Oh, once again! A cry!
Two-legged creatures
Making love under sheets
and that last sigh!
A mannequin releasing
its last plastic breath!
:: 12-15-2017 ::
SIGHING MANNEQUIN
AIMER, C’EST MOURIR (to love is to die)
My dear in pink
I love your color
I go, you speak.
My love never say
la belle damsel
regrets.
So soft, agreed
So nice we know
your words are so
inside of me —
la belle damsel
regrets.
I see your eyes
I feel your thighs
It’s a deep vanity
we’re lost for words
this account for love
So long a time
a space to say:
“Ever you speak
then to cry we laugh
we know in time we kiss
again, so to speak
To know a space so well
What it was and is
and came to be;
and willed to be
so i listen, you speak
la belle damsel
regrets.
:: 12-14-2017 ::
:: Rev: 02-24-2018 ::
BERCEUSE OF LOVE
Close your eyes my love.
Hush and i’ll catch all
of your tears while you
dream.
Summer comes, so soon
with the warmth of union
and now rest in peace,
so sleep.
My dear, say how much you
feel; so tired — everyday
giving life so others
rest within peace.
Everything will be alright
when you rest in peace;
so sleep — and if there’s
one thing i’ve shown you
… give love to us,
give love to us.
Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown all;
That all my love, within
my arms so tight.
So too, I drift off
into your world, that
you give love also to
us — that you give love
to us.
Let’s give love to us.
So hush, my love.
Sleep so tight tonight.
:: 12-14-2017 ::
SHOW YOURSELF
i see your tears
hidden by years
of hiding yourself.
So sad, so lonely
So hard to have courage
within this world.
But i see your feelings
See me, see us, beautiful
like a rainbow.
Show me your smile
to see you laughing
makes them crazy.
Show yourself
Show yourself
Show yourself
So never be discouraged
So hard to be yourself
within this world.
And I see your love
And I see your strength
And that is why I love you!
So never be afraid
Never to be afraid
being afraid is dying.
:: 12-10-2017 ::
TRUE LOVE
MY DEAR!
this night is young
but i am ancient
in both flesh and
mind!
As fields older
than the dirt!
As winds slower
than God’s breath!
Oh! Thank you my love!
for your kisses!
And your tears too.
See? The flowers
have stronger stems now!
My oldest song!
My only true love.
We two are the oldest
;by life and love!
:: 12-08-2017 ::
WE DREAM SO BIG
A young young man
a soul so old
a heart full of gold
a mind full of worry
a spirit like fire
My my oh my!
Stepping tripping over words
formulating ghosts from the
world — like all society!
Today is conception aborted
like unpainted canvases
unwritten novels
half spoken truths
Just going from failure to failure
without losing yourself
like the life journey; taking
the first step of a thousand miles
A conversation (catch the myth,
catch the drift, catch the mystery)
And all is a dream so big and we
all dare to fail!
Today’s soul is so high on tech
what you think
what you speak so loud most
cannot hear!
The young one
with a soul so old!
a heart full of hope
A mind full of worry
a spirit like fire!
My my, oh my!
:: 12-08-2017 ::
1, 2, 1, 2, 3 …
One .. two … one …two
three ..
Met my love long distance
— we just came from far away
seemed we both were doing
nothing busy when we met
when we met each other
I had a frog within my throat
she spoke –> threw all of
me outside outside my heart
and croak went the frog
Words so cool–> OOOH yeah
thunder lightening times
like stars spoke to me;
thunder like a stroke;
her voice was my heart
her voice — i think,
i think (i love her)
So sweet like sweet fruit
nothing but kindness
the kind’a love like
forever is a promise.
Yea, her.
I had come from diaster
like a war or two —
when she walked into
the outdoor outdoor
of my phone — thus
became the love over
time. She built, like
a statue of love;
she so bright –>
a kind like electricty,
oh she ; know I love her
Ah she is the one I love
Such love like butterflies
and flowers pollinating me
She is the /Queen Bee\
The queen bee.
And I love her!
Love her!
:: 12-07-2017 ::
\MANY MINDS WHO HAVE LOST/
THE many minds who have lost:
lost a love or objects of
affection; who have died
within or of those who are
lost within to the living as
if they were dead:
If a lover who has lost;
if another who has been lost,
sometimes they hear the voices
within dreams and sometimes
within the thoughts of another mind.
And within a quiet moment between
awakeness and sleeping; their voice
returns as a stanza from a single
piece of poetry from their love.
Like breath, life, and soul,
fading out!
:: 12-06-2017 ::
MY THROAT IS LOVE
IF the throat could cry
would it use words?
IF the jaybird too?
How could nests be built?
By divine love; divine
strength we learn.
If (which is a word to
wish for more) love
was greater than fear
(and it is) all things
are the possible.
And I say to the One
whom I love (and you know
me dear) I wish for a nest
for our eggs and future.
Where love creates the
possibility of eternal love!
Bless you my dear!
:: 12-06-2017 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
POLITICIANS AND TICKS
IN Alabama there is a dog with a tick on
Its back so big it look like a dog with
12 legs;
In Washington DC there are politicians who
Have exactly 10 legs and the difference:
NONE: THEY all bleed you and get fatter!
(Ticks have 8 legs)
:: 12-08-2017 ::
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