Tag Archives: #love

December 26, 2023

ALL OF 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 ::

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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 25, 2023

SORROW’S WAIL

By EPRobles

Upon yon hill whose sheltering hollow told

A mournful tale echoed by the distant dale,

My spirit bowed to hear the twofold fold,

And there I lay to catch the sorrow’s wail.

Ere long, a wan maiden, a heart turned frail,

Tore papers, shattered rings in anguished disdain,

A tempest in her world, sorrow’s wind and rain.

A woven hive of straw crowned her pale head,

A shield from the sun for her countenance worn,

Where fleeting glimpses of beauty once tread,

Now lingered, a carcass, faded and torn.

Time, with his scythe, youth’s bloom had not shorn,

Nor had youth completely its lease surrendered,

Some beauty through the lattice of age tendered.

Her napkin oft she raised to her tearful eyes,

Where characters of woe were carefully displayed,

Cleansing the silken symbols with briny sighs,

In a sea of sorrow where grief had waded.

She read the contents, her soul invaded,

And often cried in undistinguished woe,

In clamors both high and low.

Her gaze at times aimed at celestial spheres,

As if in battle with the cosmic intent;

Yet, her eyes sometimes tethered by earthly fears,

To the rounded earth, in submission, they were bent.

Then, their vision extended, to every place it went,

Nowhere fixed, mind and sight in distraction twined,

A disarray of thoughts and sights entwined.

Her hair, neither restrained nor formed in a braid,

Proclaimed in her a casual touch of pride,

Some strands untucked, by her hat gently laid,

Beside her pale and withered cheek they glide.

A threaden fillet some locks did abide,

True to bondage, unwilling to break free,

Loosely braided in negligent glee.

From a basket, a thousand treasures she drew,

Of amber, crystal, and beaded jet,

One by one into a river they flew,

Where she sat upon its weeping bank, her silhouette.

Like usury, applying wet to wet,

Or a monarch’s hands that withhold bounty’s fall,

Where need whispers some, excess begs all.

Folded schedules, she had many a one,

Perused, sighed, torn, and given to the flood,

Cracked rings of gold and bone, one by one,

Commanding them to find a mud-cloaked tomb they should.

More letters found, sadly penned in blood,

With silk sleek and affectedly adorned,

Sealed in secrecy, to curious eyes they were scorned.

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December 25, 2023

ISN’T IT SOMETHING

By EPRobles

Isn’t it something
how the sun rises
how the flowers sway
how the opinions of those
who hate never matter

Ha, isn’t it a thing
like a private joke
between you and me?

I go away sometime at night
where i’m elsewhere;
sometimes in a big house
other times on the shore
of a far flung place
where love lives

And now, this is a piece
of prose that never lost
faith in love’s strength
and how i describe Life
as a sculpture chiseled by
steady creative hands

And this is all for you;

keep it private
and cherish the love
and how simple words are
they express wonderfully
how life is_______

Isn’t it something?

:: 12.25.2023 ::

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December 21, 2023

F U R I O U S F E E L I N G S

By EPRobles

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[mama, i’m in rags she says, ‘pack your bags.’

My Love, these words, like wind in leaves, they crowd,
But find no rest, no bough where they can sing.
In you, a soul on mountains born and proud,
My voice takes flight, on silken whispers cling.

This book, a map where paths of two souls bend,
Where echoes of our laughter softly stray.
Though dawn may break, my absence won’t transcend,
Each line will bear the ghost of me all day.

The lamp, a lone eye dimmed in twilight’s hold,
Shall hum a tune of longing, bittersweet.
The bed, where whispered secrets once were told,
Will sigh, a lullaby for dreams we meet.

Don’t question why these verses seek the stream,
The tulip’s fire, the whispering of stone.
I wove my love through every sunlit beam,
Made echoes of my heart in fields unknown.

For in each star, your name a whispered prayer,
Across the night my fragrance lightly steals.
And when they turn these pages, unaware,
They’ll find your face, where every sentence heals.

Forget the world, its murmurs light and brief,
Their fleeting praise a rustle in the leaves.
Your greatness, Love, with mine finds sweet relief,
A hidden wellspring, where the spirit weaves.

The world, a path half-shadowed, cold and grim,
Without your eyes, a barren winter spread.
But in our souls, a song of fire we hymn,
A summer bloom, against the frost, instead.

So let these rhymes, like frosted branches meet,
A bridge of whispers, strong and clear and true.
For on this ridge, where sun and shadow greet,
Our love shall bloom, forever born anew.

12|21|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 15, 2023

THE UNIVERSE A CLOCK-WORK GRAND

By EPRobles

The Universe, a clockwork grand, in ticking silence whirls,
Where Nature’s hand and iron band, in endless waltz, unfurls.
Each spark, each gear, a measured dance, a cosmic ballet’s grace,
But entropy’s cold fingers prance, and steal the warmth of space.

Oh, Progress, siren of the mind, with promises so vast,
You tempt us with a future kind, a never-ending feast!
But hidden in your bright disguise, a truth that chills the soul,
For every bloom that heaven spies, a withered leaf takes toll.

The sun, a spendthrift in the sky, burns bright, then fades to gray,
His golden coins, they trickle by, to fuel the cosmic play.
And we, like moths, drawn to the flame, of innovation’s fire,
Chase phantoms in the endless game, till ashes quench desire.

An economy of endless thirst, a thimble held to sea,
Can quench the desert’s fevered burst, or drown eternity?
The laws of Nature, cold and stark, stand sentinels of time,
No mortal hand can leave its mark, no conquest can climb.

In finite fields, where shadows creep, ambition’s bloom must fade,
And lessons learned in slumber deep, beneath the stars are laid.
A world of whispers, secrets kept, in nature’s hidden lore,
Where entropy’s soft lullaby, bids chaos cease to roar.

So hush, dear soul, the siren’s song, and seek a different grace,
Where harmony and stillness throng, in Nature’s warm embrace.
Let wisdom bloom where daisies grow, in fields of sunlit peace,
And find in quiet depths below, a love that will not cease.

For in the dance of dusk and dawn, where shadows gently fall,
A deeper truth is whispered on, beyond the mortal thrall.
Not endless growth, but graceful bend, to life’s unyielding tide,
In hearts that love, and souls that mend, where passion finds its guide.

So let us live, with gentle hand, in Nature’s sacred trust,
And find in each grain of shifting sand, a love that cannot rust.
For in the hush, when shadows creep, and stars begin to gleam,
We’ll find our solace, deep and deep, in nature’s whispered dream.

:: 12.14.2023 ::

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December 14, 2023

TANGLED TRANSGRESSIONS

By EPRobles

My love, a spider’s web of sweet deceit,
Where virtue’s gaze deems passion’s touch a crime.
You loathe my shadows, yet in love’s dark heat,
Compare my blots to yours, etched deep in time.

Come, judge me not with lips that taste of lies,
Carmine stained, where vows like cobwebs cling.
Your love, a phantom, chased with hungry eyes,
Leaving hearts like husks, a hollow thing.

Let me adore you, as you crave the gaze,
Of strangers met in twilight’s sly embrace.
Plant pity’s seed within your soul’s cold maze,
Let it bloom tears when shadows paint your face.

For secrets whisper secrets in the night,
And virtue’s cloak can hide a serpent’s tongue.
So let us dance, in shadows and pale light,
Where love and sin are threads in one mad song.

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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 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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