Death & the supernatural: poetry/five poems - poetry
Here are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems. Perchance a bit bizarre, a few stanzas may be, but with constant subtlety of course, and a ting of acuteness, but we have to hag on if we want a good ride:
Thou knowith evil clings
But delicately it darkens
O Night! Who giveth birth?
"His name has no beginning
But why?! O why?
As mighty murmurs
The First Depth
Struggling adjacent to unrestful skies
'The First depth,' the silence of the deep
'The First Depth,' with rival skies
And I saw dreadful swords like suns
And the echoes I heard from the stars
Walk slowly, he is near
With his dark charcoal horns
The Iron Raven
"You cannot escape, sullied death
The Granite Tomb
'Twill be the same, the same
Your name will be forgotten
You-in there, in that tomb?!
Poet and Author, Dennis L. Siluk: will be going to Lima, Peru tomorrrow [and the mountians],and to Focal America [Copan] thereafter, for a month to find more poetry to write about. . . and the secrets that reside in its soil. . . !
http://dennissiluk. tripod. com
Five Mixed Poems, with Notes [now is Spanish and English]
1.Night in Jamaica [Peruvianism: 1810]It was a rainy night they say When don Simon Bolivar Slept in the arms of beautiful -Luisa Crober (of Jamaica); thus an Assassin missed his mark When he stabbed Major Amestoy Sleeping in the dark In Bolivar's hammock!.
Lord Byrons She Walks in Beauty
Lord Byron's break ode to "She Walks In Beauty" is among the most memorable and most quoted lines in romantic poetry. The cavity lines are effortless, graceful, and beautiful, a decent match for his poem about a woman who possesses graceful grace and beauty.
Because of You
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares me.
Passion and Poetry, and Life
Ironically, the passion that can counterbalance the loathing for difficulties depends on the endeavor to overcome these difficulties. The irony resides in the circularity of this attitude - which applies to all areas of activity, plus poetry: One must make the crack to overcome difficulties to accomplish hit and feel capable, and one needs this achievement and air to have a passion for building this effort.
The Commercial of Copan [In English and Spanish]
English VersionThe Business of Copan [480 AD]Advance: The ballgame at the Honduras patio in Copan, the year was 480 AD, Copan's 3rd ruler, Mat Head, whom succeeded Quetzal Macaw, whom was the come to nothing of the city is now the new ruler. Mat Head, was a female, the husband of Quetzal Macaw, and here is where the story begins.
My Final Defeat - Fixed Competition
She maybe can't consider and I know I can never forget..
Shakespeares Elegy XVIII, Shall I Contrast Thee to a Summers Day?
Shakespeare's sonnets command time and attempt to appreciate. Accepting the abundant meanings of the lines, the crisply made references, the brightness of the images, and the density of the sound, rhythm and build up of the verse burden awareness and experience.
Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is time to go.
Whats A Prisoner to Do?
What's a prisoner to do when fair dealing fails and the blameless is escorted off to jail?What's a prisoner to do once stigmatized, caged and abandoned and ostracized?What's a prisoner to do there's no one to trust; the coordination fails and the outcome unjust?What's a prisoner to do when category decide the punishment is necessary and justified?What's a prisoner to do while confined in a cell; the perpetrator's free and faring quite well?What's a prisoner to do once his reputation is dead and his life has been ruined for the reason that of what a big cheese said?What's a prisoner to do when he's not believed, though he's illuminating the truth, he's belief to deceive?What's a prisoner to do as he sits all alone, no one seems to care; ex- acquaintances all gone?What's a prisoner to do meeting lost and idle and most of one's opinion be converted into suicidal?What's a prisoner to do when freedom's taken away and the will to live diminishes each day?What's a prisoner to do when hedged in by strife; with no avoidance possible; no accidental for a new life?What's a prisoner to do when he can no longer see the beauty of the sky or the waves of the sea?What's a prisoner to do when the sun he can't feel, nor the breeze of bounce for the reason that his fate is sealed?What's a prisoner to do when doomed to despair but still praying to avoidance the exciting chair?Tell me, what's a prisoner to do?Rev. Saundra L.
A Dose of Laughter
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so, give me a dose of laughter.
Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide
The light of all eternity shines with me now / My feelings light up my life / How I find my way is indomitable by them / They light my path and show me who I amWhen I was young, I felt so many equipment / Then came the day when I could not stand the pain / My world was chaos then, packed with be distressed and grief / So I clogged up to care for that fragile Self withinYears would go by ahead of I could open again / I was artificial to by state of affairs afar my check / Life dealt me blows which I later accepted as my own / To arouse me to that be sorrowful deep inside my SoulI worked hard to find my way back to the Light / To that place inside where I could feel once again / There my Heart shone forth with a brave face / And shed light on all that I had concealedNow I see how I bunged that tender-hearted Self / How I froze in the face of my fortune / Troubles swirled about as a continuous font of grief / And I fell to sleep out of fearI am initiation now to the deep void inside / Where I've stored all those troubles and pain / I fight my way back to that concentrate once again / So I can come forth entirely and be trueMy life moves advance as of this day / When I committed to discovery my true Self / I've engaged all conduct of demons on this journey / To benefit to that Cause deep insideI wish for life to fill me now and bring all it can / I am dehydrated for come across and for cyst / I want abundant assets from my Soul to fill me / So that I can truly enjoy all that I beholdThis work is at times arduous as I have cultured / But no more than any task requiring Love / This journey enriches me with its determination / And fills me with Life and SoulThis is my gift to myself, my own holy Soul / To have, to hold and to consider / This Heart that bled is now remedial its wounds / And can be in the black again from what Life bringsLet there never be a come again to where hurts cramp me up / And fill me with acrimony and pain / I am awake now, yes, and can move ahead / To be glad about all that Life has assignedOh glory to you, my Sweet Soul, for appearance this day / I thank you from the bed of my Heart / We two can sing as one the praises of Love / That take us advance on this journey all through timeNever let it be said that one so deserving / Could not find his or her way Home / All whom will be a consequence shall see this Light in turn / And know that their journey can be wonI take you with me now, my Sweet Soul / For you are here in my hands / Where I can observe you / And together, we can be so bold"Move on," you say to me. "Move on, my love / The Light desires for us to do so" / And my Heart sings with the potential / So that "Yes" is the fulfil I can render with easeMy Heart is packed with Love and joy in this minute / Knowing that I am with you, my Soul / My feelings tell me you are there and at all times were / Till that sleep came over me before onBy arousing to your touch do I know You / And find my own truth there in your eyes / You show me by means of Love what my drive can be / I am inspired by this all ears designI am delighted we are here together, in this life / I am happy that our love is so brawny / For now I can reach you, my Sweet Soul Inspiring / When you call to me from deep surrounded by my HeartI have your key Dear, and know this to be true / That you and I are ceaselessly to be born / In this life or another, we join with each other / And We Soar .
Top 20 Poetry Quotations
Explore the gist of poetry and the motivation of poets with this exceptional assembly of suggestive quotations..
Ballade of an Inca King
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?; In Spain, they leave the active streets, For sail to Peruvian shores;The low sound of the gold is sweet,It glows and glistens like the sun A mountain of gold, or the grave Awaits the human, Inca-god?!Spaniards sing their songs of victoryWhere breaks the green Peruvian sea; Who now, worships the Inca King (?) Guarded at the back of prisons doors-?They go on about his blond ringsThey watch the winds cross the shores? They count the days that idle by, For gold they worship and will die.Envoy.
I Hunted TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF Flora A CARD WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.I Sought after TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS A' HI' WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.
The Ballad of: Brawling Mad-dog Sergeant Rook [Now in: SPANISH and English]
English VersionA bunch of us guys in the hutIn ?Nam Were before a live audience cards, singing songs; In a solo-room, back of the hut Lay mad-dog, Sergeant Rook;And inspection from a distance Was his sidekick, Physical Cook.When out of the night, he wantedTo fight This bully of six-foot-two Dog-drunk, smelling like a skunkI sought after to fight him too.
Spell of the Andes: (in English and Spanish)
Note: in black and white 4-15-05, while compelling because of the Andes of Peru, from Huancayo to Lima. I sensed I was but an ant, among the mass of stone, earth and plant life of this enchanting, and long-term landscape.
Poems have altered cores, or so I believe, and can only be structured well for a few metaphoric language-heart beats; like all counselors are not made for all clients, so all poems are not made for the same person, or purpose; when we read we all have our likes and dislikes; I do not essentially know what poetry is per se, but I do know what the distinction of poetry has, and great poetry is close to an illusion?it carries an echo I do believe-figurative yes, at best, and questionable yes, by far. Here are five poems I've a moment ago wrote, all with a another core, focus and style.
A Ship to Remember
A Hundred and Fifty Dead [Korean War--l952]
There I sat, ninety-five gradation weatherOutside; the bookstore café, was cool.An Old Timer stood by me, explaining:"There were two-hundred of us on the Island,Near North Korea, back in '52-We guarded 16,000-prisners?"All of a sudden, all hell broke looseThree-hundred North Koreans cameOver the bob-wired fence, in pursuit"It all happened in a affair of secondsThe machineguns killed 150-of themThat's all I saw in the war of '52.
Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Bells for Belphegor!..
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