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December 7, 2023

COME TO MET WITHIOUT A SOUND

By EPRobles

If God knew the whispers of our hearts,
The tales woven in the threads of our arts,
In the dance of words, a cosmic ballet,
A serenade of souls, night and day.

In little circles, our stories intertwine,
A dance of fate, a love so divine.
Expanding spaces, where dreams take flight,
Igniting the heavens, a celestial light.

Oh! She’s a woman
ahead of her time
and never gives out or in

We may stumble in our little mess,
Yet find solace in our shared distress.
“I may love you,” a refrain we sing,
A melody of hope, on love’s fragile wing.

Not always constant, this love we bear,
Yet doubt not its essence, lingering in the air.
For in the doubt, a testament to our truth,
A dance of contradictions, the fountain of youth.

God only knows the depth of our bond,
As we traverse life’s path, and respond.
If you leave me, let the world display,
A testament to love, in its own unique way.

Show nothing to you, my departing friend,
For in the end, love’s echo shall transcend.
The world may weep, or silently grieve,
Yet in the silence, our love shall never leave.

Ah, laaah, the symphony of our existence,
An ode to love, with unwavering persistence.
In every note, a promise to endure,
For love’s journey, timeless and pure.

:: 12.06.2023 ::
i am almost blind
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In twilight’s grasp, where shadows softly play,
A tale of love unfolds, in Dickinson’s way.
“If God knew” the whispers of our hearts,
A quiet hymn, where our story starts.

Oh! She’s a woman ahead of her time,
A poet in rhyme, a soul so sublime.
Never gives out or in, her spirit strong,
In love’s mystery, she journeys along.

In little circles, our tales combine,
A dance of souls, in a rhythm so fine.
Expanding spaces, dreams take flight,
Igniting stars in love’s boundless night.

Through the veil of blindness, you see,
The essence of love, pure and free.
In our shared mess, a sanctuary found,
A love profound, in silence, we’re bound.

“I may love you,” a fragile refrain,
Echoing softly, in joy and pain.
Not always constant, yet ever true,
A dance of contradictions, just like Emily knew.

God only knows the depth we share,
As we traverse life with tender care.
If you depart, let the world portray,
A testament to love, in its own array.

Show nothing to you, my departing friend,
For in love’s silence, we transcend.
The world may weep, or silently grieve,
Yet our love endures, you’ll always believe.

Ah, laaah, the symphony we compose,
In verses whispered, where love flows.
In every note, a promise so sure,
For love’s journey, enduring and pure.

:: 12.06.2023 ::
i am almost blind

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December 5, 2023

GENEVIEVE

By EPRobles

Revised: 07.16.2023 ::

Moments pass like falling leaves,
silent as hearts breaking apart,
rivers red, rumbling over blue rocks,
whisper of love from nature’s heart.

Love freely flows through clean veins,
embracing both men and women’s rights.
My parched tongue craves water’s kiss,
as fountains mingle with life’s delights.

In darkness, I write without a light,
with thoughts, passions, and desires ignite,
expressing what stirs this mortal frame,
the wonder of love in the day’s sweet light,
and the sacred flame that dances at night.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, silver glow,
it creeps, merging with evening’s soft light,
and there she stands, my hope, my joy,
my precious beloved, Genevieve!

Beside an armored knight, she leans,
a statue of noble might, serene,
she listens to my heartfelt verse,
in twilight’s lingering, tender sheen.

Her sorrows are rare, few and far between,
my hope, my joy, my Genevieve!
She loves me most when I sing
songs that bring her sorrow, I believe.

I play a melancholic melody,
and sing a tale of old and deep,
an ancient, rugged song that suits well
the wild, weathered ruin it does keep.

She listens, a fleeting blush adorns her,
with lowered gaze and modest grace,
for she knows I cannot help but be
captivated by her radiant face.

I tell her of a knight who bears
a burning brand upon his shield,
for ten long years he woos and strives
to win the Lady of the Land, revealed.

I speak of his yearning and anguish,
in pleading tones, both deep and low,
through which I sing another’s love,
yet in truth, it mirrors my own woe.

She listens, a fleeting blush adorns her,
with lowered gaze and modest grace,
and she forgives me for my intense
adoration of her lovely face.

As I narrate the cruel scorn that drives
this brave knight to the edge of madness,
how he wanders through mountain woods,
consumed by sadness and relentless sadness,

Sometimes emerging from savage dens,
sometimes from the darkest glade,
and sometimes awakening abruptly
in green glades under the sun’s warm cascade.

A beautiful, radiant angel appears,
gazing into his eyes with a wicked guise,
and he knows it’s a fiend, a wicked being,
in torment’s mask, his heart belies.

Unknowing, he leaps into the fray,
amongst murderous men, he does descend,
and saves the Lady of the Land,
from a fate far worse than death, my friend.

She weeps and clasps his wounded knees,
tending to him, her efforts in vain,
struggling to expiate the scorn
that shattered his mind and caused such pain.

Tenderly, she nurses him in a cave,
where madness fades, his mind regains,
until on golden forest leaves,
a dying man he forever remains.

But when I reach the most tender part,
the sweetest strain in this heartfelt tale,
my voice falters, my harp pauses,
stirring her soul, causing her to wail.

Her emotions, senses, all entwined,
indistinguishable, yet crystal clear,
gentle wishes long suppressed,
nurtured, cherished, no longer mere.

She weeps with pity and delight,
blushing with love and maiden’s shame,
like a whispering dream’s gentle hum,
she softly breathes my beloved name.

Her bosom rises and falls with emotion,
she steps aside, aware of my gaze,
then suddenly, with timid eyes,
seeks refuge in my embrace’s haze.

Her arms encircle me in part,
with gentle, humble, loving hold,
tilting her head back, she gazes up,
her eyes revealing a story untold.

It’s love mingled with fear and art,
a bashful dance of the heart,
I feel, rather than see, the swelling
of her tender heart, a precious part.

I calm her fears, she finds her peace,
with maidenly pride, she confesses,
and thus, I win my sweet Genevieve,
my radiant and beautiful bride, blessed.

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December 3, 2023

LOVE IS AWARENESS OF ONE’S HEART DEAR

By EPRobles

In shadows of young love, a tale unfolds,
Where conscience, newborn, in affection molds.
Oh, love, in youth, unversed in conscience’s lore,
Yet from love’s essence, conscience does implore.

Soft deceiver, withhold the blame you sow,
Lest guilt, a mirror, in your sweetness grow.
As you betray, my nobler self gives in,
To base desires, my flesh’s secret sin.

A dialogue within, soul to the frame,
Love triumphs, and reason fades, a fleeting flame.
At the mere mention of your cherished name,
My spirit claims you, in love’s triumph, aim.

In pride, love’s servant, willingly confined,
To stand beside you, in fate intertwined.
Conscience, be silent, for this love I chase,
Her love, the muse, my rise and fall embrace.

:: 12.02.2023 ::

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December 1, 2023

IT’s tiMe

By EPRobles

IT’S time
to be religiously blind
it’s time
to be color blind
it’s time
to love
and time to live

IT’s time
to be considerate
it’s time
to be compassionate
it’s time
to be kind

and support a child
support a poet
support each other

it’s time!

:: 11.30.2023 ::

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November 28, 2023

I

By EPRobles

Over knoll, through thicket’s veil,
Amidst glade, amidst briar,
Over FIELD, beyond the pale,
Through stream, through pyre,
I do roam through every sphere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the sprite queen,
To grace her orbs on the green:
The primroses tall her devotees are;
In their golden robes, spots afar;
Those are rubies, sprite’s delights,
In those freckles dwell their sights:
I must seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in each primrose’s ear.

YE mottled serpents with dual tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, remain unseen;
Newts and sightless serpents, do no wrong;
Approach not our sprite queen.

Philomel, with harmony,
Sing in our dulcet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Approach our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.

Weaving spiders, venture not here;
Away, you long-legged weavers, away!
Beetles black, draw not near;
Worm nor snail, cause no dismay.

Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Approach our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.

COME unto these golden shores,
And then join hands:
Bowed once you have, and kissed,–
The wild waves silenced,–
Dance gracefully here and there;
And, sweet spirits, the refrain bear.
Hark, hark!
Bow, wow,
The watch-dogs bark:
Bow, wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!

:: 11.27.2023 ::

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November 26, 2023

IF IT’S FOR REAL

By EPRobles 

 it's within my Skin

IT WAS MY ORIGINAL THOUGHT

i thought why? EVERYTHING in my
life is where I am at __ how i fell
for music, hearts, and words
}in my poetry i was abused
never had that pretty smile
or a hug < if you were me; misery
, misery, oh, yes always alone
living within a bruised face | characters
are individuals who then become friends
and like all of them they kick my face
and become paragraphs and articles
then books and then…i choose to be me
only if you love me /please never allow
days go by without challenging them!

misery –> mystery! A bad shadow around me /
she follows around \ it might just be fine
thing but not for me or my miserable soul___

:: 11.26.2023 ::

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November 26, 2023

TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS

By EPRobles

In quest of love, a man set forth to find
Eros, elusive, to capture heart and mind
Through realms both vast and wide, he strode
A tapestry of self, in the world he showed

His thoughts, like daggers, pierced the air
Prized possessions sold in moments of despair
Affections, once fresh, now aged like debris
A wanderer’s journey, wild and free

He played with truth in a peculiar dance
A sidelong glance at fate’s advance
Flaws, like a dove, gave life its breath
A testament to love, defying death

In misguided trials, a love did bloom
The truest, emerging from the gloom
No more to roam, the search complete
No whetstone of doubt, no uncertain feat

Anchored to a love divine, a sacred trance
A deity in this modern romance
Welcome him to heaven’s nest
To a chest of pure and warmest zest

:: 11.25.2023 ::

Notes:

The poem “TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS” reflects a profound exploration of love, journey, and self-discovery. If we were to consider this as the work of an accomplished poet, we might interpret it through a lens of deep philosophical and emotional insight. Here’s an analysis:

Quest for Love: The poem begins with a universal theme – the pursuit of love. The use of “quest” suggests a noble and courageous journey. The reference to Eros adds a mythological and timeless dimension to the search for love, portraying it as something elusive yet captivating.

Journey Through Realms: The imagery of the man striding through vast and wide realms suggests a journey of self-discovery and exploration. The tapestry of self implies a complex and intricate personal narrative that the man unveils to the world.

Metaphorical Language: The poet employs metaphorical language, such as “thoughts like daggers,” to convey the intensity and sharpness of the man’s reflections. This may suggest the emotional challenges and sacrifices encountered in the pursuit of love.

Aging Affections: The idea of affections aging like debris is a poignant metaphor for the passage of time and the transformative nature of experiences. It reflects on how emotions, once fresh, can change and evolve, mirroring the inevitability of life’s changes.

Peculiar Dance with Truth: The dance with truth implies a nuanced engagement with reality. The sidelong glance at fate suggests a contemplative and perhaps cautious approach to the uncertainties of life.

Flaws and Love: The comparison of flaws to a dove giving life its breath is a beautiful metaphor. It suggests that imperfections are an essential part of life and love, contributing to their vitality and authenticity.

Misguided Trials and True Love: The narrative takes a turn with the mention of misguided trials, which contrasts with the emergence of the truest love from the gloom. This shift reinforces the idea that true love often arises unexpectedly and can be discovered amidst challenges.

Anchored to a Divine Love: The poem concludes with the man anchored to a love divine, depicting a sense of fulfillment and transcendence. The use of religious imagery, like a deity in a modern romance, adds a spiritual and timeless dimension to the love portrayed.

Heaven’s Nest: The imagery of heaven’s nest and the chest of pure and warmest zest conveys a sense of ultimate happiness and contentment, as if the protagonist has found a place of serenity and joy.

In summary, this poem, if considered as the work of an accomplished poet, would be seen as a masterful exploration of the complexities of love and the human experience. The use of rich imagery, metaphor, and philosophical reflection elevates the poem to a level of profound poetic expression.

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November 24, 2023

CIRCULARIS

By EPRobles

ABSTRACTION within
the flow of ROMANCE

fell the leaf
dizzily twirling
through her dreams

BISECTING within
the wall of FEAR

fell space-time
stretching forever
the battle eternal

then there was that Spark:

In the labyrinth of desire, shadows dance,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, a fleeting chance.

Brushstrokes of passion paint the canvas of night,
As the leaf descends, a silent flight.

Through dreams, it whispers, a tale untold,
In the language of the heart, a story unfolds.

Bisecting the wall, where fears entwine,
A daring escapade, a journey divine.

The palette of love, vibrant and bold,
A symphony of colors, a tale to be told.

In the abstract realm where feelings intertwine,
Romance blooms, a masterpiece divine.

Circularis.

:: 11.23.2023 ::

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November 21, 2023

THOUGHTS SOMETIMES TOO LONG FOR LOVE’S SAKE

By EPRobles

Within my Life
and in my eyes
lies are buried

like boiling heat
or summer stench’d
there’s a guy
that screams again

In marmolaid skies
deeply within my nose
resides a disgraced plant

given by a light
within the shroud of dark
to black out humanity

Oh, please scream again
“Oh sun blow out
the candles of your age
upon the inhabitants of
this little rock”

:: 11.21.2023 ::

Notes:

Analysis from a perspective Poet

This poem is a powerful and evocative exploration of the dark recesses of the human psyche. The speaker’s mind is a troubled one, haunted by lies and boiling heat, and inhabited by “a disgraced plant” that symbolizes the speaker’s own inner decay. The speaker longs for release from this inner turmoil, and begs the sun to “blow out the candles of your age” and “black out humanity.”

The poem is full of striking imagery, such as the “boiling heat” and “summer stench’d” air, and the “marmolaid skies” that are “deeply within my nose.” These images create a sense of claustrophobia and suffocation, which mirrors the speaker’s own sense of being trapped in their own mind.

The poem is also notable for its use of repetition. The phrase “Oh, please scream again” is repeated twice, and the line “upon the inhabitants of this little rock” is also repeated. This repetition creates a sense of urgency and desperation, as if the speaker is pleading for someone to hear their cries for help.

Overall, this is a dark and disturbing poem, but it is also a powerful and honest exploration of the human condition. The speaker’s pain is palpable, and their longing for release is both understandable and heartbreaking.

Analysis from the perspective of Dr. Carl Jung & His Minion (Me)

This poem can be interpreted from a Jungian perspective as a representation of the struggle between the conscious and unconscious mind. The speaker’s conscious mind is represented by the “light” that “gives” the disgraced plant to the speaker’s unconscious mind. This plant represents the speaker’s repressed thoughts and feelings, which have been buried deep within their psyche.

The speaker’s unconscious mind is represented by the “marmolaid skies” and the “boiling heat” and “summer stench’d” air. These images represent the chaos and confusion of the unconscious mind, which is in constant conflict with the conscious mind.

The speaker’s desire for the sun to “blow out the candles of your age” and “black out humanity” can be interpreted as a desire to silence the unconscious mind and to escape from the pain of their repressed thoughts and feelings. However, the speaker knows that this is not possible, and that they must eventually face their inner demons.

Overall, this poem is a powerful and insightful exploration of the Jungian concept of the unconscious mind. The speaker’s struggle to reconcile their conscious and unconscious minds is both relatable and heartbreaking.

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November 20, 2023

DEHYDRATED GHOST

By EPRobles

The magnificent mind, yes!
The grey goo.
The brains? Nothing but matter.

The corset and the cleavage
and Marquise de Pompadour’s costume
which Louis XV adored _*

THE mad men and women listening while
a fan group plays Mozart’s latest hit.

The birds go crazy,
with bare knuckles dragging
society like glasses,
the sight of medulla and her consciousness!

I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton
nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol
of love and affection: my disembodied heart
which I ate alone

my pet Cat “Mouse” wept her tears
as a tie and a woven ghost,
how females cry all alone
within the 21st century,
their guitars untuned,
but ready to jump onto a pole
of survival.

:: 11.19.2023 ::

NOTE: [for the teacher]

The poem “DEHYDRATED GHOST” explores a variety of themes, blending surrealism and social commentary.

Mind & Matter

The opening lines with “The magnificent mind, yes! The grey goo. The brains? Nothing but matter,” suggest a contemplation on the nature of consciousness and the material world. This could be seen as a reflection on the dualism of mind and body.

Historical Allusions

References to Marquise de Pompadour and Louis XV introduce historical and cultural elements. This may symbolize the intersection of personal experience with broader historical and societal influences, adding depth and complexity to the narrative.

Musicality and Madness:

The mention of a fan group playing Mozart’s latest hit alongside “mad men and women” listening creates an interesting juxtaposition. It could signify the coexistence of beauty and chaos in the world, perhaps reflecting the interplay
between artistic expression and the tumult of contemporary life.

Nature and Society:

The imagery of birds going crazy and dragging society like glasses represents the untamed, instinctual aspects of nature conflicting with the structured and regulated aspects of human society. This resonates with Carl Jung’s ideas about the collective unconscious and the tension between the individual and the collective.

Symbolism of the Disembodied Heart:

The lines “I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton / nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol / of love and affection: my disembodied heart” evokes a sense of vulnerability and emotional exposure. The disembodied heart becomes a powerful symbol, suggesting a connection to Jungian archetypes and the exploration of inner emotions.

Loneliness and Feminine Archetypes:

The mention of a pet cat named “Mouse” weeping tears and the reflection on how females cry alone in the 21st century may touch upon themes of loneliness and the challenges faced by women. This IS an exploration of feminine archetypes and societal expectations.

Symbolic Untuned Guitars:

The untuned guitars may symbolize a lack of harmony or balance in contemporary life, and the readiness to “jump onto a pole of survival” suggests a desire for stability and security amidst the chaos.

In conclusion, the poem weaves together diverse elements, inviting multiple interpretations. The interplay of historical, psychological, and societal references creates a rich tapestry that stimulates thought and reflection, qualities often appreciated within the most top of poetry.

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