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January 18, 2024

ODE ON A GRECIAN URN

By EPRobles

WHEN I WAS A LITTLE boy

i knew no wisdom
i knew no hate
i knew no lies

WHEN I GREW UP

i understood history
i understood love
i understood truth

NOW AS I AM DYING

i know a lot will change
i know the world will be busy
i know my appointments are unanswered

POST-LIVE REVELATION

How so many live for the sake of beauty
How so many quietly die for martyrdom
How so many understand Ode on a Grecian Urn

:: 01.17.2024 ::

Poet’s Notes:

This poem, titled “LIFE AS A BEAUTIFUL SOUL,” explores the journey of life from childhood innocence to mature understanding and reflection on the complexities of existence. The structure of the poem is divided into three distinct phases: childhood, adulthood, and the contemplation of mortality.

In the first stanza, the speaker reminisces about their childhood, portraying a time of innocence and purity. The use of lowercase letters and short, straightforward lines reflects the simplicity of a child’s perspective. The absence of wisdom, hate, and lies in this stage suggests a state of blissful ignorance.

The second stanza marks the transition to adulthood, where the speaker claims to have gained a deeper understanding of history, love, and truth. This indicates the inevitable acquisition of knowledge and experience as one grows older. The use of “understood” implies a level of comprehension and awareness that comes with maturity.

The third stanza takes a poignant turn as the speaker reflects on the imminent end of life. The awareness of impending change, the busy world, and unanswered appointments conveys a sense of urgency and the fleeting nature of time. The speaker’s acknowledgment of these impending changes adds a layer of reflection on the transience of life.

The final stanza, titled “POST-LIVE REVELATION,” delves into broader themes. It contemplates how many people live for the sake of beauty, suggesting the pursuit of aesthetic experiences and appreciation. The mention of quietly dying for martyrdom adds a somber note, hinting at sacrifice and devotion. The reference to “Ode on a Grecian Urn” by John Keats suggests a connection to art, beauty, and the timeless nature of artistic expression.

Overall, the poem encapsulates the universal journey of life, from innocence to wisdom, with a contemplative gaze upon mortality and broader reflections on beauty, sacrifice, and the enduring impact of art. The use of concise and straightforward language contributes to the poem’s accessibility and emotional resonance.

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December 31, 2023

HOW LIFE IS THE BEST OF ALLTHE IMPOSSIBLE EXPERIENCES

By EPRobles

SHOULD you embark adorned with the flame within my lips,
my Soul lowers bloom, colors emerge as brilliant petals unfurl
Breeze sways, that soft touch, sunlight a dappling

Her fragrant air, nature’s tapestry, as bees hum
as Butterflies flutter, dewdrops kisses
Golden rays weave, flowers sway.

Should you enter to inaugurate the pace, the calling,
and in service, exist to dwell, to slumber, to savor all that’s forfeit,
from the castaway upon the shorelines,
to the cosmic expanse,
to the fervent orb aglow,
from the discarded, burgeon into luminosity,
life transmuted into solar vessels,
from the vanished, burgeon into a tree.

One for you disallows the gaze,
Prohibits trust, hearing, reliance on rendezvous’ grace.
One for you turns into a lone fragment,
Abruptly transforms into a mystery vast,
A voice from which a throat retreats in haste.

Night descends, dreams soaring above the luminance,
Dream’s limbs reaching for its coveted brilliance.
Ships, with forms akin to creatures, traverse the expanse,
I behold all, execute every act, believe each nuance,
Cease all, hear the symphony, depend on your mysterious dance.

One day, a night more impulsive, more spectral than a phantom,
In your ears, or perhaps your imagination’s anthem,
Where auditory meets visual, weaving enigmatic tales,
Language entwined with chimeras, left to the frigid gales,
Of clairvoyances, old torches, neglected and untraveled trails.

In whom does imagination find laughter’s embrace?
From eyelids beyond, impulses seek your trace,
To discover, to caress, to invoke your aid,
In a star within, a soul greater, in the body’s impulsive serenade.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her!

:: 12.30.2023 ::

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December 29, 2023

LOVELY STAR

By EPRobles

Hey lovely Star who burns bright
Hey, how you move me Hey, how you move me in night and day like winter and summer her flesh is angelic and our love caught in a shade — a tool / a devise of savior and i look up to Christ but my eyes burn me _ Hey, you…the angelic One i found no sex but somber thoughts killing for a position that fits me\ i won’t move shame: A TOOL a devise for savior i tried to look up to the skies but my eyes burn ~ looking fine i cried~ looking fine i cried
knowing I am okay…just fine

lovely star
you move me.

:: 12.29.2023 ::

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December 26, 2023

ALL OUR LOVE

By EPRobles

Beneath the boughs so green,
Where love and I recline serene,
And echo a joyous song,
To the bird’s melodious throng,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No adversarial wind,
Only winter and weather wild.

For those who spurn ambition’s chase,
And cherish the sun’s warm embrace,
Feeding on life’s simple fare,
Content with what is granted there,

Approach, approach, approach:
Here shall we find,
No foes unkind,
Only winter and weather wild.

For those who spurn ambition’s chase,
And cherish the sun’s warm embrace,
Feeding on life’s simple fare,
Content with what is granted there,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No foes unkind,
Only winter and weather wild.

In this haven of tranquil reprieve,
Where hearts and nature interweave,
A sanctuary free from strife,
Embracing the rhythm of simple life,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No tumultuous grind,
Only winter and weather wild.

As seasons change with a gentle hand,
Through the cycles, we understand,
The beauty in moments, both calm and reviled,
Embracing the dance of winter and weather wild.”’*

*BEAT, BEATH, BEATH, BAet iA LOVE!

:: 12.25.2023 ::

Beneath the boughs so green,
Where love and I recline serene,
And echo a joyous song,
To the bird’s melodious throng,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No adversarial wind,
Only winter and weather wild.

For those who spurn ambition’s chase,
And cherish the sun’s warm embrace,
Feeding on life’s simple fare,
Content with what is granted there,

Approach, approach, approach:
Here shall we find,
No foes unkind,
Only winter and weather wild.

For those who spurn ambition’s chase,
And cherish the sun’s warm embrace,
Feeding on life’s simple fare,
Content with what is granted there,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No foes unkind,
Only winter and weather wild.

In this haven of tranquil reprieve,
Where hearts and nature interweave,
A sanctuary free from strife,
Embracing the rhythm of simple life,
Approach, approach, approach:

Here shall we find,
No tumultuous grind,
Only winter and weather wild.

As seasons change with a gentle hand,
Through the cycles, we understand,
The beauty in moments, both calm and reviled,
Embracing the dance of winter and weather wild.”’*

*BEAT, BEATH, BEATH, BAet iA LOVE!

:: 12.25.2023 ::

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December 25, 2023

SORROW’S WAIL

By EPRobles

Upon yon hill whose sheltering hollow told

A mournful tale echoed by the distant dale,

My spirit bowed to hear the twofold fold,

And there I lay to catch the sorrow’s wail.

Ere long, a wan maiden, a heart turned frail,

Tore papers, shattered rings in anguished disdain,

A tempest in her world, sorrow’s wind and rain.

A woven hive of straw crowned her pale head,

A shield from the sun for her countenance worn,

Where fleeting glimpses of beauty once tread,

Now lingered, a carcass, faded and torn.

Time, with his scythe, youth’s bloom had not shorn,

Nor had youth completely its lease surrendered,

Some beauty through the lattice of age tendered.

Her napkin oft she raised to her tearful eyes,

Where characters of woe were carefully displayed,

Cleansing the silken symbols with briny sighs,

In a sea of sorrow where grief had waded.

She read the contents, her soul invaded,

And often cried in undistinguished woe,

In clamors both high and low.

Her gaze at times aimed at celestial spheres,

As if in battle with the cosmic intent;

Yet, her eyes sometimes tethered by earthly fears,

To the rounded earth, in submission, they were bent.

Then, their vision extended, to every place it went,

Nowhere fixed, mind and sight in distraction twined,

A disarray of thoughts and sights entwined.

Her hair, neither restrained nor formed in a braid,

Proclaimed in her a casual touch of pride,

Some strands untucked, by her hat gently laid,

Beside her pale and withered cheek they glide.

A threaden fillet some locks did abide,

True to bondage, unwilling to break free,

Loosely braided in negligent glee.

From a basket, a thousand treasures she drew,

Of amber, crystal, and beaded jet,

One by one into a river they flew,

Where she sat upon its weeping bank, her silhouette.

Like usury, applying wet to wet,

Or a monarch’s hands that withhold bounty’s fall,

Where need whispers some, excess begs all.

Folded schedules, she had many a one,

Perused, sighed, torn, and given to the flood,

Cracked rings of gold and bone, one by one,

Commanding them to find a mud-cloaked tomb they should.

More letters found, sadly penned in blood,

With silk sleek and affectedly adorned,

Sealed in secrecy, to curious eyes they were scorned.

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December 25, 2023

ISN’T IT SOMETHING

By EPRobles

Isn’t it something
how the sun rises
how the flowers sway
how the opinions of those
who hate never matter

Ha, isn’t it a thing
like a private joke
between you and me?

I go away sometime at night
where i’m elsewhere;
sometimes in a big house
other times on the shore
of a far flung place
where love lives

And now, this is a piece
of prose that never lost
faith in love’s strength
and how i describe Life
as a sculpture chiseled by
steady creative hands

And this is all for you;

keep it private
and cherish the love
and how simple words are
they express wonderfully
how life is_______

Isn’t it something?

:: 12.25.2023 ::

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December 23, 2023

HOW I LOVE YOU

By EPRobles

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Grief’s tap runs free, my eyes – no coin required,
For Sakhr’s sake, a boundless freshet’s worth.
Sleep, an exiled neighbor, dares not near,
Grit-kissed, I watch the stars, unbidden guest.
My tattered shawl, a shroud for shivering soul,
While comrades fall, beneath the desert’s breath.
His arm, a rampart for the faltering friend,
No lion’s maw more fierce in battle’s mesh.
Where bridled fire-manes snort a savage hymn,
He, leopard-swift, outstrips the sting of death.
Though dawn denies the echo of his name,
His song, a desert wind, whispers his fame.

:: 12.21.2023 ::

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December 15, 2023

THE UNIVERSE A CLOCK-WORK GRAND

By EPRobles

The Universe, a clockwork grand, in ticking silence whirls,
Where Nature’s hand and iron band, in endless waltz, unfurls.
Each spark, each gear, a measured dance, a cosmic ballet’s grace,
But entropy’s cold fingers prance, and steal the warmth of space.

Oh, Progress, siren of the mind, with promises so vast,
You tempt us with a future kind, a never-ending feast!
But hidden in your bright disguise, a truth that chills the soul,
For every bloom that heaven spies, a withered leaf takes toll.

The sun, a spendthrift in the sky, burns bright, then fades to gray,
His golden coins, they trickle by, to fuel the cosmic play.
And we, like moths, drawn to the flame, of innovation’s fire,
Chase phantoms in the endless game, till ashes quench desire.

An economy of endless thirst, a thimble held to sea,
Can quench the desert’s fevered burst, or drown eternity?
The laws of Nature, cold and stark, stand sentinels of time,
No mortal hand can leave its mark, no conquest can climb.

In finite fields, where shadows creep, ambition’s bloom must fade,
And lessons learned in slumber deep, beneath the stars are laid.
A world of whispers, secrets kept, in nature’s hidden lore,
Where entropy’s soft lullaby, bids chaos cease to roar.

So hush, dear soul, the siren’s song, and seek a different grace,
Where harmony and stillness throng, in Nature’s warm embrace.
Let wisdom bloom where daisies grow, in fields of sunlit peace,
And find in quiet depths below, a love that will not cease.

For in the dance of dusk and dawn, where shadows gently fall,
A deeper truth is whispered on, beyond the mortal thrall.
Not endless growth, but graceful bend, to life’s unyielding tide,
In hearts that love, and souls that mend, where passion finds its guide.

So let us live, with gentle hand, in Nature’s sacred trust,
And find in each grain of shifting sand, a love that cannot rust.
For in the hush, when shadows creep, and stars begin to gleam,
We’ll find our solace, deep and deep, in nature’s whispered dream.

:: 12.14.2023 ::

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December 14, 2023

TANGLED TRANSGRESSIONS

By EPRobles

My love, a spider’s web of sweet deceit,
Where virtue’s gaze deems passion’s touch a crime.
You loathe my shadows, yet in love’s dark heat,
Compare my blots to yours, etched deep in time.

Come, judge me not with lips that taste of lies,
Carmine stained, where vows like cobwebs cling.
Your love, a phantom, chased with hungry eyes,
Leaving hearts like husks, a hollow thing.

Let me adore you, as you crave the gaze,
Of strangers met in twilight’s sly embrace.
Plant pity’s seed within your soul’s cold maze,
Let it bloom tears when shadows paint your face.

For secrets whisper secrets in the night,
And virtue’s cloak can hide a serpent’s tongue.
So let us dance, in shadows and pale light,
Where love and sin are threads in one mad song.

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December 14, 2023

THE LOVER’S CRY

By EPRobles

A draught of sorrow, Siren-tears refined,
From depths within, where shadows darkly brood,
Applied to Hope, a bitter salve to bind,
And Fear, a tonic, where Desire had wooed.

What blunders danced within my blinded heart,
While bliss, a mirage, shimmered in the sun!
My eyes, unmoored, played a delirious part
In fevered dreams, a battle lost and won.

Yet, pain’s embrace unlocks a precious truth,
That evil’s kiss refines the good we knew,
And Love, reborn from ruins of uncouth Desire,
Ascends renewed, more potent, ever true.

So humbled, to my quiet I return,
Enriched by loss, a profit thrice the cost,
And find, in ashes, lessons yet to learn,
A purer flame, where heartache loved the most.

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