A world that doesnt care - poetry
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land.
Smog may be an cruel concern in our daily living.
Embezzlers may run off with money not their own.
The rich may all get richer as the poor get weaker behind.
Diabetes may be deadly and challenge the appetite.
Our world has many evils for solutions to be found.
Rev. Saundra L. Washington, is an fated clergywoman, communal worker, and Come to nothing of AMEN Ministries, http://www. clergyservices4u. org. She is also the creator of two chocolate table books: Room Beneath the Snow, Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances, Homilies that Teach.
Mechanical Poetry - Part Three
Have you ever read the lyrics of a Simon and Garfunkle song? Pure poetry. Want to write poems like that? Start repetition them.
For My Mother
I cannot bear to think of when you will be gone.I do not understand how I will get along.
Uamaks Water [suspense: now in Spanish and English]
Delicately, my mind was selecting a quiet tune, out of the dead dark empty space surrounding me?I saw a shape on a rock, not sure who it was; I had a sensitivity though, a affection call it, or second-sight; I've heard that before, not sure if I want to put a lot of authority into it, but so be it, the sensitivity and lack of feeling was there. I didn't' sense any likelihood in the moment, in the moonlit figure, session on the rocks, lurking, looking out into the deep.
I Saw the Universe
I can see the azure blue of the skiesOr the navy of the nightI can see the stars wink, the grin of the moonDuring the changes of it's monthly face**I am in awe**I see the sun on it's once a year trekAlternately initiation the life in the earthAnd then loss away to allow it to sleepUntil the next spring**I am told the Universe is "out there"Beyond those stars, moon and sun,Yet the power of what I can seeIs a fathoming afar my comprehension**I am in awe**"Out there" no time, no seasons passNo sense of age, hatred or loss existOnly the infinity0f the Universe**What IS "out there"?What IS the Universe that has no end?What IS the power that creates all this?I want to see it too**And then I remember..
Four Poems: Collect of Beside yourself Domestic animals [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's PathwayHarvest of Angry Horses ((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)It has happened before: Nearby and afar, Where the four-horses of Apocalypse With their angry nostrils Breathed in the fury of the winds Only to vomit out, disaster; - Then galloped away, Against pale faces!..
Shakespeares Limerick XVIII, Shall I Balance Thee to a Summers Day?
Shakespeare's sonnets command time and energy to appreciate. Agreement the copious meanings of the lines, the crisply made references, the brilliancy of the images, and the density of the sound, rhythm and build up of the verse burden consideration and experience.
Breathing-in, Minnesota [a poem: now in Spanish and English]
In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In buckets, buckets and more buckets-: drops Likened to music from its many streams-land Of ten-thousand lakes; moistened gravel, gravel Everywhere?Grandpa sits on the porch-daydreaming of, of Something, perchance coldness about the corner-; As the flies disappear, with the mosquitoes? Leaves will soon vanish, gloom will come earlyMaybe he's idea about summer: miles and miles And miles and miles of cornfields; his childhood now Long gone, he hums a hymn, a song; looking at the Metal-piped fence, he made, with three poles, on the Embankment, most important up the steps to the porch; It's worn-out like him.The winds in Minnesota smell fresh, fresh from all The foliage, there's a lot of it.
Why I enjoy Writing?
During interviews and broad-spectrum conversations with the public,one of the most challenging questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?So due to the challenge manifested in such a question,I pondered on creating an answer. Many reasons came to mind,but after digesting much"time for thought",I managed to condense my reaction to three items.
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of the at the bottom of the sea city of La Laguna de Paca, (Where I had met a enduring ghost) Within this area of Huancayo--Peru; Truth lies, but only the soul knows.Part TwoSo the legend goes, of long ago: During the rising of the full moon The Mermaid of La Laguna de Paca, appears And to the adjoining towns folks, she echoes.
Here And There
My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on earth earth.
Live For Today...
Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no clearness that mayanswer that question..
Three Sweet Poems, and Two Not So Sweet [now in: SPANISH and English]
1) End PoemWherever you are today- Is where you were meant to be; It's where God, dotted the 'i' and the 't'?!2) God's AngelsGod asked his angels: "Why do you look so sad?" Responded one angel: "Sir, we can't find the shade."3) An Empty SpaceOut of wisdom one will wait, travel far for love; the thirst will not kill them.
The Botch of Lima and Path to Mantaro Valley (Two Poems)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Peru; in English and Spanish)In what draw back art hid?-Where lessening mountains groan In shadow and amongThe white water of the Rio? Is not your name Mantaro Valley?Beyond the road of the Andes--?I can hear your voice in echoesI can hear thy voice, exquisitely low. I do but know thy by a glanceAs the clouds above me know? .
Rhymes of an Artillery Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
Rhymes of an Armaments Man [Vietnam War: 1971]An eleven part poem By Dennis L. SilukI had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 , and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived.
How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller dwelling on the road of goodbye. Bittersweet tears fall as I think of all the seats I'll never see, all the faces I'll never know, all the joys I'll never share, as I head for the unknown.
You cannot make a big cheese love you. All you can do is be a big cheese who can be loved.
Testimony to the Night [In English and Spanish]
In the quiet of the cold night- In its deep northern skies, Dim are the lights, in its coldEvening frost?! Even the stars of the arctic Seem like a ghost stone frozen!Here, here is where you find Peace and the beast within-! Remote, no ears or wordsTo disorder the mind To establish the throat; Here, here is where you die?(for a moment).Here, the sky has eternal eyes Eyes with cosmic tides Tides that never rest: they warWith the Universe- Likened to a dark deep abyss; Endless and never resting?Here my eyes seek and search In countless hours, ebbing and Sweeping the heavens aboveNumbing, changeless- Are the cosmos, the heavens? Here resides a curious peace?Here, resides a alien peace With an army of stars to defeat Shinning, without a sound in the darkThe ebbing, eldritch dark; Time has no importance here, Here, resides a strange, peace?Cold and oddly numb are my feet, As I look up, upon the many bridges One star bridging the next-as if,If Kings and Queens were Guarding them-the Hosts- O-Yes! A strange, bizarre peace?Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to thee Flaming, burning firmaments-ye, Ye, hark back me not, of the wars I left,Of the foes, divine immortals?The enemies that never rest Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to theeI hear music, harmony from afar (there) There are storms concealed in a storehouse, For tomorrow-war beyond, beyondOrion's dust?perpetual dust; There, there the sun is dim to bleak.
It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now. It was not me as I was then.
The Valley Of Pain
We were exiled from the Backyard of Eden. Its sinless wonders nevermore to regain.
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [a Poem]
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [Summer of 2005]Daybreak by Lake Superior Rising out of the woods like: A swamp mist I'm behind you for breakfast(at the B&B) I pace the grounds The scent of green shrubbery: Trees, flora, flowers-rain Intoxicates me- Branches like big brown arms Descend? The embankment, to the right Blue eyed, like mine-reflect From the creek beneath me (my wife says 'be careful' she went to get the camera) The greens and blues touch My face and blue jeans- Reflections mirrored like Musical notes of a symphony (I'll see them later in pictures) For now, it's daybreak In Minnesota.#813 8/26/2005Note: the author, Dennis Siluk, took his wife Rosa [me: on my birthday] to Lake Superior, this summer, and I recognized the chief lake in the world.
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