Chan chan and the gorriones (two poems in english and spanish) - poetry
The next two poems, one in English, the other in English and Spanish were done at some stage in this ongoing trip in Peru, while in Lima, while the poem concerning: Chan Chan was oriinally on track last year,while at the antediluvian site in Northern Peru, it was just complete recently.
The Gorriones of Lima
It is fall all about me-
The Gorriones are swimming in the air Underneath the Lima sky
As if-, if fish could fly?
Summer has gone its way
It is fall again I say! The birds-, they just walk on by
Looking, as if, if on parade-
The world keeps spinning;
They just do not see it Until the hour comes?
When the sun goes down!?
Things get a diminutive dim;
Yet the Gorriones keep on swimming Gracefully, swimming, in the wind-
Under the Lima sky? .
Note: #634 (4-30-05) Printed in Lima, Peru
A Short, Saga of Chan Chan English Version
The Mochicas built the Great Temples
Of the Sun and Moon (For I have seen them)
Long already Tacaynamo Came from the Sea. . .
Who gave birth to the name Called, "The Moche," of Chan Chan!
Long ahead of the Inca conquest Of the Chimus!. . .
Long ahead of the downfall of This land, called Peru!. . .
Note: taken from notes taken at the archeological site last April 2004, and revised, April 2005, into poetic form. --#633.
Un Cuento Corto, de Chan Chan
Los Mochicas construyeron los Grandes Templos
Del Sol y Luna ( Ya que los he visto)
Mucho antes Tacaynamo Vino del Mar. . .
Quien dio a luz al nombre ¡Llamado, " el Moche, " de Chan Chan!
Mucho antes de la conquista inca ¡De los Chimus!. . .
Mucho antes de la conquista de ¡Esta tierra, llamada Peru!. . .
Note: tomado de apuntes tomados en el sitio arqueológico el abril de 2004 pasado, y revisado, abril de 2005, en forma poética. - *633.
Dennis Siluk is the creator of three poetry books, and more than a few chapbooks, of poetic stories. He is presently itinerant in Peru and Essential America. He was on his way to Colombia, but got sick and so that part of his trip was canceled. His site is http://dennissiluk. tripod. com Rosa Peñaloza
now is not the time to open open that great door again not the time to be more tolerant not the time to play to winnow is not the time for justice evolution mercy choices not the time to pet the puppies yipping with pathetic voicesnow is not the time for kindness not the time for compromise not the time for loving blindness not the time to close my eyesnow for one too many people not that i have gained no good heart has sown but flesh is reaping tears to mind and cadaverous bloodnow my inner wolf seeks equals only those whose chords can howl deadly whether lone or social defending young or on the prowltell me not that you would die upon the spines of my displeasure live for me and for you will i cherish each cell as if a treasureput me not contained by a cage but roam with me because of snow and sun be by my side or breathe my dust for i shall bleed again for noneNiki Lasher Artist, Writer, and Webmatron http://www.kthulah.
You can do and you can be whatever you want. You have the power, and the right, to make the changes.
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
In this advanced age of technology, busy lifestyles, and obsession with consumerism have taken a lot of the romance and love out of our lives. The Internet has befall a average to associate with citizens as each is conclusion it a lot harder to meet one a new in the 'real' world.
Feelings, O How Glorious!
Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs anti the wall; Sometimes we feel lightheaded, As if we are going to fall.Sometimes we feel fierce anger At those who abuse guns; Sometimes we feel ashamed Of how we treat God's hardly ones.
Contract of Death [Now: in SPANISH and English]
Contract of DeathI heard today, the holy woman say: "Daniel has warned us long ago, Of the trials and harms we Are now facing, with our foes?"He says the 'Antichrist' was now In Europe crying: 'peace,' and the 'Axis of Evil,' had previously placed Hidden Atomic Russian weaponsUnder our feet, here in the good Ole heart of the United States; 'Palestine's cry for peace,' he adds, Is a biased Gun for Revelation 3:10;America. A 'Contract for Death,' Is what he called it.
Poetry and Accepted Culture
Is poetry too complex for the be in the region of reader? Is it too cryptic, scholarly? If you ask a large group of arithmetic mean colonize what they like or don't like about poetry, you'll get a few assorted answers, but there is an overpoweringly conventional class of responses.One of the main reasons that colonize say they aren't addicted to contemporary poetry is that they feel it is too cryptic.
Lifes Too Short
Time goes by to quickly to hold your feelings inside Especially when their so strong even if they don't abide..
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 Crusader: A Hunt for the Advantage Contained by (an citation of an Epic Poem)
On by means of the darkness she searches the bones Seeking the hand of her love; Deep in the stillness, the maid searches on, Petitioning help from above. Onward she gropes all through the flesh and the blood Of the warriors stained and maimed; She carries no hope for the life of her love - For zero but his body she came.
Two Poems: San Jeronimo Brook & [in English and Spanish]
Fair Andes! Thy arms reach highOf iron-woven solid stone Thu art a condor to the skyOf glory covert in thy heartSo many paths, a maze of art?In thy old, Mantaro ValleyWhere adobes, breathe and tremble Beyond your country shadowsThere lays the prettiest of brooksIs my heart, inside its stream!My image genuinely carved, rippledIn its not watered-down shallow watersWaiting, just behind you for me?As it opens up, opens up my soulMy rippled soul-searching-eyes!..
A Happiness Poem
If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, Then my face would all the time dress in style.If my ears could hear my cpu screen, From one to another, they, too, would grin.
Three Poems: The Monkey Man of Lima, Plus Two More
What Hides after the Minute?What hides after the minute? It seems, no one especially knows; How many times will we wakeup, To count the notes gone?The rose was dead when I arrived; The sword, was rusty and dull; The chance curtain was open, And there was music in the hall.Oh lovely minute, where art thou? One, is not like the other-: Whirling in an at all orbit, As the endless world discovers.
For My Mother
I cannot bear to think of when you will be gone.I do not understand how I will get along.
Black Blood, in Jeremiahs Vines - A Poem and an Article
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard the crackling of wood, and I noticed the Lord God had made men of wood, and fire came from his mouth.Then the wind poured its grief upon us-over our sins; and I heard the words for the seventh time, "Go to the mountains!"Foolish citizens of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss physically to thy knees, for the roar of insubordinate men will bleed: black blood, all through the vines of Jeremiah.
Three Love Poems [all wicked]
Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists: as with 'Lovers'.
Publishing Your Poetry
If you are critical about bearing in mind your work in print by decent publishers, there are a few points you ought to consider. First of all and most obviously, you need to affect if you have poetry worth publishing.
The Lull of Dusk [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down over the Mantaro Valley of Peru.
As I singled out up some of the polished gemstones in the rock store I began to think about what the sand looked like ahead of they were polished. The store had quite a few rocks on ceremony performance the beforehand and after and I realized that except you knew what you were looking for, you could certainly pass by a beneficial gemstone.
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of the cadaverous city of La Laguna de Paca, (Where I had met a long drawn out ghost) Within this constituency 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 adjacent towns folks, she echoes.
Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy King Antidotes for an Alibi BlazeVox Books ISBN 0-9759227-5-0 2005These poems read to me like poetry versions of flash fiction. Now, I like flash fiction very much, but I like the more fabulistic kind.
|home | site map|
|goldenarticles.net © 2018|