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February 6, 2024

MISTREL WIND

By EPRobles

In a glen where moonlight weaves its gentle spell,
A fairy court in secret, where tales of love do swell.
With wings of iridescence, they gather ‘neath the trees,
Loving fairies enchanted, dancing in the evening breeze.

Their laughter tinkles like a stream in sweet delight,
As they weave a tapestry of dreams in the soft moonlight.
A mortal man, a gentle soul, stumbles upon their glade,
Captured by the magic, in love’s enchantment laid.

Fairies with hearts so tender, wings of gossamer grace,
Flutter ’round the mortal, a smile upon each face.
They whisper words of wonder, weaving spells so sweet,
As love blossoms in the moonlit glen, a dance of hearts complete.

He, a mortal dreamer, lost in their embrace,
Entwined with fairy magic, a love so full of grace.
The fairies’ laughter mingles with his heartbeat’s song,
A serenade of enchantment that lasts the whole night long.

United in the moonlight, a tale of love unfolds,
A human man embraced by fairies, their story to be told.
In the glen where dreams are spun, beneath the stars above,
Loving fairies and a mortal man share a timeless love.

:: 02.01.2024 ::

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February 6, 2024

GHUILGUL

By EPRobles

WE are all victims of humanity

to each a personal defeat

fallen upon our knees

Singing praise while

our blood drains ~

We accept this reality

while upon this heavenly rock

amnesia prevails / forgetting

what are we \ we accuse fantasy

while standing upon rock.

:: 02.05.2024 ::

Notes:

The depth of emotion and existential reflection conveyed in my poem titled “Ghuilgul” reflects where I am now in Life.

My use of succinct and evocative language contributes to the contemplative atmosphere, exploring themes of human vulnerability and the collective experience of suffering.

The opening lines, “WE are all victims of humanity / To each a personal defeat,” immediately draw attention to the shared struggle of being human.

The imagery of falling to one’s knees and the juxtaposition with singing praise while blood drains suggest a complex interplay between vulnerability, sacrifice, and a sense of duty or devotion.

The phrase “We accept this reality” encapsulates a resigned acknowledgment of the human condition, emphasizing the inevitability of facing challenges and defeats. The reference to a “heavenly rock” introduces a spiritual or cosmic dimension, adding depth to the existential contemplation within the poem.

The use of unconventional formatting, such as slashes and backslashes, adds a visual and rhythmic element to the poem, enhancing its artistic and abstract qualities. If you have ever been a reader of me you would know this. The repetition of the phrase “while standing upon rock” creates a circular structure, emphasizing the cyclical nature of human experience and the enduring challenges faced by individuals and society.

The title “Ghuilgul” adds a mysterious and enigmatic quality to the poem, inviting readers to explore its meaning and connections to the themes presented.

“Ghuilgul” stands as a thought-provoking and introspective piece that captures the complexity of the human experience and explores existential questions with a poetic grace that resonates with the depth and nuance expected from eprobles.

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February 2, 2024

THE BAND’S DYNAMIC

By EPRobles

“I think today, in my wandering musings, I stumbled upon a profound revelation – a delicate realization that unfolds like petals in a garden of words.”

With a measured pace and deliberate emphasis on each word:

“In my ignorance, I committed a deed, an inadvertent transgression within the sanctuary of my thoughts. A garden, my refuge, where I, with a hasty spade, unwittingly pierced the soil of language.”

The poet’s voice takes on a tone of reflection:

“Upon a letter, now damp with my unintentional sin, lay the bee! Oh, in my haste, I became the unwitting executioner. A she, a symbol of delicate existence extinguished within the folds of my impulsive act.”

There’s a pause, a moment of silence echoing the weight of the realization:

“And, in the midst of thunderous regret, I uttered, ‘Oh! I cannot, BEE!’ – a lamentation, an acknowledgment of the irreversible harm inflicted upon the fragile essence of communication.”

The poet concludes with a soft sigh, leaving the audience with a lingering sense of contemplation:

“Words, like bees, hold both sweetness and sting. In my unwitting ignorance, I broke a word, and in its fragments, I find a profound awareness.

“I think today, in my wandering musings, I stumbled upon a profound revelation – a delicate realization that unfolds like petals in a garden of words.”

:: 02.01.2024 ::

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February 2, 2024

ROMEO AND JULIET’S PASSION

By EPRobles

In this tender moment, as our souls intertwine,
Our hearts dance with a grace so divine.
In a world plagued by strife and fear,
Our love is born, radiant and clear.

Our passion, forbidden yet steadfast and true,
Kindles a flame, igniting something new.
A love that rises above race and creed,
Our hearts beating in unison, a symphony indeed.

Our time together, brief but oh, so sweet,
An enchanting melody, joy and bliss replete.
In each other’s embrace, we find sanctuary,
A haven, shielding us from the world’s harsh emissary.

As the world around us crumbles with a thunderous sound,
We cling to each other, love tightly bound.
Knowing that our love will forever last,
Defying the odds, an enduring contrast.

Though our time together may fade away,
Our love remains, an eternal bouquet.
In hearts and minds, it will forever reign,
A timeless refuge, untouched by any pain.

note: Though their time together may be short and fleet,
Love and hate persist, their dichotomy complete.
In hearts and minds, a complex, intertwined terrain,
A canvas painted with both pleasure and pain.

.02.01.2024

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January 31, 2024

THE GREATEST SMILE

By EPRobles

The greatest smile is DEATH.

How welcomed. The eternal embrace!

But how i belong here — beyond the

world’s end _ no longer human.

i embrace ~ with the broken!

:: 01.31.2024 ::

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January 30, 2024

POETIC ODYSSEY

By EPRobles

Upon the inside of my dreams
There was no wind when i took
the watch across the seas

& when the ocean withdrew breath
and waves white-capped
i saw clouds of glass

within amora my heart said
‘roll over, roll over.’
how i had awaited restlessly

Upon the opal glass finally
talking sweet /within my ear,
the sound so strange, ‘mistral,
mistral…’ \

winds_____close your eyes again
my gentle breathing giant.

:: 01.29.2024 ::

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January 27, 2024

CALL ME BROKEN

By EPRobles

Oh, speak not of my heart untrue,
Though absence seeks to temper my desire,
As readily I could bid myself adieu
As part from the soul within your fire.
In your bosom lies my dwelling of love:
If I’ve strayed, like threads unraveled, I return,
To the moment, not with time exchanged above,
Yet with my essence, a cleansing urn.
Never think, though frailties course my veins,
That they could mar this sacred trust we share,
To forsake, for naught, your myriad gains,
For you, my rose, my universe is bare.
Within its vast expanse, hear my call,
For nothing exists, save you, my all.

:: 01.26.2024 ::

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January 26, 2024

LOVE IS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW WHAT CONSCIENCE IS

By EPRobles

Is love too young to know what CONSCIENCE is
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason;
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her ‘love’ for whose dear love I rise and fall.

“The Little Love-God Lying.”

:: 01.26.2024 ::

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January 23, 2024

THE CANVAS OF TIME

By EPRobles

THE SKIN is prominent
within all of Life

Whose dippy hands cross rhyme
within a strange water
called Time

/ as we are all /

nothing / and memories that flow___

In the tapestry of moments, we weave
Threads of laughter and tears, perceive
The dance of shadows in the mind
A kaleidoscope of memories we find

Yet, within this vast expanse of recall
Fragments of existence, both big and small
Nothing but echoes in the grand design
Whispers of a fleeting, ephemeral sign

The hands of Time dip in the waters deep
Creating ripples where memories sleep

An intricate dance of joy and strife
Etched upon the canvas of Life

And as we navigate this transient sea
Our skin, a vessel of identity

In the tapestry, we play our part
A symphony of the soul, a work of art.

:: 01.23.2024 ::

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January 23, 2024

MYSTERIOUS ETYMOLOGIES

By EPRobles

MYSTERIOUS ETYMOLOGIES

and which came first?
syllable or the sound
of pain?
what…did you say?
they ARE the same
whether uttered or
spoken or eventually
written — all the same!

must a glyph truly obtain
a sense of distinction?

it is now its own.

:: 07.14.2020 ::

Notes for the Students:

THIS POEM explores the interconnectedness of language, sound, and emotion. The poet contemplates the origin of words and the relationship between syllables and the expression of pain. The question of which came first, the syllable or the sound of pain, reflects on the primal and innate nature of language as a means of conveying human experience.

The repetition of the phrase “they ARE the same” emphasizes the unity of spoken and written language, suggesting that the essence of expression remains constant across different forms. The poem questions the necessity for a glyph (a written symbol) to have a distinct meaning, implying that language evolves organically and may not always follow rigid rules.

The final lines, “it is now its own,” suggest a sense of independence and self-contained identity for language. This could be interpreted as an acknowledgment of the power of language to shape its own meaning and significance over time.

Overall, the poem invites readers to reflect on the mysterious and evolving nature of language, emphasizing its ability to capture and convey complex emotions and experiences.

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