mother dear lover
who distilled
such fear between
my life and love
i share with you
a tea cup of leaf
and read the bottom
portent futures bleed
a separation of life
mother i loved you
but your womb
has no vacant sign
:: 04-04-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #life
VACANT SIGN
TEETH
teeth that run
enamel roads
so hungry
looking for life
a piece of flesh
— to skin
but asphalt they bite
instead
my fear lonely traveler
by day we walk at night
— we sleep in haven
but teeth stay prowling
gashing and chomping
for a piece of my life
:: 04-04-2014 ::
SHADOW DRESSING
I dressed my shadow
in the finest clothes
so sorrowful I was
many a year to see
how darkly it wore
the fallen light of my soul
and we took a tour
through Brussels
and rode a train
toward ancient history
and my shadow cried
to see a blue whale
beached up in a tree
and a cat caught in a wave
and so many people dead
walking like their shadows
and my shadow gave back
the fine clothes it wore
and said living light was more
than what a shadow could bare
and he seeped back down there
today the sun is hidden
behind a little black spot
even the sun has a shadow
and life is fine for light reins
:: 04-03-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXI
(c) E.P. ROBLES
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of my soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and weepy willow cried
:: 04-03-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXVII
that Knowing came today
in a casket it lay
a thing revealed i say
that which lived
— now dead
that mystery of mysteries
live on —
in sun drenched skies
:: 04-03-2014 ::
MY WAR
I saw a reason today
to walk into a war
and she said it’s okay
and I went for family
and i was a brave heart
and mortars fell beside me
and the day never ended
one day I took a phone call
and she said today my dear
something has changed
and it’s my heart
I took bullets and death
and my dream was for you
and the children at your feet
she used to love me a lot
and I remember the good times
and prayed it’s not too late
to start again to start again
but her bullets tore through me
and her war was more than that
where i was sitting that day
and today i am a casaulty
she used to love me
yes, she once loved me
but the war is now won
I gave it my best shot
but love is an enemy at best
and God has His plan for life
:: 04-02-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXVI
And would the sun shine more coldly
if the light within my soul dimmed?
and would the song of birds mute
if my voice became a silence?
within you would feeling die?
and if the eyes from which I see
would shut close forevermore
would life be a darkness for you?
these things I do not know dear
because no longer do humans write
ink upon paper that be sent forth
so my well of ink is dry and thoughts
If mere words some more poetic be
that could stir the heart of you
then love me more than what words say
and let Heaven count the numbers
I’ve a field to walk and dig the ground
and the sun is fair today dear love
today the grace of nature be with me
:: 04-02-2014 ::
MY HANDS
My hands met my face
a flung emotion
in place of terror
a comfort for my soul
when i saw your state
my compass broken
and needle spun
when dark meet light
My hands met my face
the fingers dove
inside my tender soul
when I saw your grace
a walk in the fire
burns many and so
but not your spirit
and my hands quiver
:: 04-02-2014 ::
THE WALK-ABOUT
(c) E.P. Robles
I was walking my walk-about
just clicking time
upon my heels on Earth
and there came to me
not from within you see
but from the clouds
a voice from heaven
listen soul tread softly
and never turn around
devil hounds are running
as long as you don’t see
mind your journey ahead
and they’ll let you be
I’m just clicking my heels
one step at a time
minding my own business
Miles I’ve gone and more
and my feet so sore
but that sign ahead
says to me a detour
But I can’t leave my path
there’s just too much to see
and that sign is a mirage
so I’ll keep clicking my heels
I’m walking the road of life
:: 04-02-2014 ::
THE BEACH
(c) E.P. Robles
there were orange sherbet skies
a blanket of deep blue waves
and a white beach comforter too
I said to you my dear lover
let this be a dream for life
and never awake me or you
and i want you to know
deep within my heart
i never want you to go
let’s play with the water
and sing with the dolphin
i comb your hair with a shell
and darling never awake
dream upon my tan shoulder
and i will kiss you forever
:: 04-01-2014 ::
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