Way of life: rhymes of the inca [four poems: see in spanish and english now!] - poetry
Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca
Pizarro (Spanish conquistador ((1525))
The blind admire the blind The dumb be a consequence the fool But the cleaver, like 'Pizarro,' (who could not read or write) Followed human-nature? And ruled the Inca world!
Thus, Atahualpa was Beheaded out of pride and Indolence-: one might say, And ignorance ruled? .
Note: don Francisco Pizarro #689 5/27/05
Cepeda the Sly [Lima, Perú-l546 AD]
Cepeda the Sly-, judge With two sides; one false, One pride-both mixed with lies.
Antonio de Robles [Cuzco, Perú-1547 AD]
He was a '?heartless wretch!' A man who would not bend No mans friend?
He met his visionary fate In defeat, on the streets Swinging from a Cuzco tree!
General Quizquiz [Cuzco--1533 AD]
The bravest of them all- Was Broad-spectrum Quizquiz Inca Broad-spectrum of Peru
Who hassled the Spanish Conquistadors- Thru and thru?
In Cuzco, He fought each day His immortal enemies; and With a storm, Quizquiz
In concert, assassinate alive, The conquistadors- By and by? .
Note: #692 5/31/05
The Revenge of:
Titu-Atauchi [1527-1533 AD]
Sancho de Cuellar Court Clerk at Athualpa's trial Was once, one of thirteen, now The only one? (no bravery in his blood) Captured by the Inca prince
(no longer mocked the Inca King?) Now the scapegoat For Athualpa's killing?
Thus, this day he had no words To degenerate his own trail (not like he did with the Inca King) Thereupon, he was executed By the prince, for testimony
Note: Titu-Atauchi, brother to the Inca king Atahualpa; #693 5/2005
The Leyenda Negra
Se dice, que la Leyenda Negra, fue el tiempo de los conquistadores de Perú, principalmente aquellos de España; podrías decir que éste fue un tiempo igual a la Edad del Oscurantismo en Europa. Estos poemas son acerca de la gente que vivió a través de este tiempo; sus testimonios escritos ahora tradición. El fracaso de guard a Perú en contra de las fuerzas renovadas de Europa fue la fatalidad sobre Perú. Este período en el pasado cercano ha sido de poco interés para muchos, pero ahora es visto como historia formativa para Perú, rica y apasionante para el lector. Ricardo Palma fue en parte mi inspiración para esta parte del libro. Déjeme también añadir, éste fue el tiempo del Imperio de los Incas, que mantuvieron su supremacía hasta este final.
Pizarro I (Conquistador español (1525))
El ciego sigue al ciego El mudo siguen al idiota Pero el inteligente, como "Pizarro", (quien no podía leer o escribir) siguió a la naturaleza-humana. . . ¡Y gobernó al Mundo Inca!
Así, Atahualpa fue Decapitado fuera de orgullo e Indolencia-: uno podría decir, Y la ignorancia gobernó. . .
Nota: Don Francisco Pizarro #689 27 de mayo del 2005
Cepeda el Astuto II [Lima, Perú-1546 Después de Cristo]
Cepeda el Astuto-, juzgó Con dos lados; uno falso, Otro orgullo-ambos mezclados con mentiras.
#694 30 de mayo del 2005
Antonio de Robles III [Cuzco, Perú-1547 Después de Cristo]
¡Él era un '?despiadado desgraciado'! Un hombre que no se doblegaría No amigo de hombres ? Él encontró su destino profético En derrota, sobre las calles ¡Balanceándose de un árbol de Cuzco!
#695 Mayo 2005
General Quizquiz IV [Cuzco - 1533 Después de Cristo]
El más valiente de todos ellos- Fue el Broad-spectrum Quizquiz General Inca del Perú
Quien acosó a los conquistadores españoles- De arriba a abajo ?
En Cuzco, él luchó cada día A sus enemigos inmortales; y Con una tormenta, Quizquiz
En concierto, descuartizó vivo, Los conquistadores- Mientras el tiempo pasaba.
Nota: #692 31 de mayo del 2005
Poet/Author, Dennis Siluk, is very much aware of the Traditions of the Peruvian past, and expresses this in his four clean poems big business with the Spanish Capture of Peru. [inspired by Ricardo Palma] http://dennissiluk. tripod. com
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Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca [four poems: see in Spanish and English NOW!]
Way of Life: Rhymes of the IncaPizarro (Spanish conquistador ((1525))The blind be a consequence the blind The dumb abide by the fool But the cleaver, like 'Pizarro,' (who could not read or write) Followed human-nature? And ruled the Inca world!Thus, Atahualpa was Beheaded out of pride and Indolence-: one might say, And ignorance ruled? .Note: don Francisco Pizarro #689 5/27/05Cepeda the Sly [Lima, Perú-l546 AD]Cepeda the Sly-, judge With two sides; one false, One pride-both mixed with lies.
Ballade of an Inca King
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?; In Spain, they leave the busy streets, For sail to Peruvian shores;The hum 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 prisons doors-?They babble about his fair ringsThey watch the winds cross the shores? They count the days that idle by, For gold they worship and will die.Envoy.
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