Tag Archives: #summer
A HOT SUMMER keeps my feet moving
BLUE WHALES never know how to do dancing
summer days but it's alright you know it's
all right i say to the ocean life
CRAZY ways how people cope within
precedents of their behavior
the beggar and the banker alike
holding out eager hands for money
but the street walk cooks the ankles of
women and skaters in shorts -- but it's alright
Boy with a slinky drops his toy oh oh oh
down the Fairlane it goes passing by pedestrians
worshipping shopping and bus routes along the way
oh ah oh ooh — slinky don’t go / down a city drain
and into the labyrinth of under belly Souls.
Faith baY-baY-bee.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
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i would be your love
if love was to be had.
i would have half of
love if love had me.
To show my precious
heart….to be so kind
and still as a flower
as no other ever saw:
grown and brilliant
in mire and growing
till the day my
petals were gone___
i would be your love
if i were to be had
i would be half of me.
To give my precious
kisses in morning’s dew
and nighttime hugs
always and forever.
:: 06.20.2022 ::
:: 06.20.2022 ::
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AGES of restless furnances
dancing among their own flames
eating death by untold wars
The Soul: a great warrior
and Earth the expansive battle-
ground that wring the necks of
evil ones; stamping & dancing
to kill the flames, vile hands
mottled flesh and skin.
Across the blue skies a Peace
while men scream and women cry;
babies giving up the life of youth
for the grave — turns the heads of
lambs!
while young men turn old and gnaw
their fingers; never praise madness
when it is madness of no purpose!
:: 07.05.2020 ::
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\what of love? What of hate?
i say no word as no one knows
shall see & feel the (k)not —
of what i need___
grinning and begging
are hands-machine-like
hearts of no good too
quick i know this !
oh never coming down
from this cloud; is hands
is work since born is good
//so should’a so should have
-things nothing i say
a pregnant size of one good
Yes completely Kind____this
immeasurable anguish like the
scent of summer flowers of always
their flowers of stone so silently
singing.
:: 07.03.2020 ::
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love curved within a flame
ember dancing heart
exquisitely soft
and words?
From a northern wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
pressed lips
and winter that summer
always with you!
:: 09-15-2015 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #poetry, #summer, #winter | posted in #love, #summer, #winter
WHICH way to Summersville
where the sun never stops aglow
wish-may I could go — all day
and bask in summer glow
You say the fire follows
Me muse-way what I love about you
Fire starter kindling my heart
Lets stay in Summersville till May
And the sun burns its tales
and spreads its love across the world
And the sun yearns for its lovers
and dreads the stuff of broken hearts
And the sun can stay
and the fun inside
remains all our lives
And the sun can stay
and the months can fly
but our love is here to stay
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 