Mournful poetic moods [six poems] - poetry
Advance: in Mr. Siluk's poetry one finds symbolist values, aesthetic impressions; verbal magic and even childish jingles; at times the all the rage 8-syllable verse (ballad metre). Free verse, with mournful poetic moods, even satire (poems inside-out). Here are a few more of his freshly in black and white poems. Rosa Peņaloza.
Lamenting Poetic Moods
By Dennis Siluk
Spring Scene: Rain
Note: #670 [5/16/05]; inspired by the rain;
Ancient ruins, clandestine away
A scent of silence?resides
A cheerful breeze clashes my knees
In the quiet corners of
We are Christians, but have
We are church but
We have no roots, but we
It is a land of everyone
We have the mountain and sky
We love God, with or
It be supposed to be made clear-
Death, money and beer!
(And most folks hate poetry
Our youth and Congress
Are on a road that leads to lies!
As for me-
Weakness rides the humans of life!
He feels ill-treated and thus, suffers
They are many; but they exist, they
The poor?the poor! He slaps their face;
Weakness rides the humans of life!
Crazed eyes, shoulders high, high:
Bow down your head ol' poet-
To dig today?
Ol' barbaric poet!
He writ you to his den-
Your blood tainted brows
Closer, closer, I see you now
Bow down, bow down, Ol' poet
Forgive me Lord, I tired
And black-roses at festivals:
Evangeline of Lima
Evangelina of Lima,
Awoken in her breasts
Warmth at the request For her hand in marriage
But obsession to gamble
Woud tare his heart away
As he misspent her fortune
But affluence would have it so,
She died a solid wife-
To save her husbands honor
Note: Inspired by Ricardo Palma, and his "Peruvian Traditions". Being a accredited shrink for many years, and schooled in psychology, and addictions, this case he writes about, was most attention-grabbing to me, and consequently I wrote my poem with it as an example. I do not feel I have taken whatever thing away from his writings, and was cautious to abide by this.
Poet/Author, Dennis Siluk, http://dennissiluk. tripod. com
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 doubling-up them.
Walt Whitman, Romance With a Stranger
The hypothesis of brief encounters, even romantic encounters, with a stranger recurs often in the verses of Walt Whitman.Take, for example, these lines from one of the inscriptions that Whitman wrote to his 1860 book of Trees of Grass.
Tale of the: Old Huntsman and the Blonde Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwife On the edge of the thick of the woods; They lived in an old run-down shack For forty-years and some. The old man hunted for his living, And his wife sewed on her lap.
There are many times I set up barriers and walls, invisible if you come too close, And then you hit them.You astonishment what happened.
How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller dwelling on the road of goodbye. Bittersweet tears fall as I think of all the spaces I'll never see, all the faces I'll never know, all the joys I'll never share, as I head for the unknown.
The Time Has Come and Buzzing
Most of my poems are printed late at night, often, as this one was, after I have curved out the light to go to sleep. It seems that is the time when I am most creative.
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 appropriate match for his poem about a woman who possesses easy grace and beauty.
Poetry in a Nutshell
Poetry is more than just rhyming and prose that is in meters and verse. It is an art form.
It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,thoughts of sleep still dull my brain,As I cluster down, confidential my coat,a person along for the ride clone, just ahead of you for a train.Insidious rain, just drizzly down,through weak light of creeping dawn,Paper sandwich bags and old brown cups,blowing past, look so forlorn.
Robert Burns Love Poem: A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns, a poor man, an educated man, and a ladies' man, is agent of Scotland, much like whisky, haggis, bagpipes, and kilts. He lived a life shortened by stiff heart disease, 1759-1796, but his life journey by means of poverty, informal education, disappointed love, nationalism, and literary and fiscal achievement can be identified by all Scots and collective men the world over.
Truth is stranger than fiction according to many citizens who have seen what happens about me and to them, on many occasions. Every so often I have had others assume me in the same way.
House of the Gnome [Part Two of Three/with notes]
House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three]Here is where, where the air is stillAnd the mountains gloom disappear! Here is where, unmarked spirits dwellWhere harp and remembrance expire?Where the rainbow-leaps, from itsStoreroom-keep, and cries; And the sands along the load coastEcho then die?as in sleep?;And where attraction turns into ghouls!..
A Ship to Remember
The Power of Consumption Disorders
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what you might see.
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.
Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th Century. From an early age he spoken an activity in holiness and later in life Kamalakanta established commencement into Tantric Yoga from a Tantric yogi named Kenaram Bhattacharya.
The Crusader: A Exploration for the Advantage Confidential (an extract of an Epic Poem)
On because 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.
Tsunami -a Poem Enthusiastic To Help Aid and Awareness and Egg on Coming Harmony. Make Peace Not War
Real Power.One Tsunami, and all our armies, Seem belittled by their wars, What Animals fled, and tribesmen read, Finally Arrives with crushing roar, Wholesale slaughter, chastely by water, Makes us seem an irrelevance, Concepts of power, adjustment by the hour, Faced with ancient elements.
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe deposited by a shiny alien craft, And at the same time as he is wondering what to do He is asked to show his pass Or pay an instantaneous one off fine At a cash distributor of his choice And they are glance all the time On his irises face and voice.And of course of action they find that he is not, They ascertain he just cannot be there, Although he seems as if he is visible, And has hands and toes and hair, If he is not on the Great Data Bank, He plainly and austerely cannot be, He is not programmed and he is not ranked He is certainly not like you and me.
Thank You To Our Soldiers And A Accolade To Old Glory And A Prayer For Peace
Thank youDedicated to soldiers and their loved onesFor those who have laid in fox holes,carried guns,marched for hours.For those who have had cold without sleeping nights,endless days of discomfort.
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