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QUIETLY UNSEEN
Forgive me, father!
In youth, at country fairs,
I didn’t seek out boring shooting galleries where every shot hits,
Rather, those loud places where donkeys
With weary flanks unfurled long bloody tubes
I still can’t comprehend!
And my mother too,
Whose slip smelled sharply,
Rumpled and yellowed at its hem like fruit,
My mother who would climb noisily into bed
-A daughter of toil-my mother, with her
Ripe womanly thighs, her heavy hips
Creasing the sheets, got me hot in ways you shouldn’t talk about!
A rawer, calmer guilt came
When my little sister, just back from class,
Her clogs worn down on the ice,
Pissed, and I watched a mawkish thread of urine!
Escape from her tight pink nether lips.
o forgive me!
Sometimes I would think about my father:
At night, card games and bawdy talk,
Our neighbor stopping by, me shoved aside, seeing certain things …
-Fathers can be frightening! -The things you imagine!
His lap, sometimes cuddly; his pants
My finger wanted to pry open at the fly … -Dh no!-
To touch my father’s dark, fat, hard head,
Whose hairy hand had rocked me!
I shouldn’t speak __|
:: 10.25.2022 ::
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i LET the tears fall down my face beneath the shame of living weak
i told Gabriel take me all inside my heart is a Sun
mostly never seen — and they burn away | oh yea yea
i FORGET the summer banks of French shores
but brothers died there so i relate
all for war
all for whores
all for personalities
who hate
Sliding like dead souls on the malaise yesterday
shivering whirling yet i move o — somewhere
deep inside like an old soul crystalling so i jump
too much i blush i sharpen my rage
you left me so never to be the Goliath of your Word
citizens bragues trampled by traps of cracked minds.
Their dirty hands cleaning the gout of urine on the war-
spread sidewalk where bodies lengthen in the sun’s heat.
Poltergeist activity continued at nuisance level — a coke can
returned time after time to the top of my burea inside my bedroom.
Fork and spoon hiding rather shyly in the sink — children’s characters all
me dying. And Bill and Ben of the Flowerpot
Men, coming back to check upon the child
i am. I jumped inside the car of my best friend
from the 16th century and we rode out screaming
“alive alive!”
:: 10.25.2022 ::
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i kick the stones
out my way | take the blame
, eat the fruit & hang from
a branch or a cross ! lay your lace and get this mother gone — i bowed a cross so gather around : and i don’t like how you make me hang around | and i don’t like what you got me hanging from a blaming fruit ? could it be priceless taste or how you always make me hang from your mistakes? okay, taste the blame, eat the fruit, kiss the snake
i never liked you had me hanging
for your mistakes.
lay your motor-rage : eat the one
mistake got me burning you and your
soul | and i don’t like what you’ve
got me hanging from and I don’t like
what I’m hanging from : all your
mistakes.
:: 10.23.2022 ::
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buried but burst! creation & love
became all___love first a voice
then a word became Light
and all Thought
& feelings | became Godlike as Our
Father of thoughts.
and i wonder where you are —
i want to wake up where you
are | oh, my…let it slide.
Did every word hit a wall
i suppose i can let you know –
i can’t say anything at all —–
s l i d e –> do you love it
when god calls and i suppose
i’ll be a Man and wake up with you
_in little pieces i believe i’m
dreaming a dream called Life
so i’m singing inside the orchestra
of what i am what you are ? wanna
get married? wake up where i am
and a dream to dream a complete
dream of tough life with tears
come true.
:: 10.23.2022 ::
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BY DEATH OF FEELING
BY
death of
-ing or
passion of tasting:
i ATE YOU devoured
all existence of doubt |
my Thoughts all Inside
the confused lovers
looking.
ate’ing butterflies by Nature
i AM NATURE : eat me too &
sing songs without words but by
your Souls!
:: 10l23.2022 ::
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AND i say love is
gravity pulling minds & hearts for untold centuries!
My Lips have grown cold | as hops hoppering grass
-hoppers | as love personally looking like GOD
(i love YOU).
This entire single pin-pricked
atom is a beautiful evirescent
taste of infinity … (ellipses to
the left)
My skin touches you : your Love
feels & i love the technique of
conversation dear ~~~ my tongue
rests there by paradise.
So many odes. Buried by sands of
inconsequential moments. i, this
poet, does not give out or give in |
i am more than wolf.
I am true man.
:: 10.23.2022 ::
(a new word tonight)
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I am (my love is) love as if you were
the free rising winds
of life or arrow
of roses and thorns that disperse despair!
I love you as towering buildings
stand tall and thunderheads speak
with lighting;
my nature is natural to love you as the
plant that blooms and carries beauty
hidden within itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you when the world sleeps.
I am there I love you as mystery breaths
the interest of wondering minds and the
dense fog of some- time life is difficult
but mostly I am deeply
appreciative that there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.
I love you.
:: 11132015 ::
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By all towers and spires of excellent height!
Ah, that vastness of maple and oak trees —
that sunrises and sunsets are of equal beauty!
Their beautiful golden light toil’d in your eyes
Oh Queen of earthed-warmth, in all that is bounty-sings!
And if there is nothing that is unknown
And if there is nothing by song unsung
And if there is nothing unmade by unmade
Then love: in you the birds sing and i’m sung
Then love: that you love you send all to me
Then love: all we need is all the love we need
On all sides I see you and then somehow you see
and your quiet moments dear are my quiet fears
then I aim my feelings and love upon your bow
So easy: to give all that is my love dear
and feel and know (all together now) how much
I stand by your soul and hunt down my afflicted
hours and pull up the anchor and dry my tears
so my love I say why, why, why?
so my love I cannot tell
I don’t know
so my love I say soon
:: 09-20-2017 ::
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DO not weep for me tonight
the streets are sleeping
and stars are singing their light.
Forgive the clouds you see
: some days they weep for you
but in secret feed the trees.
If the world should express
emotions of compassion
it should be for Love ~~
the language of Things
Great and Small.
:: 09-25-2018 ::
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THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter and d o w n became up & sideways
turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark.
THE Policeman chewed his m0uth-side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril
damn-us (Quatrain 173) & my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman
who once cared for me. The rest of this delirious-prose is buried in an
unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.
::02.??.2020::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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