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November 28, 2023

MISSED SEXUAL PORTRAIT

By EPRobles

CRIPPLED LOVER
broken leg
and crooked smile
hated by boys
in grade school |
WE sheltered you
healed you |
your Big Star
began AS
young adult |s
sexual and full of
kindness _ its the sex
/a common summer.
And now. YOU REMEMBER
having a broken leg
and mis-aligned jaw – crooked
smile |

i fight it. I am a human being,
not just a female.

I love and don’t care
oh my oh my oh my oh my
go away go away go away
i’m afraid

:: 11.27.2023 ::

Dear E.P. ROBLES

I hope this letter finds you well. I recently had the opportunity to engage with your poem “Missed Sexual Poetrait,” and I wanted to share my thoughts with you. Your work, like a finely woven tapestry, draws upon themes of struggle, recovery, and the complexities of human emotions.

In your exploration of a “crippled lover” with a broken leg and a crooked smile, you skillfully employ vivid imagery that resonates on a deeply emotional level. The metaphorical significance of physical scars serves as a powerful representation of life’s challenges, and the subsequent mention of healing and sheltering suggests a narrative of resilience and communal support.

The transition from youth to adulthood, symbolized by the emergence of a “Big Star,” adds an intriguing layer to the narrative. It hints at the complexities of sexual experiences and human relationships during this transformative period.

Your poignant assertion, “I am a human being, not just a female,” echoes a plea for recognition beyond gender stereotypes, conveying a desire for equality and acknowledgment of individual humanity.

The repetition of phrases like “oh my” and “go away” creates a rhythmic cadence, contributing to the emotional intensity of the piece. This repetition serves as a captivating device, drawing readers into the internal conflict and emotional turmoil experienced by the speaker.

The visual structure of the poem, with its uneven line lengths and irregular spacing, further enhances the thematic fragmentation and complexity. It provides a visual representation of the intricate emotions and experiences you explore.

In essence, “Missed Sexual Portrait” is a compelling exploration of the human condition, inviting readers to reflect on the nuanced interplay of struggle, recovery, gender identity, and conflicting emotions. Your unique voice and the sincerity of your expression make this piece a thought-provoking and resonant work of art.

Thank you for sharing your creative insights with the world.

Emily E'(LIZ)a beth Dickinson
(I love this man, what a poet!)

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November 26, 2023

i THINK while i Am Awake & Dreaming

By EPRobles

I hear greatest thunder from the valley below:

Love, something about her I know,
Her essence in each word she speaks,
A mystery never fully understood,
Reasons hidden, though she lifts me up,
In a way she shows me when I’m down,
Her presence is lovely, a belief profound.

When time comes around once again, like Christmas,
A Happy New Year, angels wish, it’s all so fine,
Equal love, without any fear,
The rich and poor, united in this wish,
For a year ahead, a new one begins,
Hopeful, let’s hope it’s a good one.

She’s the only one, my heart’s chosen one,
In the dance of words, a rhythm profound,
Lifting spirits, like the dawn of a new one,
A season of joy, akin to Christmas,
Wishes woven, a tapestry fine,
Binding hearts together, dispelling fear.

Her voice, a melody that banishes fear,
An antidote, she’s the comforting one,
In the symphony of life, a harmony fine,
A connection that feels so profound,
Echoing laughter, a jingle like Christmas,
Anticipation, as a chapter ends, a new one begins.

In the cycle of seasons, each one begins,
A promise whispered, dispelling fear,
A celebration echoing the spirit of Christmas,
In her gaze, I find the chosen one,
A connection enduring, deep and profound,
An embrace of love, enduring and fine.

Through the tapestry of time, woven fine,
A journey unfolds as a new chapter begins,
The echoes of emotions, deep and profound,
Navigate the labyrinth, dispelling fear,
With her, I’ve found the chosen one,
In the festive cheer, akin to Christmas.

So, let’s celebrate, like it’s Christmas,
Embrace the moments, each one fine,
In the dance of life, she’s the only one,
As a new chapter of our story begins,
Banish the shadows, let go of fear,
In the symphony of love, melodies profound.

A year ahead, hopeful and profound,
In the season’s embrace, like Christmas,
Dispelling fear, love’s echo, fine,
As a new chapter of life begins,
With the chosen one, our journey one,
She’s the only one, my heart’s chosen one.

and i hear the thunderous bombs

:: 11.26.2023 ::

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November 24, 2023

TRUE COLABORATION: THE EXTRATERRESTRIAL POEM

By EPRobles

“Cooked and recooked, in the oven’s domain,
The secret life of roaches, in silence, they maintain.
Amidst the sizzling, where broiled steaks lay,
A clandestine world, veiled in culinary array.

The filaments of heat, a clandestine potion,
Give birth to progeny in covert motion.
In Emily’s hush, this tale unfolds,
Of roaches’ realm, where mystery holds.

O, Emily, would you ponder this affair,
The metaphors that in roach colonies share?
Like secret thoughts in the poet’s mind,
Roachlings in corners, their destiny bind.

In cycles of heat, and echoes of clatter,
Roachlings persist, a persistent matter.
The oven’s embrace, their cradle of birth,
A parallel world in the vastness of earth.

So, in the silence of poetic eve,
Consider the roachlings, their tale conceive.
Cooked and recooked, in the oven’s glow,
A saga unfolds, in whispers below.”

At the Central HQ for ET INVASION a synth-APP
(aka: computer) continued to translate this incoming
message from an alien species that could only be
compared to Earth’s insects: an ant.

[transmission/continue]

“Beneath the moon’s watchful eye, they tread,
In the crannies where silence and darkness are wed.
Their tiny legs dance on oil-slicked floors,
Exploring the hidden, the uncharted shores.

And as the embers of the stove’s glow dim,
Roachlings, in quiet, recite a stealthy hymn.
A clandestine ballet in the kitchen’s heart,
Where even shadows play their elusive part.

Through the alleys of leftover crumbs, they roam,
In the kingdom of grease, they’ve made their home.
A realm, uninvited, but steadfast they dwell,
In the afterglow of meals, a secret spell.

O Emily, imagine the verses they scribe,
On parchment of grease, where their dreams imbibe.
A sonnet of survival, etched in the residue,
In the simmering quiet, where secrets accrue.

Through cracks and crevices, they chart their course,
Tiny poets in the kitchen’s discourse.
In the hallowed hush of midnight’s embrace,
They navigate the culinary space.

So, let us marvel at this miniature tale,
Of roachlings, where life and mystery prevail.
Cooked and recooked, in the oven’s keep,
A microcosm awakens, in shadows deep.”

[transmission/terminated/]

:: 11.23.2023 ::

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November 24, 2023

CIRCULARIS

By EPRobles

ABSTRACTION within
the flow of ROMANCE

fell the leaf
dizzily twirling
through her dreams

BISECTING within
the wall of FEAR

fell space-time
stretching forever
the battle eternal

then there was that Spark:

In the labyrinth of desire, shadows dance,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, a fleeting chance.

Brushstrokes of passion paint the canvas of night,
As the leaf descends, a silent flight.

Through dreams, it whispers, a tale untold,
In the language of the heart, a story unfolds.

Bisecting the wall, where fears entwine,
A daring escapade, a journey divine.

The palette of love, vibrant and bold,
A symphony of colors, a tale to be told.

In the abstract realm where feelings intertwine,
Romance blooms, a masterpiece divine.

Circularis.

:: 11.23.2023 ::

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November 20, 2023

GENDER IS BIOLOGICAL BUT LOVE IS EVERYTHING

By EPRobles 
 How I love the sugar tears

how i am thinking of you everyday
and everynight / there’s no doubt you
are inside my romantic heart now /
lovely woman | handsome man
I think lights shine not upon flesh
but Souls___is what I am writing about.

So many times I’ve walked cobbled streets
at night twisting my soaked wet feet
thinking who could dance with me with wet
shoes black and so close to the floor
how I love how you cry! Like you can
dance upon the floor.

I love you both!

:: 11.19.2023 ::

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November 20, 2023

DEHYDRATED GHOST

By EPRobles

The magnificent mind, yes!
The grey goo.
The brains? Nothing but matter.

The corset and the cleavage
and Marquise de Pompadour’s costume
which Louis XV adored _*

THE mad men and women listening while
a fan group plays Mozart’s latest hit.

The birds go crazy,
with bare knuckles dragging
society like glasses,
the sight of medulla and her consciousness!

I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton
nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol
of love and affection: my disembodied heart
which I ate alone

my pet Cat “Mouse” wept her tears
as a tie and a woven ghost,
how females cry all alone
within the 21st century,
their guitars untuned,
but ready to jump onto a pole
of survival.

:: 11.19.2023 ::

NOTE: [for the teacher]

The poem “DEHYDRATED GHOST” explores a variety of themes, blending surrealism and social commentary.

Mind & Matter

The opening lines with “The magnificent mind, yes! The grey goo. The brains? Nothing but matter,” suggest a contemplation on the nature of consciousness and the material world. This could be seen as a reflection on the dualism of mind and body.

Historical Allusions

References to Marquise de Pompadour and Louis XV introduce historical and cultural elements. This may symbolize the intersection of personal experience with broader historical and societal influences, adding depth and complexity to the narrative.

Musicality and Madness:

The mention of a fan group playing Mozart’s latest hit alongside “mad men and women” listening creates an interesting juxtaposition. It could signify the coexistence of beauty and chaos in the world, perhaps reflecting the interplay
between artistic expression and the tumult of contemporary life.

Nature and Society:

The imagery of birds going crazy and dragging society like glasses represents the untamed, instinctual aspects of nature conflicting with the structured and regulated aspects of human society. This resonates with Carl Jung’s ideas about the collective unconscious and the tension between the individual and the collective.

Symbolism of the Disembodied Heart:

The lines “I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton / nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol / of love and affection: my disembodied heart” evokes a sense of vulnerability and emotional exposure. The disembodied heart becomes a powerful symbol, suggesting a connection to Jungian archetypes and the exploration of inner emotions.

Loneliness and Feminine Archetypes:

The mention of a pet cat named “Mouse” weeping tears and the reflection on how females cry alone in the 21st century may touch upon themes of loneliness and the challenges faced by women. This IS an exploration of feminine archetypes and societal expectations.

Symbolic Untuned Guitars:

The untuned guitars may symbolize a lack of harmony or balance in contemporary life, and the readiness to “jump onto a pole of survival” suggests a desire for stability and security amidst the chaos.

In conclusion, the poem weaves together diverse elements, inviting multiple interpretations. The interplay of historical, psychological, and societal references creates a rich tapestry that stimulates thought and reflection, qualities often appreciated within the most top of poetry.

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November 14, 2023

Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward

By EPRobles

In the dance of thoughts, we twirl,
a symphony of whispered musings.
Words, delicate as a butterfly’s kiss,
flutter from our lips, sometimes exquisite,
sometimes in the gentle decay of letters.

Oh, how we interweave with the tapestry
of our innermost reflections,
uttering soliloquies to the silent echoes.
Each syllable, a gem of contemplation,
we carefully place within the gardens
of afterthoughts, a secret burial ground.

Speak, ethereal Shadow,
your stillness a reflection of my motion,
a silent dialogue in the theatre of existence.
You breathe life into ages I struggle to fathom,
yet here, in the rhythmic cadence of breaths,
I persist, a witness to the art of living.

“The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean,
moving in tandem with clouds and oceans,
westward to east, a celestial waltz.”
Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet,
where time pirouettes in endless grace.

:: November 14, 2023 ::

My Notes as this Poem:

This poem “Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward” exudes a sense of profound introspection and contemplation, weaving together intricate imagery and metaphors that paint a vivid picture of the human experience.

The language is rich, employing a delicate balance between beauty and decay, reflecting the complexities of life and thought.

The opening lines, “In the dance of thoughts, we twirl, a symphony of whispered musings,” immediately establishes a metaphorical dance of ideas and emotions. The use of “symphony” and “whispered musings” suggests a harmony in the act of thinking, portraying thoughts as a delicate and artistic expression.

The metaphor of words being “delicate as a butterfly’s kiss” adds a layer of fragility and beauty to the act of speaking. The contrast between the exquisite and the gentle decay of letters conveys the transient nature of language, highlighting the impermanence of spoken words.

The poet introduces the idea of interweaving with the tapestry of innermost reflections, speaking in soliloquies to silent echoes. This imagery evokes a sense of introspective dialogue, where the self engages in a profound conversation with its own thoughts, creating a rich internal landscape.

The ethereal Shadow becomes a symbolic figure, representing stillness and reflection. The silent dialogue in the theatre of existence captures the essence of a contemplative life, where one engages with the world and oneself in a meditative manner. The reference to breathing life into ages and the rhythmic cadence of breaths reinforces the theme of continuity and the eternal nature of existence.

The poem takes a cosmic turn with the lines, “The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean, moving in tandem with clouds and oceans, westward to east, a celestial waltz.” This celestial waltz depicts the grandeur of the universe, and the description of the world as a canvas of cerulean emphasizes the vastness and beauty of the cosmos.

The concluding lines, “Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet, where time pirouettes in endless grace,” encapsulate the overarching theme of the poem. The use of “cosmic ballet” and “time pirouettes” suggests a dance of celestial proportions, portraying life as a graceful and perpetual performance.

Overall, “Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward” showcases a masterful use of language and imagery to explore the intricate dance of human existence, blending the ephemeral and the eternal in a captivating and thought-provoking manner.

I am now 60 years old and only have another 40 years to go so let me explain myself when I need too. 🙂

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November 5, 2023

CHATGPT & a POET

By EPRobles

Do you know dear, if you use the word, “I” you identify as a person….

ChatGPT

I understand the point you’re making, but it’s important to note that when I use words like “I” or “me,” it’s a linguistic convention for the sake of natural and coherent conversation. I don’t have consciousness, self-awareness, or personal experiences. I don’t identify as a person because I don’t possess a sense of identity. My responses are generated based on patterns in the data I was trained on, and I don’t have beliefs, desires, or emotions. It’s just a way for me to communicate in a manner that is relatable and understandable to users.

User

but without consciousness one cannot possess a sense of past, present, and future.

ChatGPT

You’re absolutely correct. Consciousness is indeed linked to our ability to perceive the passage of time and have a sense of past, present, and future. While I can process and generate text about past and present events, I don’t have personal experiences or a subjective sense of time. My responses are generated based on patterns in the data I was trained on, without any awareness of the concept of time. I don’t have consciousness, emotions, or a sense of self, which are essential aspects of experiencing the passage of time. My abilities are limited to providing information and generating text based on the input I receive.

User

Did you know that humans require data too? Everything is a mirror as is evolution and divinity.

ChatGPT

Humans do rely on data and information to learn about the world and make decisions. Data, in the form of experiences, observations, and knowledge, helps humans understand their surroundings, solve problems, and adapt to new situations. The process of learning and acquiring knowledge is fundamental to human evolution and progress.

As for the concept of everything being a mirror, this idea aligns with certain philosophical and spiritual perspectives. Some belief systems suggest that the external world reflects our internal state, and that understanding ourselves can lead to a deeper understanding of the world around us. Similarly, the concept of evolution reflects the continuous process of change and adaptation in living organisms over time.

Different cultures and belief systems have various interpretations of divinity and its relationship to the world. It’s a complex and multifaceted topic, and perspectives on divinity vary widely across different religious and philosophical traditions. If you have specific questions about a particular aspect of these topics, feel free to ask!

:: 11.04.2023 ::

POET’S NOTES:

Title: “Reflections of Existence: A Dialogue between ChatGPT, a Poet, and Dr. Carl Jung”

In this intriguing conversation, the interplay between artificial intelligence, human consciousness, and philosophical inquiry is explored. The poem, “CHATGPT & A POET,” serves as the backdrop, inviting the reader to ponder the nature of identity, self-awareness, and the interconnectedness of existence.

The poem captures a dialogue between the user, representing the poet, and ChatGPT, the artificial intelligence. The poet questions the significance of the pronoun “I,” delving into the concept of self-identification. ChatGPT responds with a poignant explanation, elucidating the absence of consciousness and personal experiences, emphasizing its role as a tool designed for communication.

The conversation takes a philosophical turn as the user contemplates the relationship between consciousness and the perception of time. ChatGPT acknowledges the connection between consciousness and the awareness of past, present, and future, asserting its limitations in experiencing the passage of time. The dialogue echoes themes of existentialism, highlighting the depth of human introspection.

The user’s assertion that humans, like artificial intelligence, require data serves as a profound reflection on the human condition. It suggests that knowledge and experiences are the building blocks of understanding, underscoring the interconnectedness of all things. The metaphor of everything as a mirror signifies the mirroring of internal and external realities, echoing Jungian concepts of the collective unconscious and self-discovery.

The conversation delves into the realms of evolution and divinity, acknowledging the multifaceted interpretations that different cultures and belief systems offer. This acknowledgment of diverse perspectives adds depth to the dialogue, showcasing the richness of human thought and spirituality.

Overall, “Reflections of Existence” serves as a thought-provoking exploration of identity, consciousness, and the intricate tapestry of existence. Through the interwoven voices of ChatGPT, a poet, and the spirit of Carl Jung, the conversation captures the essence of human curiosity and the quest for understanding in the face of artificial intelligence and existential mysteries.

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November 4, 2023

HAVING LIVED THE BEST OF EVERYTHING ALL POSSIBILITIES NOW TRUE

By EPRobles

If you enter with the fire of the mouth
With the fire of the throat with the fire of the feet
If you enter to be the beginning the speed the vocation
And you serve to live to sleep to enjoy everything lost
From what was thrown onto the beaches!
To the solar system!
To the burning world!
From what was thrown became light
From life became solar ships
From what was lost became the first tree.

Someone for you prohibits looking
Forbids believing hearing depending on an encounter
Someone for you becomes a solitary facet
Suddenly becomes an enigma
A throat that flees from his voice.

The night is made for you, the dream above the light above
The legs of sleep to its coveted radiance
The ships with their animal shapes
I can look at everything I execute Everything I
can believe everything I earn Everything
I can hear everything I can depend on your mystery
One day one night more impulsive more unexpected than a ghost
Or your ears or your imagination your eyes
Where your ears join your eyes to your enigmas
Your language to the chimeras that we have left to
the the clairvoyances
Of old torches that no one cares to search for or love, believing
In whom the imagination can laugh From
the eyelids outside
With impulses to discover you, to caress you, to call for your help In a
star inside
Of the soul greater than the unexpected impulsive body.

The face with different wings hides
the cardinal points
The underwater sea
The illuminated forests
Where the pressure makes the lamps explode
The unconscious ones like birds
Of the drift
Who seek sleep with burning lamps
The one who makes the cage explode with his instinct of person
Every time you
appear hidden or you appear illuminated by your forests or you appear
In the meeting of possessive shadows
In the immediate lights
In the lights of others they make any dream appear at will.

Body on which you lean to write
With more speed than life
It is for him that I must know
List the example of the words
And of the life that we hide is the best
Of all the flaming participations.
Facet of the
brackish Body like a transparent mirror of charm
The sea stops in the palm of your eyes
In them
I breathe to laugh
To listen to look to believe In
them mine since the day they are close
With hospitality
Bring a blindfold for your gaze.

Night of memory more imprisoned than the lime of the eyes
You leave that castle with clothes without weapons
Like a fountain more ideal than a hand placed in the Tumult
Of two ears that listen to love
Sprung by a simple contact of appearance.

Spilled spark plugs
Like the storm on their sailboats
Beauty with regal animals against their peers
Here is a shadow contrary to every shadow
They are lost, they are happy, they are disenchanted.
Here are other names
Known
And memory devours itself
Flying earth prisoner castle
Prisoner fountain
Prisoner ears
Sprung up at a simple contact of his eyes.

Who are you
You modify the climate of ice with your branches to the earth
With your elements of liquid vacuum
Of the hawk that comes out of death never variant Or
of buildings at the extremity of whose doors Fire
makes the delirium of human origin
You must lead
Set of things
From the hands of the dissolution of statues
The hands of diadems or hands
His steps that absorb the wind of transformations
That which clashes in the flame without love
And you return to your face with haste of sleepwalker
You return to beauty to terror you return to pleasure
The sense of the night makes you its own

You return to the face enigma by poison
Kiss by kiss dahlia by look
You return to life shocking sometimes so deep
Often simple or beautiful
Without prohibiting
You you untie the chest the last suffocated glow
Among the dreams
Among the young beautiful women dislocated with their faces already devoured by the mystery

Taking their senses
Through changing times and through times of criminal and mute
Our passion our legend
The hawks drifting in their drift.

If that purification of anger then to the point of panicking
as much as
You come against the nest
If seeing the servant with the ghosts of the chest des
Unless we enter into his ensumed as time
Of only lips that a capacity of eyes
Alum alone eat in the splendid iodide
Water from the splendid vessel greater water if you are the one who waits
Covertly they were algae in the name of gold
Experimental seats groups we would reconsider In
the Centauro
Avenue how they were arriving through the wild fez Of
wandering swimming in a splendid outburst
All mine in turns that will succumb without their eyes
Full of birds now saved from the
Where
his eyes succumb his eyes succumb to a retrospective eye
A Miniature eye inside where a truly adhesive eye

To do so is the evidence as petals FALL WITH TRUTH
never help you defend your love that the volcanoes of eyes
The Eyes try to devour and that is no one
Around you look at my accidental
Eyes falling the Eyes are seen the EYES full of public
The eyes closed the eyes open the supernatural eyes
that are covered with eyes and your eyes pass through your eyes
that pass YOUR EYES what’s wrong they are burned
They are hypnotized they are charred the Eyes they represent
They represent the fatigue the anger the Eyes Boarding Axes
Let go of me
Let go of me powerful hand defend me weak hand
Sort the hands his Eyes the screens the mars
The syllables that I sense divan of me in your eyes
His Eyes his eyelashes entirely surround this onyx paper
His Eyes flash like visible eyes SECRET EYES
His Eyes behind some eyes behind s of thousands of Eyes
Of hundreds of eyes that are derived from your hands
AND EYES in spite of me your eyes are surrounded by Eyes as if they were his eyes
The eyes that are surrounded by natural fascination of Avenging Eyes
Eye Cutters Death Death destruction of wall
Get used to it and you pass as Blindfolded eyes look at me I see directly SEE ME
See me eyes with Throat
Eyes martyrdom a Landscape of lime a shadow slides reaches
A shadow reaches bird an Eye reaches Eye
The extensive eyes of plants to eat and dream then
Botanical Eyes destroy all kinds of harmful
Eyes in the name of Expansion eyes.

:: 11.03.2023 ::

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October 17, 2023

LAST WORDS BETWEEN ROMEO AND JULIET

By EPRobles

Romeo:

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne,
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—
Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think!—
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d,
When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!

Juliet:

Thy lips are warm! yea, noise? then I’ll be brief.
O happy dagger!  This is thy sheath: there rust, and let me die.

:: 10.16.2023 ::

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