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October 17, 2023

LOVE ABOVE AS BELOW

By EPRobles

In lands where hues entwine, where endless borders cease,
Envision, if you will, a realm where hearts find ease,
No hunger’s dire call, no sorrow’s weight to bear,
Envision there’s a chance, for souls to blend and pair.

Oh, envisage all the beings, in tranquil harmony,
No bias nor enmity, just boundless empathy,
Envisage nations linking, in friendship’s steadfast band,
In comprehension’s haven, where all can understand.

In meadows where children dance, where innocence prevails,
Picture, if you may, a tune where each heart sails,
No fear of shadows long, just seeds of kindness sown,
Picture there’s a glow, where night turns into dawn.

Envisage all the spirits, in peaceful, sweet accord,
No hatred’s bitter taste, just love that’s freely poured,
Envisage all the nations, clasping hand in hand,
In a world of empathy, where all can firmly stand.

Picture a world unchained, where freedom’s song resounds,
No judgment’s stern command, no barriers that confounds,
Picture a melody, of pure and perfect grace,
Where differences unite, and all find their rightful place.

In realms where dreams take flight, where hope is ever bright,
Picture, if you please, a space devoid of night,
No soul left in the cold, just hearts that intertwine,
Picture there’s a day, where love will ever shine.

Oh, envisage all the people, in life’s serenity,
No prejudice or malice, just love that’s truly free,
Envisage nations bonding, in friendship’s hallowed strand,
In a world where understanding, unites each heart and hand.

Envisage a world so fair, where every soul takes flight,
With the power of a song, where all souls find their light,
Envisage, just envisage, a world divinely rare,
In limitless, eternal love, where people deeply care.

:: 10.16.2023 ::

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October 7, 2023

A HEART FOREVER BROKEN

By EPRobles

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

Within this dark lonely evening I write vacant words
and the moon turns from silver to cold blue.

From tops of highest trees the predatory birds sing
as I write the saddest words of this night.

As this night like one other held within my arms
I kissed and was asked to forget by endless skies.

How depth was deeper than any other depth
that my heart dwelled and then asked to forget.

Love, the power of the sun and more I held toward her
breaking physics and eternal rules.

that she loved me sometimes but I loved forever.

so Tonight I write the saddest lines of a poem.

The feeling of night — the feeling day

both weighing heavily upon my Soul.

:: 010.07.2023 ::

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September 2, 2023

LET THE STORIES SAY WHAT THEY WANT

By EPRobles

One shall behold eyes tracing the heavens with magnificent splendor.
Seeking refuge upon the land of the lamp.

A form vanishing while standing,
At the convergence of all light’s end and inception.

Death holds no purpose when you exist,
When your eyes unveil the blueprint of what lies ahead,
When they harbor profound inclinations,
Or solidify the potent union of passionate lovers.

When Earth, when the parched gems of lids unfurl,
When space, not futilely, takes its winged whirl,
When myst’ry lends life its striking edge,
If on Earth it falls, in poetry’s fiery circles he spreads,
In the realm of being and verse, our essence he threads.

The body, once regained through footsteps, becomes meaningless,
Unless a ship from a passionate land lends its influence,
Offering its guidance, steadfastly shining stars,
And a radiant aura like a diamond amidst the night,
With a face that thirst has turned as pure as snow,
And hair that seems to attract like a swarm of magnets,
And a soul, deeply immersed in the embrace of slumber.
It’s your body, your essence, I recognize at first glance.

The covenant of all-seeing eyes holds no value,
Above a fiery line of all lines, unless
they succeed in crafting, preserving their swift wasteland,
And rendering it eternal, like a clear enigma,
A purifying rainbow.

earth, that love is eternally needed
immortal body emerging from a ray’s core
of lightning bolts, which craft a world scoffing at prisons
connecting eyes, love-filled, oceanic diadems

bring
bring
our river of fire, timeless and unbound
flowing through the purified ocean like a native vein.

:: 09.01.2023 ::

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September 2, 2023

THEY MOVE AS INSECTS

By EPRobles

In the glow that binds our souls,
A gallery of nature’s art unfolds,
And through shattered life, we find our way,
Amidst windows of friendship’s ray.
Forget not my key, in this boundless sky,
Where mysteries and sacrifices lie,
Even the forest’s stones, in hasty flight,
Across low bridges, they take their light.

They move like insects, their appetite,
Devouring all the radiant light,
On desks, they feast, and gloves they claim,
With indolence, they play their game.
Oppressed by the weight of bird and bone,
In aluminum letters, their shadows shone,
Upon me, they cast their spectral grace,
In this solar system, our screens embrace.

Where stars of lead in marble fall,
Upon cobbled floors, like birds enthralled,
In their drunken flight, they dance so free,
Feasting on the hanged man’s mystery.
With liana’s stores, they seek their way,
A captive fish in a world of gray,
White phosphorus gleams in its eyes,
With castle footprints, the wind complies.

A tray of spring, the wind doth bear,
From a cement nest, it takes its share,
Forever dispossessed, it leaves its root,
Forever thirsty for lands aloof,
A tantalizing enigma, we chase,
In hands where mirrors once found their place.

The mirrors, they carry bridges, they say,
Reflecting bays in their fiery display,
Lime trees stand with simple grace,
Their carpeted emanations embrace.
May the fires of beauty rise and shine,
In memory’s garden, a gift divine,
To the sun, where secrets are unfurled,
On the island’s edge, in a distant world,
In the realm of dreams, where lanterns gleam,
May our hearts be touched by the lamp’s soft beam.

:: 09.01.2023 ::

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August 17, 2023

Vowels of Life’s Tapestry

By EPRobles

A black and silent “A” I’ve found,

Velvet-clad, a swarm profound,
Around the cruel’s fetid ground,
In shadows steeped, it doth abound.

An “E” of mist and candid air,
Like tents and lances, proud and fair,
Through glaciers white, it seems to dare,
And shivers of parsley, light as prayer.

“I” in purples, crimson hue,
Bloody salivas, emotions true,
Lonely smiles, a tearful view,
In penitence or anger, too.

Oh, “U,” with waves of greenish hue,
Divine shudders, seas renew,
Pastoral peace and cattle’s coo,
On furrowed brows, alchemy’s cue.

“O,” a clarion call divine,
Strange stridencies, sounds entwine,
Worlds and Angels therein shine,
Violet ray, her Eyes align.

In humanities voice, these vowels weave,
A tapestry of beauty, life conceive,
a choice of words, like winds that grieve,
Unveiling truth, a heart’s reprieve.

:: 07.27.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

(This is the teacher’s note to explain this poem)

“Vowels of Life’s Tapestry” – An Analysis

In “Vowels of Life’s Tapestry,” the poet crafts a symphony of linguistic and sensory imagery, invoking the reader to traverse the woven intricacies of life and emotion through the prism of vowels. Each vowel becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of existence, an element of meaning that transcends its phonetic role to become an embodiment of experience. This poem carries an air of profound reflection and insight, a hallmark of a poet.

The opening lines, “A black and silent ‘A’ I’ve found, / Velvet-clad, a swarm profound,” immediately capture attention through the juxtaposition of imagery: the blackness and silence of the letter “A” is paired with the tactile and auditory sense of “velvet-clad” and “swarm.” This hints at the duality of life, where the seemingly silent and inert holds depth and complexity beneath the surface.

The imagery continues to evolve as the poet traverses through each vowel. The “E” is described as “mist and candid air,” evoking a sense of transparency and possibility. The mention of “glaciers white” and “shivers of parsley” conveys both strength and fragility, creating an atmosphere of audacious challenge.

“I” is portrayed with vivid emotions – “purples, crimson hue,” “bloody salivas,” and “lonely smiles” offer a vivid panorama of the human experience, ranging from passion to sorrow. The poet masterfully weaves the dichotomy of “penitence or anger,” underscoring the complexity of emotions that the vowel encapsulates.

The letter “U” is associated with “waves of greenish hue,” summoning visions of renewal and serenity. “Pastoral peace and cattle’s coo” reinforce a sense of idyllic harmony, but the mention of “furrowed brows” and “alchemy’s cue” hints at the alchemical nature of transformation and the deeper layers of existence.

The climactic vowel, “O,” is painted as a “clarion call divine,” eliciting an aura of sacred resonance. The interplay of “strange stridencies” and “Worlds and Angels therein shine” invokes a cosmic connection, as if the vowel itself is a portal to higher understanding. The image of “Violet ray, her Eyes align” merges the celestial and earthly, illuminating the connection between the macrocosm and microcosm.

As the poem concludes, the vowels are hailed as creators of “a tapestry of beauty.” The weaving of vowels, like winds that “grieve,” is reminiscent of both the fragility and resilience of existence. Their power to “unveil truth” and grant “a heart’s reprieve” reinforces their role as conduits of meaning and wisdom.

In conclusion, “Vowels of Life’s Tapestry” is a masterful composition that marries linguistic elements with profound insights. The imagery and associations tied to each vowel are laden with metaphorical significance, revealing layers of emotion, experience, and the interconnectedness of all things. Through this piece, the poet beckons readers to explore the profound meanings lurking within the seemingly mundane components of language, and in doing so, illuminate the profound truths that underpin human existence.

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August 17, 2023

A SEARCHING HEART – An Ode to Love’s Unveiling

By EPRobles

Oh, let my soul resound and heart’s melody trill,
Within this tapestry of words, a symphony to thrill,
Each thread of my being’s art, a love-filled quill,
Binding us in sweetness, an embrace no time can kill.

Beneath a summer’s sky, my spirit’s call does soar,
Resting in grace, like emerald leaves gently adore,
A blade of green, a whisper of love’s ancient lore,
In nature’s embrace, our hearts entwine even more.

My voice, a cascade of life’s essence and flow,
Crafted by the touch of lands where breezes blow,
Born of generations, the roots that deeply grow,
At thirty-seven, my journey begins, a love to know.

Beliefs and doctrines set aside, love takes the lead,
A spell of introspection, where truth finds its seed,
Welcoming all voices, whatever they may plead,
Love’s tapestry unfurls, a kaleidoscope indeed.

Nature’s wild energy, a primal force takes flight,
Unrestrained, unbound, in the day’s pure light,
A symphony of passion, in the starry night so bright,
Love’s fire burning fierce, an eternal flame alight.

In homes adorned with fragrant, tender delight,
Shelves of memories, in scents taking flight,
I inhale, mesmerized, love’s sweet, fragrant rite,
In this aromatic dance, our souls take flight.

The essence’s allure captivates, yet senses stay clear,
The untamed air, unbroken, whispers truth in the ear,
A fragrance of connection, no distance, no mere veneer,
Love’s gentle breeze, eternal, always near.

To the forest’s edge, I tread, love’s truth to share,
Baring my soul, vulnerability laid bare,
Craving nature’s touch, the wildness we declare,
Two hearts beating as one, an affair beyond compare.

Breath’s smoke, love’s echoes, whispers of silk,
Roots of passion, desires that never wilt,
My life’s rhythm dances to love’s secret lilt,
Day and night blend, our hearts forever built.

The scent of leaves, of sea-rocks kissed by sea,
In barn’s warm hold, hay’s fragrant glee,
These aromas remind of you and me,
Love’s symphony composed, a life’s masterpiece to be.

Words, like breath, take flight upon the wind’s gentle kiss,
A kiss, a touch, love’s language we never miss,
Tender embraces, love’s passion found in this,
In the realm of our hearts, our eternal bliss.

Light and shade, a dance on trees so fine,
Supple branches sway, as souls intertwine,
In solitude’s calm or life’s bustling line,
Love’s fire burns bright, eternally divine.

Wellness sensed, midday’s song in tune,
Melody of our hearts, from slumber to noon,
Greeting the sun, love’s warmth, like a boon,
In love’s embrace, two hearts forever swoon.

Have you measured the world or its endless scope?
Grasped poems’ truths, unlocked meanings’ rope?
Felt the surge of love, the passion’s ardent slope?
In this universe of us, our eternal hope.

Stay by my side, from dawn to twilight’s grace,
All verses’ wellspring, in love’s embrace,
Earth and sun’s essence, our love’s cosmic space,
Golden light of a thousand suns, love’s eternal chase.

No more through others’ eyes, truth we perceive,
Past and ghosts, we no longer grieve,
Through our hearts’ gaze, love’s secrets we believe,
In the symphony of our souls, forever to cleave.

Hear the voices, sift them through love’s soul,
In thoughts’ kaleidoscope, together we’re whole,
Love’s journey, an eternal scroll,
Forever entwined, two halves form a unique whole.

More and forever, our love’s eternal flight,
Boundless as stars, in passion’s tender light,
Two souls as one, united and bright,
In the universe of love, everything feels right.

::03.03.1997 ::

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August 8, 2023

WHISPERS OF YOU: AN ODE TO LOVE AND LIME TREES

By EPRobles

In the realm of tales, your heart does roam, as if it has transcended the confines of reality and embraced a world woven with threads of imagination. Beneath the soft glow of a dim lamplight, it finds a home, a sanctuary where emotions intertwine with the flickering shadows. The lamplight becomes a silent witness to the stories your heart silently narrates.

A maiden walks by, her presence like a delicate brushstroke on the canvas of your musings. Charming in her ways, she navigates the world with a grace that captures your attention. Yet, beneath her father’s stern collar’s gaze, there’s a sense of constraint, a reminder of the boundaries that surround her life.

To her discerning eyes, you might appear naive, your actions tinted with a hint of the absurd. Clad in ankle boots, she walks with an air of determination, a quiet confidence that sets her apart. She glances back at you, a fleeting connection that seems to acknowledge the notes of your melodies that hang in the air, wavering and uncertain.

Love takes hold of you, its grip tightening as the days stretch towards August’s warm embrace. The sonnets you pour onto paper become messengers of your affection, each line carrying the weight of your emotions and dreams. With every word, you manage to bring genuine smiles to her face, an accomplishment that fuels your poetic fervor.

As love blossoms, the world around you changes. Friends who once filled your days begin to fade into the periphery. You find yourself drifting away from the familiar scenes, no longer an active participant in the activities that once defined your days. Yet, amidst this transformation, a new chapter unfolds. She writes to you, bridging the distance that sometimes separates two souls.

On the eve of connection, cafes become your gathering places once again. Whether it’s the bitterness of beer or the refreshing tang of lemonade, you indulge in the simple pleasures that life offers. Seventeen is an age of transition, where seriousness and carefree spirits dance together, creating a unique blend of experiences. Lime trees form a verdant cascade along the promenade, a reminder of the vibrant hues that life paints against the canvas of youth. The symphony of green leaves rustling in the wind echoes the symphony of your heart, filled with the beats of anticipation and the promises of the unknown.

:: 08.07.2023 ::

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August 4, 2023

OCEAN VOICES DEEP BLUE SPOKEN

By EPRobles

Across the horizon, they surge and glide,
Guided by winds that beckon and appeal.
Their sails unfurl, an elegant pride,
Their journey resolute, with hearts of steel.

They chart a course where mysteries reside,
Amidst the waves that hide untold tales.
Each crest and trough, a story to confide,
As they voyage through the ocean’s trails.

Above, the sky unfurls its vast embrace,
Where seagulls soar on zephyrs’ tender wing.
Below, the ocean’s depths conceal their grace,
In the fathomless blue, where secrets cling.

And as the sun sets, painting hues of gold,
Their chariots sail into the twilight’s gleam.
The stars above, a blanket to enfold,
In dreams of copper and silver’s dream.

:: 08.04.2023 ::

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August 2, 2023

À L’AMANT MOYEN

By EPRobles

ce soir, les rues
me chuchotent leurs secrets
et je m’éloigne
d’amis qui taquinent
sous un soleil de minuit

ah les étoiles
dans leur danse sombre
ne peut pas tenir
tout l’amour
je ne peux pas nier

solitaires, ils brillent
comme je fais
affamé
pour toi
pour ton amour

personne d’autre
peut me faire sentir bien
j’ai faim de toi
et toi seul
mon coeur chante au ciel

ce soir, la toile de mon coeur
est noir et bleu
comme je me promène
sous le regard de la lune
chanter ton nom

ils sont seuls
et moi aussi
affamé
pour toi
pour ton amour

il n’y a personne d’autre
personne d’autre
qui peut combler ce vide
je n’ai envie que de toi

ce soir ce soir

étoiles solitaires
briller dans la nuit
et j’ai faim
pour toi
pour ton amour

personne d’autre
peut me faire sentir bien
j’ai tellement faim, tellement faim de toi
pour ton amour

ce soir, j’erre dans les rues
loin de tout
amis taquins
et le soleil de minuit
me chuchote
mon coeur pleure
pour toi
pour ton amour

ce soir ce soir
ce soir ce soir
ce soir ce soir

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August 2, 2023

She Is Beauty

By EPRobles

She walks in beauty, like the night’s embrace,
Of cloudless climes and skies adorned with grace;
Where dark and bright, they blend in her sweet face,
Her aspect, eyes, a heaven’s gentle trace.
Thus mellowed, tender light, a radiant sight,
Denying gaudy day, with hues so bright.

One shade or ray, if altered, could erase,
The nameless grace that dwells in every trace,
Of raven tresses, flowing with such ease,
Soft light upon her face, a tranquil breeze.
Her thoughts, serene and sweet, in pure embrace,
Reveal a dwelling-place, so pure, so dear.

And on that cheek, and brow, so soft, so clear,
Eloquence finds home, yet calmness here.
With smiles that win, and tints that gently glow,
They speak of days in goodness, hearts aglow.
A mind at peace, embracing all below,
A heart of innocence, love’s blessed flow.

:: 08.02.2023 ::

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