Three poems: specter of the rocks; lady from lima & bell ringer of de copan - poetry
Phantom of the Rocks
Night falls deep
Upon the traveler!
Low, over the Andes
They know a legend,
Not of this earth,
Where evil lurks
(Over Palla-Huarcuan!. . . )
"The Specter of the Rocks";
Should you pass thru there,
At night-be aware:
Expect not to return!. . .
Note: There is a rock in the form of an Indian Maiden; this is measured the evil apparition of the area. #657 5/13/05
Lady from Lima
[Dona Ana-1668 AD]
Dona Ana-but twenty-nine
Years old- Ruled Lima, Peru, with
Diamonds and gold. Haunted with pride and
Nobility? She dressed in splendor
For all to see! And pardoned a friar
Who was quite thirsty!
Bell Ringer: de Copan
In the cathedral de Copan the Bell Ringer was a boy- and his only job
(to my acquaintance was), was to the ring the bells? in the town-let of the cathedral.
It so happened that (one night
around dusk) , the lad, with mortal anguish, inspired madness-in the
of the moment: rang the bells like Holy Hell!!
(As I was witness to this all. )
He rang the bells, as if they had
wings-! As if this was his sermon-. As he dashed adjacent to the Tower
He rang the bells like Holy Hell!! He rang the bells with Royal
decree!! He swung on the ropes like a
Echoes, echoes-passed through
the plaza-square; as sinful strollers, strolled
As he rang the bells like Holy Hell!!
And now tell me: what could
I do? I pealed my hat off my head,
And kneeled on a pew.
Note: Occurrence happened as described in the poem, April, 2005 while visiting the archeological site nearby. #658 [May 13, 2005]
Dennis Siluk is a poet, and author. He is running on his 30th book called, "The Treasure of Catalina Wanka," and will have a presentation of it in Lima, Peru in November at the Ricardo Palma house, under the executive Luis Cuillermo Guedes Ontaneda, so he looks accelerate to as those whom may be demise through, or i don't know live there. His site: http://dennissiluk. tripod. com
Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]
BoyhoodOh me! Thy glorious days have flown! I mealy noticed, now they're gone, How at once accepted the flowers! Time does not stop youth's bells; It was like I was in a spell, And my face now shows the hours!Ah yes! My childish past days, Still lively in my fair age, When all was quick and new Now wrapped in movies and books, And acquaintances and ancestors were all I knew And love was shown by gracious looks!#741 6/26/05Old AgeThey stop by to see me now To find what's old and new, They peer into my-everything, And appraise my views; They tell me what I be supposed to like, And that I be supposed to be grieved-These are my fragile acquaintances That takes the strongest liberties?I mean to take the signal off; And put the phone exterior the door; In vain I speak to tell them why -I shan't live here anymore!#742 6/26/05A note on Style: some associates ask, "What style of poetry to you like the best?" I can never fulfil that question; it is open-ended to me. If I feel like infringement free from tradition as in the poem of: "Old Age," so be it; and if I feel accepted verse, a stricter ceremonial archetype be supposed to be used, as in "Boyhood," and can be part of the cause absolutely to the poem, so it is.
Tale of the Brick Maker, of San Jeronimo, Peru [In English and Spanish]
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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 ahead of 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 acclaimed the chief lake in the world.
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Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
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As I selected up some of the polished gemstones in the rock store I began to think about what the gravel looked like ahead of they were polished. The store had a number of rocks on demonstrate presentation the ahead of and after and I realized that except you knew what you were looking for, you could by a long shot pass by a beneficial gemstone.
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