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January 18, 2024

ODE ON A GRECIAN URN

By EPRobles

WHEN I WAS A LITTLE boy

i knew no wisdom
i knew no hate
i knew no lies

WHEN I GREW UP

i understood history
i understood love
i understood truth

NOW AS I AM DYING

i know a lot will change
i know the world will be busy
i know my appointments are unanswered

POST-LIVE REVELATION

How so many live for the sake of beauty
How so many quietly die for martyrdom
How so many understand Ode on a Grecian Urn

:: 01.17.2024 ::

Poet’s Notes:

This poem, titled “LIFE AS A BEAUTIFUL SOUL,” explores the journey of life from childhood innocence to mature understanding and reflection on the complexities of existence. The structure of the poem is divided into three distinct phases: childhood, adulthood, and the contemplation of mortality.

In the first stanza, the speaker reminisces about their childhood, portraying a time of innocence and purity. The use of lowercase letters and short, straightforward lines reflects the simplicity of a child’s perspective. The absence of wisdom, hate, and lies in this stage suggests a state of blissful ignorance.

The second stanza marks the transition to adulthood, where the speaker claims to have gained a deeper understanding of history, love, and truth. This indicates the inevitable acquisition of knowledge and experience as one grows older. The use of “understood” implies a level of comprehension and awareness that comes with maturity.

The third stanza takes a poignant turn as the speaker reflects on the imminent end of life. The awareness of impending change, the busy world, and unanswered appointments conveys a sense of urgency and the fleeting nature of time. The speaker’s acknowledgment of these impending changes adds a layer of reflection on the transience of life.

The final stanza, titled “POST-LIVE REVELATION,” delves into broader themes. It contemplates how many people live for the sake of beauty, suggesting the pursuit of aesthetic experiences and appreciation. The mention of quietly dying for martyrdom adds a somber note, hinting at sacrifice and devotion. The reference to “Ode on a Grecian Urn” by John Keats suggests a connection to art, beauty, and the timeless nature of artistic expression.

Overall, the poem encapsulates the universal journey of life, from innocence to wisdom, with a contemplative gaze upon mortality and broader reflections on beauty, sacrifice, and the enduring impact of art. The use of concise and straightforward language contributes to the poem’s accessibility and emotional resonance.

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January 10, 2024

HEAVEY IS THE INTESTELLAR

By EPRobles

My baby
be okay
and love
and love
give to us
Just give
to US

My love
speak now
every day
is alive
and i drift
off to your world

I am rumbling
i am the love heart
that no one can see!

Im waiting for you.
they don’t know fuckery
and fuckery is dead —
heavy is the heart

Into the deepest Stars
that most do not know |
Heavy is the Astronauts

Exploring the Interstellar
World where we invisited
once before ______  .

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January 6, 2024

Oh! Let me be

By EPRobles

i am a traveler
across the earth’s face
and i travel alone.

I have no world
just this sun
it beats down upon me.

He! who has seen everything,

I will make known! to the lands.
I will! teach about him who
experienced all things,
…alike,

He carved on a stone
stela all of his toils,
and built the wall of Uruk-Haven,

\
the wall of the sacred Eanna Temple, the holy sanctuary.
Look at its wall which gleams like!copper(?),

inspect its inner wall, the likes of which no one can equal

Seall!air!a!balla!a!deàrrsadh!mar!copar(?),
sgrùdadh!am!balla!a-staigh,!na!likes!nach!urrainn!
Gabh!gabh!cinn-latha!stairsneach!stoneOOit!bho!t-seann!am!
Rach!faisg!don!Temple!Eanna!,!àite-còmhnaidh!Ishtar,!
leithid!mar!chan eil!rìgh!no!duine!a-riamh!co-ionann!
Rach!suas!air!balla!Uruk!agus!coisich!mun cuairt,
sgrùdadh!a!bhun-stèidh,!sgrùdadh!a!obair-brice!
Nach!nach!(eadhon!am!cridhe!)!an!structar!bhrèige!dèante!de!àth!brige!
nach
Aon!mòr-lìog!baile-mòr,!aon!lìog!gàrraidhean!palm,!aon!lìog!ghalltachd,!an!sgìre!fosgailte(?)!de!
an!Ishtar!teampall,
trì!lìogaidean!agus!an!sgìre!fosgailte(?)!de!Uruk!it!(am!balla)!cuartachadh.
Lorg!am!bogsa!copair!clàr!,
fosgail!a!…!a!ghlas!de!umha,!
cuir às!luathachadh!a!fhosgladh!dhìomhair!
Gabh!agus!leugh!a-mach!bho!chlàr!lapis!lazuli!

: 01.05.2024 ::

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December 26, 2023

ALL OUR LOVE

By EPRobles

Beneath the boughs so green,
Where love and I recline serene,
And echo a joyous song,
To the bird’s melodious throng,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No adversarial wind,
Only winter and weather wild.

For those who spurn ambition’s chase,
And cherish the sun’s warm embrace,
Feeding on life’s simple fare,
Content with what is granted there,

Approach, approach, approach:
Here shall we find,
No foes unkind,
Only winter and weather wild.

For those who spurn ambition’s chase,
And cherish the sun’s warm embrace,
Feeding on life’s simple fare,
Content with what is granted there,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No foes unkind,
Only winter and weather wild.

In this haven of tranquil reprieve,
Where hearts and nature interweave,
A sanctuary free from strife,
Embracing the rhythm of simple life,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No tumultuous grind,
Only winter and weather wild.

As seasons change with a gentle hand,
Through the cycles, we understand,
The beauty in moments, both calm and reviled,
Embracing the dance of winter and weather wild.”’*

*BEAT, BEATH, BEATH, BAet iA LOVE!

:: 12.25.2023 ::

Beneath the boughs so green,
Where love and I recline serene,
And echo a joyous song,
To the bird’s melodious throng,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No adversarial wind,
Only winter and weather wild.

For those who spurn ambition’s chase,
And cherish the sun’s warm embrace,
Feeding on life’s simple fare,
Content with what is granted there,

Approach, approach, approach:
Here shall we find,
No foes unkind,
Only winter and weather wild.

For those who spurn ambition’s chase,
And cherish the sun’s warm embrace,
Feeding on life’s simple fare,
Content with what is granted there,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No foes unkind,
Only winter and weather wild.

In this haven of tranquil reprieve,
Where hearts and nature interweave,
A sanctuary free from strife,
Embracing the rhythm of simple life,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No tumultuous grind,
Only winter and weather wild.

As seasons change with a gentle hand,
Through the cycles, we understand,
The beauty in moments, both calm and reviled,
Embracing the dance of winter and weather wild.”’*

*BEAT, BEATH, BEATH, BAet iA LOVE!

:: 12.25.2023 ::

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December 23, 2023

WHERE MOTHS MEET MENISCUS

By EPRobles

In chambers dim, where shadows weave,
My mirrored self I dare perceive.
Pink roses bloom, a painted guise,
While feathered thoughts take silent flight.

My tongue, a tempest, words like wind,
To whirl and toss the soul within.
To swim in depths where echoes call,
Unfettered feet on marble sprawl.

A mermaid’s sigh, a whispered plea,
To breathe, to see, eternally.
The headlights dim, the vision nears,
Of hands outstretched, assuaging fears.

Less, I craved, from twilight’s hold,
Than waters mingled, stories told.
One night, a tapestry complete,
A whisper spun in slumber’s sheet.

But eyes unflinching, hearts unknown,
No answering pulse to claim my own.
The mirrored pond, a frozen scene,
Reflects the moon, where women convene.

Men, enigmas cloaked in night,
Like roots that twist in hidden light.
The house once shared, a severed stem,
From continents of black and white condemn.

Unmoored, we drift, in yearning’s thrall,
Then scatter, like lashes in the fall.
My own, like pollen, ether frail,
Revealing truth, a single veil.

Yet, codex locked, a name takes flight,
A searing brand, defying blight.
Life, a quick waltz with disdained breath,
The moon a mirror, mocking death.

Before the wind, before the end,
A voice of dreams, where shadows bend.
The garden slumbers, beasts unfed,
Its lights extinguished, hopes unshed.

His women, ghosts in sterile white,
No feast of senses, pure of light.

Within this introspection’s well,
A teardrop falls, the story’s spell.
Unspoken words, like embers cold,
In mirrored fragments, hearts unfold.

So let me dwell in this retreat,
Where Dickinson’s whispers softly meet.
With introspective gaze, I trace,
The paths of yearning, etched in space.

:: 12.22.2023 ::

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December 19, 2023

ALLOW ME TO SHARE HALF OF A POEM

By EPRobles

The poem “BEAUTIFUL WORLD” reflects a positive sentiment and an appreciation for the concept of peace and unity. However, it can benefit from a few adjustments to enhance its structure and poetic elements. Here’s a revised version:

In a realm where peace commands the globe, A vast world, a familial probe. Love echoes through each boundary, Embracing all, one grand symphony.

O, world of beauty, in your embrace, A singular family finds its place. I cherish you, my dear Earth’s swirl, In love and peace, my beautiful world.

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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

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

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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