks shelter within the tree’s shade, individuals are drawn to the depths of their own minds to uncover profound truths.

The final lines, “Earth and sea’s divine beings, Explored nature in pursuit of this tree. Yet their quest proved futile, For it thrives within the human mind,” suggest that despite the search for external enlightenment, the true source of wisdom lies within the human psyche. It implies that individuals possess the capacity for self-discovery and personal growth.

As a Nobel laureate poet, the author skillfully weaves together themes of interconnectedness, self-reflection, and the allure of knowledge. Through the use of evocative imagery and thought-provoking language, the poem encourages readers to contemplate the impact of their actions on others and to embark on a journey of inner exploration.

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