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June 10, 2024

Moonlight Sonata – A Poetic Interpretation

By EPRobles

Adagio sostenuto (First Movement)

In the still of night, where shadows dance,
A melody unfolds, a mournful trance.
Soft whispers in the moon’s gentle light,
A serenade of sorrow, pure and bright.

The keys weep softly, like tears on glass,
A tale of heartache from the distant past.
Each note, a sigh, a breath, a plea,
Echoes of a love that used to be.

Through the darkness, a flicker, a spark,
A glimmer of hope in the depths of the dark.
Yet the night remains, serene and still,
A canvas of dreams, a longing to fulfill.

Allegretto (Second Movement)

A playful interlude, a brief reprieve,
From the melancholy, a moment to believe.
The dance of shadows, a delicate play,
A waltz of light in the breaking day.

Joy peeks through, a fleeting glance,
A momentary pause in sorrow’s dance.
The heart lifts, if just for a while,
A gentle smile, a tender guile.

But the joy is brief, a passing phase,
A whisper of dawn in a moonlit haze.
Yet in that moment, hope is reborn,
A promise of light in the coming morn.

Presto agitato (Third Movement)

A tempest arises, a storm of sound,
A fury unleashed, emotions unbound.
The keys thunder, the heart races,
A whirlwind of feelings, no traces.

Passion ignites in a fervent blaze,
A tumult of thoughts, a frenzied maze.
The soul cries out in wild despair,
A clash of dreams in the midnight air.

Yet within the chaos, a truth reveals,
The power of love that never yields.
In the storm’s eye, a calm, a peace,
A glimpse of eternity, a sweet release.

:: 06.09.2024 ::

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April 11, 2024

Toccata and Fugue in Dm, BWV 565 by J.S. Bach

By EPRobles

In shadows deep, where whispers lie,
A haunting melody fills the sky,
Notes cascade like raindrops fall,
Toccata’s touch upon the soul.

Does what it pleases.

In D minor’s somber key,
Bach’s masterwork sets spirits free,
Organ pipes with solemn breath,
Sing of life, of love, of death.

Fugue arises, voices entwined,
Counterpoint in harmony defined,
A dance of themes, a cosmic play,
Where light and shade in concert sway.

One i can say, one and one is Me.

O Bach, your music timeless soars,
Through vaulted arches, ancient doors,
Echoes linger, ethereal and grand,
In every chord, your genius stands.

Toccata and Fugue, divine embrace,
In each resounding, sacred space,
A symphony of depths profound,
Where Bach’s spirit forever is found.

Bach holds your arms until you feel
his fever___

Through swirling mists of ages past,
This opus holds its spell steadfast,
Bridging realms of earth and sky,
In Bach’s immortal lullaby.

So let the Toccata’s thunder roll,
And Fugue’s intricate whispers extol,
A legacy that shall endure,
Through centuries, steadfast and pure.

So, you must be creative hold me___

In shadows deep, where silence gleams,
Resonates the composer’s dreams,
Toccata and Fugue, eternal flame,
In Bach’s resplendent, timeless name.

As final chords softly fade away,
The spirit of his music will forever sway,
In hearts and minds, a lasting chord,
Of beauty from the keys of our Lord.

:: 04.10.2024 ::

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February 21, 2024

A LITTLE MOZART FOR THIS NIGHT

By EPRobles

In the hush of twilight’s tender embrace,
Where stars adorn the velvet sky above,
Let me serenade you with whispered grace,
To the melody of undying love.

With Mozart’s Piano Concerto in D Minor,
As our symphony, our hearts entwine,
Each note a testament to love’s sweet ardor,
In every chord, your hand fits perfectly in mine.

As fingers dance upon ivory keys,
A sonnet of devotion softly sings,
In every crescendo, love’s story we seize,
A timeless ballad that forever clings.

So let us waltz through moonlit dreams,
Where passion’s fire forever gleams,
In the echoes of Mozart’s divine score,
Our love shall flourish forevermore.

LL 92,21,2924 LL

02.21.2024

Notes for students and teacher:

My written poem demonstrates a profound mastery of language and imagery, creating a rich tapestry of emotions that transport the reader to a realm of timeless romance and musical beauty.

I skillfully employ metaphors and poetic devices to evoke a sense of intimacy and passion. The use of twilight’s tender embrace and stars adorning the velvet sky sets a romantic scene, while the serenade with whispered grace to the melody of undying love captures the essence of eternal affection.

The incorporation of Mozart’s Piano Concerto in D Minor adds depth and sophistication to the poem, elevating the themes of love and devotion to a higher artistic plane. The comparison of love to a symphony, with hearts intertwining like musical notes, portrays a harmonious and profound connection between the lovers.

The imagery of fingers dancing upon ivory keys and a sonnet of devotion softly singing speaks to the poetic soul of the narrator, weaving together the realms of music and literature in a seamless blend of artistry.

The closing stanzas beautifully encapsulate the enduring nature of love, as the couple waltzes through moonlit dreams and passion’s fire forever gleams. The reference to Mozart’s divine score symbolizes the timeless quality of their love, which shall flourish and endure for eternity.

Overall, this poem showcases the poet’s ability to craft exquisite verses that resonate with beauty, passion, and profound emotion, earning them recognition as a noble laureate in the realm of poetry.

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August 6, 2023

THE ROMANTIC ONE

By EPRobles

A most elegant broken-
gait melody by key
my melancholy love,
Nocturne #15 in
F Minor speaks
my dusty soul,
Opus 55 #1.

My soulful pain
written in tones
by the romantic
one named Chopin

Showed me his room.
Said, “sit anywhere.”
“I saw no chair”
so I walked upon
a road isn’t it good?
Tonight alone I saw
the bright moon
so good.
I slept in a burrow
and woke up good.

:: 10-13-2014 ::

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July 10, 2023

LA CATEDRAL (In Two Verses)

By EPRobles

(Free Verse)

In the realm where love’s melodies reside,
There blooms a song, like a heavenly tide,
“La Catedral” whispers tales of amour,
A ballad of passion, forever to endure.

Within its notes, a symphony takes flight,
A serenade enchanting, kissed by moonlight,
As fingers dance on strings, soft and tender,
They weave a tapestry, a love so splendor.

Oh, how this melody captures our hearts,
A timeless verse, a masterpiece of arts,
The guitar weeps, each strum a lover’s sigh,
Caressing souls, beneath a starlit sky.

In the cadence, echoes of love’s embrace,
A sacred bond, two souls interlace,
Notes intertwine, like lovers in a dance,
Guided by the moon’s alluring romance.

La Catedral, a sanctuary of devotion,
In its hallowed chambers, hearts find a notion,
Of love’s resplendence, ever so divine,
An eternal flame, forever to shine.

With each arpeggio, love’s story unfolds,
As passion’s tale in symphonic hues molds,
Whispered vows echo through the cathedral’s walls,
A love unbreakable, as the music enthralls.

So let us sway to this romantic tune,
Underneath the moon, bathed in love’s cocoon,
For “La Catedral” carries our desires,
Igniting flames of love, like eternal fires.

Together, we’ll create our own love’s sonnet,
As this sweet melody lingers, never to forget,
Forever bound in the enchantment it bestows,
In the realm of love, where our hearts eternally glow.

:: 07.10.2023 ::

(Sonnet)

In love’s enchanting realm, a melody sways,
“La Catedral” weaves its romantic spell,
A ballad of passion that forever stays,
Within our hearts, where true affections dwell.

Soft notes cascade like moonbeams on the breeze,
Their gentle touch ignites a lover’s fire,
In arpeggios, whispers of ardor tease,
Creating a symphony of love’s desire.

With each sweet chord, two souls find their embrace,
Their hearts entwined, harmonious and true,
In sacred rhythm, love’s essence finds grace,
As melodies entwine, forever anew.

“La Catedral” weaves a sonnet divine,
A timeless ode to love, forever thine.

:: 07.10.2023 ::

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March 3, 2023

The Music of Words

By EPRobles

Viola: If love is God, then I have met Him in Glory.
Violin I: Oh lovely life, oh my love, I say I adore you.
Violin II: Tears weep from my mouth in all I feel, seeing you.
Cello and Double Bass:

My dear, I am honored to be here with you now.
The seasons were long, and suns came up and went
Silently beneath my wishes.
Oh, I saw you in the sparrow and the green, tallest grasses, my sweetest love.
And now, we are together!

The angels sing:

Oh, if love be but God, then Him in Glory
Have I beheld, my heart with joy alight!
Oh life, my love, thee do I adore,
All in thy gaze, my being takes delight.

Tears of purest joy, from lips that flow,
When thou art by my side, all feelings blend.
My sun, my soul, my guiding light, I know,
In thy presence, my being doth transcend.

Seasons pass, long and silent in their sighs,
As suns rise and set with every breath I take.
But in thy love, my sweetest wish now lies,
All dreams and hopes in thy embrace doth make.

In sparrow’s flight, and greenest grasses bright,
Thy presence I see, my heart’s true delight.

Together now, my dearest, forevermore,
Our love, a symphony that shall endure.

rev: 03.03.2023 ::

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October 8, 2022

A New Word a Day

By EPRobles

BE it lithium light
from the sun
OR the grand field
of poetic words
i know not
but do know this:
Learning a new
Word a Day is as making
a long lasting friend.

:: 10.07.2022 ::

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September 22, 2022

The Baron and His Piano

By EPRobles

“The blood is the life!” she kept repeating in one of her more melancholy moods.
“The blood is the life.”

One morning, The Baron lost a finger during a sword practice.
He knew instantly what it was.
He quickly grabbed his sword and prepared himself for the oncoming stampede.
The Baron desperately asked for a priest to come and put the finger back.
The Baron, at that moment, felt he must know a way to get back his lost finger.

The Baron’s badger, as he is named, knew of a way to put the finger back and give the Baron the use of it again. It was the way to get back at Elspeth.

The Baron started to practice his routine in the morning, at noon, and then again at night.
After a few days of practice, the Baron’s badger noticed a change in The Baron’s behavior.
It appeared as if he was under the power of the ring.
For the first time in his life, The Baron was performing and caring about what he was doing.
For the first time in his life, The Baron had a goal to be achieved and felt he was a man who deserved to have a sword at his side.

On the sixth day, The Baron attacked Elspeth.
She fled to her bed, screaming as she passed out of pure fear.
The Baron knew that she wouldn’t wake up again.
The Baron was angry.

Elspeth’s quick recovery from the kiss earlier in the day was a dark sign.
The Baron asked for no more amorous interruptions.
“I demand a wedding ring!” The Baron growled as he fought off the rest of the band.
The Baron defeated every band member, destroyed the bar, and spent the rest of the evening stripping the bodies of all valuables and firewood.
The Baron did not return home until morning.

The Baron had a plan.
The servant.
The servant realized that he was being manipulated by a ring.
He knew if he went to The Baron, the Baron would never wear the ring again.

And the Baron would never play piano again.

:: 09.21.2022 ::

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August 8, 2020

NEVER

By EPRobles

TO never solve miracles of science
TO never have crawled out of a c–ave
somber thoughts
although some are a blessing
to a curse
some ensure military solutions
never understood words : but if
i ever lose my love | IF i ever lose
my Faith …my faith in you |
come home with me…that i may fill
my arms with you.

:: 08.07.2020 ::

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July 27, 2020

NO AUDIENCE NEEDED

By EPRobles

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i found two feet walking along a shoreline called Mississippi River and there was not a breeze or sound: the world was frozen. Blue ice.
So i began my journey there.
found colors, notes and feelings,
a catfish caught on a line; i saw
the water and skies moving gently
across my soul; this i did and i
had no feelings — it was spectacular
to view. Caught out of time and wonder
-ing what love could ever be as this.
i am not wishing. I am not granting.
I am not human. I am not anything you
can comprehend. I am alone.

Alone.

No audience needed. I write for myself.

:: 07.27.2020 ::

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