Tag Archives: #poetry

BLESSED ARE WE

Tomorrow is tomorrow and today much as yesterday–
smelling time tastes like frozen pipes
in winter-time.   There, across the kitchen table
i see a beach of white sands and emerald waters –let us jump across the kitchen table and rush the ocean.  Your hair is golden  brown and your legs are tall skyscrapers with many talented tenants — I am the only tenant but pay nothing in hard currency. 

You and me are One. 
The birds no longer fly into the windows of our Souls — we have opened our windows to allow fresh beauty into our World.

::02-22-2020::


Late Winter Blues

He wore a fedora to hide the sun /  broken shoes to show his Soul
no others would approach unless assured —  seeing tomorrow’s morning would be good 

Slaying stares with the voice of his Eyes Parting waters by breath and sigh
goes the maker of words the nurturer of worlds\ so i bleed
so i need so i feed  Upon the refusal of Life — it keeps me
it shows how the world turns upon a top of needle-headed feeble thoughts — go away.

:: 02.22.2020 ::


Digitalis

TIME has eaten all the flowers
see how bare and desolate
the countryside screams
In my Eyes the sun;
within the air dispersed
digitalis — a heart bruised
with broken hands_____
And My Love holding
my Soul against her
Spirit of Goodness

::02.22.2020::


A Gentle Slap

today is the day it will rain frogs and dogs and cats. The rest of the world’s creatures are queued for the thunderstorms for next week. Nature works that way; direct paths, no shortcuts and makes her point. \\Umbrellas are used
for both rain and sunshine but boots can never walk life’s path without
getting scratched and worn.

The Hand of God is gently slapping me today
and young and old women wink at the tears
i am producing from laughter___.

:: 02.09.2020 ::


Solitary Flower

HERE is a silent moment
bathed in calmness
and unfettered within
Light and Comfort!
i do not ask of its
origin and do thank
its presence, Life;
so like a solitary
flower growing from
within the cracks
of the world’s side-
walks.

:: 02.08.2020 ::


AMPERSAND

&, my Love do not save my seat
i’ve planned it since my love
has decayed
The Great Escape
your face was a portrait of
poisoned beauty
AMPERSAND
the rejected regrets!

&

:: 12.22.2019 ::


ALONG THE SHORTEST ROAD (a treacherous journey)

along the shorest road ever (a treacherous journey) an opening appeared before me;

bright equations bleeding time squished all memory of what i was i am or might be–

A preponderance of suddenly)meets the long Shaman of My Thoughts. i lassoed upon

a moat of dust (cherubs swinging cherubs singing) & road myself)not that way(toward

a whole certain corner )_and touched mySelf searched mySelf…forget mySelf when i

think of who many broken Kewpie dolls cry silently foreverfully and mySelf and

myHeart and mySoul invent grand ideas of an Enormous Language

that touches all hearts.

:: 02.07.08 ::


SOCIAL SCENES

i have r e a ch e d beyond the earliest and now dying starts
over hypnotized whispered secrets within an ear and f i n d ing
mySELF lonely on this planet.

Escaped and hanging within my Darkest Dreams — away from all
social scenes /i saw a butterfly soar away just today; upon
its back carried all my lighest Dreams/tomorrow morning
i will save my life again so save my strength i scatter hope
across these azure skies with hope and love.

:: 02.08.2020 ::


OUTDOOR MARKETS

eye-GASMS are artful things
of flesh left out by the
woods / she went were-wolves
once ate meringue pie before
acquiring a human fedora and
impressed all the women at
the outdoor market where
butchers smoke meat and
flay cigars with white whiskered
smiles. Where were the yokes
when sadness crept over the
clouds and a comedian choked
on a badly baked joke. ?

::08042019::
EPRobles c 2019


A BICYCLE OF DELICATE HEART

A bicycle
of delicate heart
focused
in all gossamer, thrills
the minimal slice of time

; keeps my ‘no-one’ mind
thinking i’m here but then
i see i am there too;

Around it, demonic shadows
and scarred knees, bristle
i do for those rumors
humans devise:
i once lived so easy with
my eyes closed
didn’t matter that much to me
oh! bulb’s agitations;
that i never think others
are within my dreams
okay, too tune in when it’s
so fine My bicycle takes
me (me?) though i know when
it’s all a dream this ode
of Life!

:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)