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May 3, 2023

Within The Concert Hall Alone

By EPRobles

[As I looked into the mirror, my reflection smiled back at me with eyes that were not my own.]

As I entered the abandoned concert hall, the scent of decay and neglect hung heavy in the air, sending shivers down my spine. The only source of light came from a flickering candle on a creaky wooden stand, illuminating the outline of a cello in the corner. I hesitated for a moment before picking up the bow and drawing it across the strings, unleashing a haunting melody that filled the room. Suddenly, I saw my reflection in the dusty mirror, my eyes now empty sockets and my flesh decaying, as I realized the cello had been playing me all along, summoning the spirits of the dead to claim me as their own.

:: 05.03.2023 ::

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April 30, 2023

Parfüm der Liebe (Love’s Perfume)

By EPRobles

My dearest’s eyes are nothing like the sun,
Her lips cannot match life’s red, not one;

If snow is white, her breasts are dun to sight,
Her hair like fire, red as stars delight.

I’ve seen roses, in colors bright and bold,
But none in her cheeks do I behold;

And in some scents there’s greater delight
than in the breath that from my love takes flight.

I love to hear her speak, though music’s strains

Which holds greater enchantment, ’tis truth I maintain;
I’ve ne’er seen a goddess, but my love walks the earth,
And when she treads, it’s with mortal girth.

Yet, by heaven, I deem my love so rare,
As any that false comparisons ensnare.

:: 04.30.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

The poem “Parfüm der Liebe (Love’s Perfume)” is a modern adaptation of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130, with some variations in wording and imagery. The speaker describes his lover in unconventional terms, comparing her to elements that are not traditionally associated with beauty. The contrast between the natural and the idealized forms of beauty is a central theme of the poem.

The first quatrain compares the lover’s eyes and lips to the sun and coral, respectively, and finds them lacking. The second quatrain continues the unconventional imagery, comparing her breasts to dun-colored snow and her hair to black wires. In the third quatrain, the speaker admits to having seen more beautiful roses than those found in his lover’s cheeks, and suggests that some scents are more delightful than the breath of his beloved.

In the final couplet, however, the speaker asserts that his love is rare and precious, even if it does not conform to conventional beauty standards. The poem suggests that true love transcends appearances and external attributes, and that it is the inner qualities of a person that truly matter.

Overall, “Parfüm der Liebe (Love’s Perfume)” is a thought-provoking adaptation of a classic sonnet that challenges traditional notions of beauty and love, and emphasizes the importance of seeing beyond appearances.

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April 30, 2023

What Love Opposed by Love?

By EPRobles

WHAT more? If by love then by heart.

If by beauty then by lust.

One by Soul as the other by action while perjured,

the Soul, that is called blame and extreme,

is but a soundless song bird and sinking sun.

Both lost by Light requesting new days.

:: 04.30.2023 ::

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April 19, 2023

Cocobel’s Upfront Adult Conversation

By EPRobles

Cocobel was sitting in his office when Diana walked in. He smiled at her and gestured to a chair. “Hey, what brings you here?” he asked.

Diana sat down, looking nervous. “Coco, I need to talk to you about something,” she said, fidgeting with her hands.

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” Cocobel asked, curious.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about our relationship, and I think it’s time we have a serious conversation,” Diana said, her voice shaking slightly.

Cocobel frowned, sensing that something was off. “What’s going on, Diana? You’re scaring me,” he said, leaning forward.

Diana took a deep breath and looked at Coco in the eye. “The truth is, I’ve been using you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been using your fame and fortune to further my own career.”

Cocobel’s heart sank as he realized what was happening. “What are you saying?” he asked, feeling betrayed.

“I’m saying that I never really cared about you, Willy. I only cared about what you could do for me,” Diana said, standing up. “I’m sorry, but I have to be honest with you.”

Cocobel stood up as well, his face twisted with anger and hurt. “Get out of my office,” he said, his voice low and cold.

Diana tried to apologize, but Cocobel wouldn’t listen. He called his security team and asked them to remove Diana from the premises.

As Diana was escorted out, Cocbel was left alone in his office, feeling broken and alone. He sat down in his chair, trying to process what had just happened.

After a few moments, he realized that he needed to focus on his work and his passion for creating new flavors and pushing the boundaries of the confectionery industry. He decided to put the incident behind him and move forward with his life.

In the end, Cocobel learned an important lesson about the importance of maintaining authenticity and integrity in relationships. He vowed to be more selective in choosing partners and to make sure that they were interested in him for who he was and not just his fame and fortune.

:: 04.18.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes: The chocolatier, named “Cocobel” for a chocolatier is a unique and rare name that combines “cocoa” with the French word for “beautiful” (bel). It evokes a sense of elegance and beauty, which could be fitting for a chocolatier who creates unique and beautiful confections.

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April 15, 2023

I NEVER THOUGHT OF MYSELF (Emily E. Dickinson)

By EPRobles

I cannot help but feel afraid
As I approach my final days

For what will happen when I’m gone?
Will life go on, or simply fade?

The world moves forward, ever on
In spite of all the pain and strife
It cares not for my fleeting breath
Or for the end of my own life

But though I fear what lies ahead
I cannot help but feel some peace
For I will join the countless dead
And all this life will one day cease

And maybe in that final sleep
I’ll find some rest, some sweet release
And though the world will still go on
I’ll be at peace, at last at ease.

:: 04.14.2023 ::

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April 10, 2023

The Little Thing

By EPRobles

WHAT are we looking for within our Lives?

What are you looking for within our Lies?

is it precious or just depression
that eats our Souls?

We wander within the veil of what we call Life

And squander precious moments
because of our fears

No  matter if youth or old age
the fear still remains

and we fear the little thing
once strong and monstrous
now called fear.

:: 04.09.2023 ::

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March 17, 2023

2000 Years Later

By EPRobles

Liquor flows upon rivers of deceit
The Earth formless and void in darkness
And the Spirit moved across the water
then Light

“It was good. Breathingh into lungs 2000
years later of asbestos.

03.16.2023 ::

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March 5, 2023

I am Vast as Expansive

By EPRobles

Vast as the rolling waves, I am
With the sea’s droplet approaching me, tender and calm
The siren’s song echoes, “I love you” through time
My soul depleted, eternally confined

Far I have traveled, across the seas and land,
Through tumultuous storms and barren sands.
To glimpse your form, to feel the warmth of your skin,
To bask in the radiance of your beauty, without and within.

For I cannot depart, without laying my eyes,
On the one I cherish, my heart’s true prize.
I fear the thought of goodbyes, of losing you forevermore,
Of being cast adrift, on the lonely sea’s endless shore.

So I wait here, vast and rolling,
With the sea’s droplet, my heart’s longing.
For the day when you will come to me,
And I will finally be complete, eternally free.

:: 03.04.2023 ::

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March 3, 2023

All Our Dreams

By EPRobles

That broken wheel, without a carriage or passenger,
whose journey is seen by most unreal eyes.

In that glimpse of forgotten reason,
you came to me as a good idea.

Begging my sleeping brain to be yours,
but the permanently attentive mind
could never yield.

So be it, in all our dreams
I am, the one who sees all four seasons.

:: 3.02.2023 ::

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March 1, 2023

Love, Loss, and Enlightenment

By EPRobles

Lost in love’s labyrinthine ways,
I wandered far in passion’s haze.
I gave my heart with wild abandon,
And prayed my love would never falter.

But in the end, betrayal came,
A dagger to my heart in flames.
I thought my love had been true,
But now I see, it was all askew.

I wept and raged, and cursed the fates,
For such a cruel and bitter fate.
But then, amidst the dark despair,
A glimmer of hope, a light so rare.

For in that moment, I realized,
That love is not just sunshine skies.
It’s also storms and raging seas,
That test our hearts and make us see.

That true love is not just sweet,
It’s also bitter, and complete.
For only in the depths of pain,
Can we find the light of love again.

So now I stand, enlightened and strong,
A survivor of love’s cruel song.
For though my heart may bear the scars,
I know that love can heal all stars.

And so I walk, with head held high,
A heart that’s open, and a soul that’s wise.
For though the road is long and winding,
Love is eternal, always binding.

:: 02.28.2023 ::

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