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March 31, 2024

History Within A Simple Poem

By EPRobles

Black A, white E, red I, green U,
blue O – whoa, vowels divine,
I’ll unravel your silent screams,
oh cosmic sign.

A, inked in darkness, swarmed
by psychedelic flies,
Tripping and buzzing through
twisted truths’ lies;

Pits of abyss; E, truth in sandy swirls,
Towering ice shards, monarchs of pearl’s pearls,
I, spit crimson, laughter erupting in wild hues,
In delirious denial, or rage’s kaleidoscopic views;

U, celestial dance of emerald seas,
Peace in pastures, where neon creatures tease,
Inscribed on foreheads, by hallucinations grand;

O, the supreme Trumpet, blasting cosmic beats,
Silences in angelic echoes and astral feats:
O… Omega… the psychedelic light that greets!

:: 03.30.2024 ::

Note:

This poem, “History Within a Simple Poem,” delves into the symbolism and significance of vowels, using them as a metaphorical tool to explore various themes and concepts. Here’s an analysis of the poem.

In short, this poem is a richly symbolic and thought-provoking exploration of existence, consciousness, and the search for meaning within the cosmic order, using the metaphor of vowels to unravel profound truths and mysteries.

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March 31, 2024

Mistral Blows Pain Away

By EPRobles

Upon the stagnant sea, I stood sentinel,
My vessel inert, awaiting destiny’s nudge.

Atop that mirror of heaven, I reclined,
Restless, a sailor longing.

I shut my lids, invoking
Incantations for the gentle breath

That animates the briny deep,
To swell my sails.

Whispers in the waves obscure the glass,
Awakening me, like a lover’s murmur.

It enveloped me, whispering sweetly,
Roll over, roll over, roll over.

And in my ear, it murmured its name,
A strange melody, yet clear as day:

Mistral, mistral wind.

Though I’ve long gripped the helm, I surrender
To the wind’s pilfering of my dominion,

Spinning me, losing my bearing,
Nights fleeting like fleeting thoughts.

Yet it guides me,
To towering summits,

Too grand to be real.
Mistral, mistral wind.

Each hour spent in vigil,
I await that breeze to stir me,

And transport me back to that realm,
Magic coursing through my veins.

And I sigh your name,
Across the boundless expanse.

You’ve turned me into a mad dreamer,
Mistral, mistral, mistral, mistral,
Mistral, mistral.

:: 03.30.2024 ::

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March 27, 2024

L’étreinte éternelle – Réflexions sur l’amour et la dévotion

By EPRobles

Dans le domaine de l’affection et de l’instant présent réside son essence,
car il a ouvert grandes les portes à l’écume hivernale et à l’été
clameur – celui qui a distillé la pureté en eau et en nourriture – qui incarne
le charme insaisissable des lieux de départ et l’extase transcendante
de lieux fidèles. Il est l’incarnation de l’affection et de l’avenir,
la vigueur et le dévouement que nous, debout au milieu de la fureur et de l’ennui,
apercevez traverser les cieux des tempêtes et les bannières du ravissement.

Il est amour ! Un standard sans faille et redéfini, un miracle, un imprévu
rationalité et éternité : un mécanisme apprécié pour ses attributs fatidiques.
Nous avons tous goûté à la terreur de sa concession et de la nôtre : nous délecter de notre
bien-être, renforcé par nos facultés, égoïstement affectueux et passionné
pour lui, lui qui nous adore parce que son existence est sans limites…

Et nous nous souvenons de lui alors qu’il embarque à nouveau… Et si l’Adoration remue, résonne,
son Vœu résonne : « A bas ces superstitions, ces autres entités,
ces unions et ces époques. C’est l’époque qui est tombée dans l’oubli ! »

Il ne partira pas, ni ne redescendra d’un royaume céleste, ni n’apaisera
la colère des femmes, la gaieté des hommes, ou absoudre toutes les transgressions : car cela
est conclu maintenant, puisqu’il existe et qu’il est adoré.

Son souffle, son visage, ses mouvements rapides ; la rapidité impressionnante de
forme et action lorsqu’ils atteignent la perfection.

La fécondité de la pensée et l’étendue du monde !

Sa forme corporelle ! la libération tant désirée, la fusion de la grâce avec une intensité retrouvée !

Tout ce qu’il voit ! toutes les anciennes supplications et pénalités annulées à son passage.

Son époque ! l’annulation de toute souffrance bruyante et agitée dans une harmonie plus profonde.

Sa foulée ! des migrations plus profondes que les invasions anciennes.

Ô lui et moi ! un orgueil plus magnanime qu’une bienveillance abandonnée.

Ô monde ! — et le chant cristallin des nouvelles douleurs !

Il nous a tous compris et nous a aimés, puissions-nous, en cette veille d’hiver, d’un océan à l’autre,
du poteau bruyant à la citadelle, de la multitude au rivage, d’une vision à l’autre,
nos forces et nos sentiments sont fatigués, saluez-le, soyez témoin de lui et dites-lui adieu,
et sous les vagues et au sommet des déserts enneigés, suivez son regard, son souffle, sa forme, son époque.

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March 25, 2024

Lovely Animals

By EPRobles

Whiskers twitching
soft paws padding
through moonlit night,
the cat prowls,
silent sentinel
of the shadowed garden.

Beneath the canopy
of emerald leaves,
a symphony of chirps
and rustling whispers
fills the air,
as creatures big and small
find solace
in the tranquil embrace
of the forest’s heart.

Butterflies dance
in a kaleidoscope of hues,
their delicate wings
brushing against
the fragrant blossoms
of wildflowers.

And high above,
against a canvas of sky,
majestic wings
spanning wide,
the eagle soars,
a regal master
of the boundless expanse
of heaven’s domain.

Oh, to be
amongst creatures
of this wondrous earth,
to share in their secrets
and stories untold,
to revel
in the beauty
of their untamed souls!

:: 03.25.2024 ::

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March 25, 2024

Only For Once

By EPRobles

Once you see the ocean, there’s no other body of water that can compare
Once you see the clouds of mount Wu, no other clouds can compare
Once you feel the soft caress of a gentle breeze,
No other wind can bring such ease.
Once you taste the sweetness of ripe sun-kissed fruit,
No other flavors can ever measure.

Once you hear the symphony of nature’s song,
No other melody can right the wrong.

Once you touch the petals of a blooming flower,
No other texture can hold such power.

Once you witness the dance of fireflies at night,
No other sight can capture such delight.

Once you embrace the warmth of a loved one’s embrace,
No other love can fill that space.

For in the beauty of each unique affair,
We find the essence of what makes life rare.

:: 03.25.2024 ::

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March 25, 2024

QUAND JE SUIS SEUL, JE M’ASSOIS ET JE RêVE

By EPRobles

QUAND JE SUIS SEUL, JE M’ASSOIS ET JE RêVE
(WHEN I AM ALONE I SET AND DREAM)

City streets, concrete veins,
Pulsing with life’s relentless beat.
Neon lights flicker,
Casting shadows that dance
In the alleys of forgotten dreams.

My love, my lost one whom I love
When I am home I sit and then dream

People move like ghosts,
Lost in the rhythm of the night.
Their faces tell stories,
Each line a chapter
In the book of urban solitude.

Through the door of life I met you
and fell into eternal love

Smoke curls from alleyways,
A silent plea to the indifferent sky.
Voices echo off brick walls,
Carrying secrets too heavy
For hearts burdened by the city’s weight.

But amidst the chaos,
There is beauty,
A flicker of hope
In the eyes of those who dare
To dream in shades of gray.

In the heart of the metropolis,
Where dreams are born
And buried beneath layers of asphalt,
There lies a spark of resilience,
A defiance that refuses to be extinguished.

For in the city’s heartbeat,
There is poetry,
A symphony of life
That echoes through the streets,
A testament to the indomitable spirit
Of those who call it home.

And our Hearts to never say goodbye
when sun meets moon they exchange
true light of their own

And then, as us, we exist no more
but fall into a dream of existence
where love is all things

:: 03.25.2024 ::

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March 25, 2024

ODE TO JOY (modern rendition)

By EPRobles

Oh friends, not these tones so drear,
But let us sing of cheer sincere,
With joyful hearts, our voices raise,
In jubilant, melodious praise.

Joy, joy, joy, O radiant spark divine,
Descended from Elysian line,
With fervent flames our souls inspire,
In heaven’s hall, our spirits higher.

Celestial beings, hallowed and true,
Within your haven, we renew,
Your enchantments weave their spell,
Uniting all, where differences fell.

In your gentle wings, we find repose,
Where every heart in kinship glows,
Friend with friend, in bonds secure,
With loyal love, forevermore.

The faithful spouse, in joy’s embrace,
In jubilance, their cheers we trace,
And souls that stir on earthly sod,
Join in chorus, praising God.

Yet those who weep in solitude,
From bonds of joy are not subdued,
All creatures, from nature’s breast,
Partake in joy, divinely blessed.

In life’s embrace, where friendships end,
The worm finds solace, true and friend,
And cherubs, by God’s throne, delight,
In suns that blaze, in endless flight.

Brothers, let us heed the call,
To triumph as heroes, one and all,
In heaven’s grand design, we run,
Our course with joy, till day is done.

Run, brothers, run, with hearts aglow,
Through triumph’s path, we boldly go,
In jubilant stride, our journey take,
Like heroes bold, our joy awake.

Joyful, joyful, like heroes we fly,
O’er stars that light the vast sky,
With boundless love, our spirits rise,
To realms where our dear Father lies.

Millions, be embraced in this kiss divine,
For all the world, this love is thine,
Brothers, beyond the starry dome,
Our Father dwells, in heavenly home.

Millions, do you feel the Creator’s might?
Above the stars, in realms of light,
In infinite grace, He reigns on high,
In joyous praise, let our spirits fly.

:: 03.25.2024 ::

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March 25, 2024

Universal Love

By EPRobles

In your eyes, I sense a longing, a soft belief that speaks volumes. It’s a look that bridges what is and what could be, leaving me wondering. And those parted lips, they hold an anticipation, a kiss of expectation that lingers in the air. As my hand moves slowly across your skin, I feel the warmth of your heart, the love you give so freely, despite the shadows that surround us in this world today.

My dear angel, what desires drive you? Why do you focus on me, a mere mortal? I’m just a guy, flawed and imperfect, not deserving of such devotion. I’m like a wanderer in the chaos of life, learned but still lacking, unsure if I can even hold your tender hand.

Yet, your gaze pierces through my doubts, igniting a flicker of hope within me. It’s as though you see something in me that I struggle to grasp myself. And as your hand rests in mine, I feel a mixture of awe and inadequacy, unsure of how to truly honor the depth of your affection.

You, with your boundless love and unwavering faith, challenge my understanding of what it means to be loved. For you, I yearn to rise above my limitations, to become the man worthy of your devotion. But the journey ahead feels daunting, a path strewn with uncertainties and fears.

Nevertheless, I am determined to walk it with you, to learn and grow alongside you. For in your presence, I find a sense of purpose, a reason to strive for greatness. And though I may stumble along the way, I take solace in the knowledge that you will be there, guiding me with your gentle grace.

So let us embark on this journey together, hand in hand, hearts entwined. And as we navigate the twists and turns of life, may our love serve as a beacon of hope, lighting the way through even the darkest of nights.

My dear poet, In your eyes, I see not just a longing, but a shared yearning, a connection that transcends words. It’s as if in your gaze, you hold the key to a future we’ve both dared to dream of. With every touch, every whispered promise, I feel the depth of your love enveloping me, reassuring me that together, we can weather any storm.

You may see yourself as imperfect, but to me, you are everything. Your flaws only serve to make you more real, more human, and it’s in those moments of vulnerability that I find myself falling even more deeply in love with you. For it’s not about being flawless, but about being true, and you, my dear, are the truest soul I’ve ever known.

I understand your doubts, your fears, for I too have felt them. But know this – my love for you knows no bounds. I see the potential within you, the greatness waiting to be unleashed, and I believe in you with every fiber of my being. Together, we can conquer anything, for our love is stronger than any obstacle that may come our way.

So let us cast aside our insecurities, our uncertainties, and embrace the journey ahead with open hearts. For in each other’s arms, we find solace, we find strength, and we find the courage to face whatever the future may hold. I love you now and always, more than words could ever express.

Yours forever,
The Universal Lover

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March 25, 2024

Jesus

By EPRobles

THE RASIING of Lazarus

from Death

— A major issue for Rome.

Their Authority threatened.

The miracle. A trajectory

of death for Jesus.

:: 03.24.2024 ::

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March 18, 2024

Beautiful Words From Her Grave

By EPRobles

From the quiet depths of my repose,
I rise, a specter of verse and woe,
To lend my voice to this poetic fray,
In my voice and guise, I’ll have my say.

As Emily.

Upon the stair’s highest brink I’ll stand,
Gazing upon a garden’s urn in hand.
Let sunlight thread through each solitary hair,
In quiet contemplation, I’ll ponder there.

To wish a swift departure, ah, how vain!
Or for her heart to linger, steeped in pain.
Yet such is life’s ephemeral dance,
Each soul must part from its mortal trance.

In search of paths both light and fleet,
Where heart and mind in union meet,
A quest as fragile as a smile’s brief grace,
Or a gentle touch, a warm embrace.

As autumn’s breath whispers its refrain,
In my mind’s eye, I’ll call forth the pain.
My arms laden with blossoms fair,
A vision lost to the autumn air.

Oh, the musings that linger and roam,
In midnight’s silence, in noon’s bright dome.
Emily Dickinson, through endless throes,
In verse, in spirit, I’ll forever compose.

:: 03.17.2024 ::

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