JUST when my heart begins
to rest upon a thought
of you;
a rustling wind dances
with trees upon this night
with me;
and the clouds separate
with beams of moon rain
with us;
our hearts take flight
with the evening flock
of flying wishes
to soar across the
best of hills
:: 07-05-2015 ::
…then like thoughts
~~~ those bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
needs i thunk;
thought;
THINK! And blue-sky,
trueWHY : because it first
receives sunlit hopes
to dry bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
thoughts / needs i know
:: 07-03-2015 ::
A butterfly sang
wingingly above
the lake of tonight
singing “so love the
firefly” and dipped
a tip of wing into
the heart of you
And the stadium of
ripples applause
all love and life
— too /the dark
stormy clouds of
all your thoughts\
You don’t love me
:plainly seen within
the space of your
eyes; unlike these
stars tonight
And if I can I should
forget you and still
love how the butterfly
sang: “You love me
my dear, so plain
and I keep a taste
of nectar just for
your heart my love”
:: 07-02-2015 ::
FREE is a spirit unleashed
by all conventional thoughts!
Love kisses the air of all
expansive-nature unbounded
by prison walls: the sun,
her buzzing bee of life!
Children of our own past
— we were and some are
the golden honey of stars!
and a universe inviting us
if we should ever grown up!
:: 06-23-2015 ::
I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning; just
me and I, defined by hands
wringing doubt
I found the meaning of every
moment — dark; a love letter
of life never written and a
soul of white heat
It kept my tears neat
So, I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning!
Just me and doubt.
:: – ::
AND so my love shall we be
the wings of a butterfly
dipping nectar -see?
Shall we gather nuts
as the squirrel does
before wintery days?
I wish — may I?
To be the crashing waves
of any shoreline!
Or the dew so heavy
it collapses the leaf
of a morning break!
So, love, what shall we
be? Doves? To spread
our wings upon the hope
of peace — yes, dear.
That is us!
:: – ::
THAT tear i wish to be
so pure a true drop-see
an innocent expression from me
made peace sad apple bite
my heels; burned in stiletto
but my dress falls neatly
a walk from here
to –> there
And ageless tears see
each frame-flash desired
a numbWe mySoul be
a l w a y s!
I wish a rain to dance within
just me and cloud-thunder
that only an Eye-God sees
What I am inside always!
:: – ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
MISIDENTIFIED
Jesus!
No! Not YOU, the one who
lives on 5th and MLK Street
but bares a cross across
his chest and two bullet
wounds upon his back.
Jesus!
Yes! You! When’s the BBQ?
I have three crucified chickens
and one pig burned at the stake
waiting for the hungry masses
who forget their prayers at
night.
Who’s bringing the beer?
“Jesus”
:: 07-03-2015 ::
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