Four poems: grendels nature...the racetrack...counting days...[now in english and spanish] - poetry
1) Grendel's Divorce
You must know that I do not hate
And that I hate you,
I hate you in order to start hating you
I hate you, and I do not hate you,
As if I carried
My hate has two lives, in order to
Do not hate you,
2) Grendel's Waiting
Do not go far off, for more than a
Don't be alone, even for an hour,
Friends, full of anguish will run,
?oh, hide your silhouette, yes
Hide it, eyelids and all into an
Because-because-in that moment
So far, you will not come back; and
3) As well as Days
Each day I wake-up I
When I look back, it seems
I do not want to swallow-up
4) Papa Augusto's Hipódromo
While I sit here, in the open,
1) El Divorcio de Grendel
Usted debe saberlo que yo no odio
Y lo que yo odio,
Lo odio con el fin de comenzar a odiarle
Le odio, y no le odio,
Como si yo llevé
Mi odio tiene dos vidas, con el fin
Es por eso que le odio, cuando lo hago
No lo odio,
2) La Espera de Grendel
No vaya muy lejos, por más que un
Momento; " porque porque "
No esté solo, aún por una hora,
de Grendel, llenos de angustia correrán,
?oh, oculte su silueta, sí
Oculte ello, párpados y todo en un
" Porque porque en " ese momento
tan lejos, usted no volverá; y
3) Conteo de Días
Cada día despèrtando yo
Cuando miro hacia atrás, parece
No quiero tragarlo
4) El hipódromo de Papá Augusto
Mientras me siento aquí, en el abierto,
In these poems we see not only human characteristics at work [in Grendel], but the characteristics of the disguised world perhaps, annoying to get into Mr. Siluk's poems. A ecstatic win at the racetracks, and including days, can be a bore. All made to order for a nice morning in reading. Rosa Penaloza
Tale of the Brick Maker, of San Jeronimo, Peru [In English and Spanish]
Tale of the Brick Maker, Of San Jerónimo, Peru [A Cup of Sorrow]-1In the Andean mountains, inside theMantaro Valley area of Peru, Isolated, secluded, tranquil, is the littlevillage of San Jerónimo. Near the village, here lay the abundant valleywith bent-grass, and huge Mountains stretching northbound,And banner towards the ocean's coast.
Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance]
Stone Beds [Pompeii's surge]Advance: after the great epidemic of Pompeii's adjacent volcano, Vesuvius, some two-thousand years ago in the peak of the Roman Empire, what was left of the city were commonly ashes of stone from an unleashing furnace; it is hard to conceive of what the associates went because of (none, not one character survived). I can only guess from the looks of the city today, and in its early excavations, its colonize were baked alive or asleep, like pottery.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Conversation of How Do I Love Thee?
"How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning was on paper in 1845 while she was being courted by the English poet, Robert Browning. The poem is also posh Elegy XLIII from Sonnets From the Portuguese.
So many looked to you for inspiration,Unlikely hero for the wheelchair nation.Proudly you fought and arrogantly you believed,Everyone loved you Christopher Reeve.
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
All Hail.Is your infirmary full of aliens, in spite of new cleaning firms, Antenna waving buggies, And disturbing crawly germs, Then dont waste a new second, now were into appointment spin, Just complain, over and again, and up pops smiley smiley grin.
The Game of Life
When your life becomes unbearable And the light of assurance ceases to glow, When all your dreams and aspirations Lie quiescent on ambition's death row.When you feel that all is hopeless, Life troubles just seem to abound.
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 briefly approved 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 blond age, When all was quick and new Now wrapped in cinema and books, And links and breed were all I knew And love was shown by forthcoming 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 analyze my views; They tell me what I ought to like, And that I ought to be grieved-These are my fragile acquaintances That takes the strongest liberties?I mean to take the timer off; And put the phone beyond 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 come back with that question; it is open-ended to me. If I feel like contravention free from tradition as in the poem of: "Old Age," so be it; and if I feel conventional verse, a stricter decorous archetype ought to be used, as in "Boyhood," and can add deeply to the poem, so it is.
Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem
The Incubus' Flash-lightHe looked contained by my head And found a dreamHe didn't like-;As I looked back at him, I found an incubus Shinning a light(and stole this poem from him-last night).Thoughts: Dreams and Poetry: in dreams we let go of our inhibitions; in poetry we write them back out.
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you delivery old burden Come out of hiding And see the starsFind the Magic As you expose the pain Let the tears flow And find beauty in your bodyFind the Magic As you scream from the beating Run from the threats And feel the conviviality of a hugFind the Magic As the barely girl is silenced Told she is too smart for her own good And she finds her place of honor as she speaks her mindFind the Magic As the ghosts creep into dream Haunt your daily life And you meet them at the crossroads and move onFind the Magic As you drift out of your body, avoiding the anger Observe the separation And you join the body temple once again to cheer in this distinctive wonderFind the Magic As you listen in to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and exquisite in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once again© 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, governess and author. Acquaintance her all the way through her web site http://www.
In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]
In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot month-sweating Poverty out on every street (In Port de Prince); mixingMemory with appeal causes stirring. Not much rain in Haiti (in 1986); Summer kept us busy, building A health check clinic, in the mountains?.
New Poetic Work By Ethiopian Colonizer Promotes Respect, Courage And Cultural Sensitivity
McLean, VA - "The Medicinal Conscious" tells the story of an Ethiopian colonizer boy on his fascinating journey to America and adulthood. Biographer Kifle Bantayehu, a 23 year-old second-generation Ethiopian immigrant, recounts this affecting tale in poetic format.
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 colonize of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss physically to thy knees, for the roar of disobedient men will bleed: black blood, by means of the vines of Jeremiah.
Three Poems (While in Transition/English and Spanish)
Here are three more poems by the author, Dennis Siluk, while itinerant througout Chief and South America.Three Poems While in Transition (In Spanish and English)Poem OneEnglish VersionOrange Timid MoonO´er the Copan skyan arch of darkness weave their webswith low-lights, as the moon rises.
Shaking out the Rugs [Following the Poet]
Let's adhere to the poet to his Hell and heaven! Count his Ghosts and dilemma's?Reach out to touch his Stretched-out skies; let's follow The poet to see where he lays.Let's admire the poet to his end; To see if he can?whatever He wants to do, do over again?.
The Crusader: A Examination for the Asset Confidential (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 zilch but his body she came.
Lifes Too Short
Time goes by to quickly to hold your feelings inside Especially when their so strong even if they don't abide..
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 before 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 highly thought of the chief lake in the world.
Ocean Heal Me
Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my wounds Let your waves curl and foam on my body Wash away blood, heal scarsOcean renew me with your power As constantly you roll Giving depth that's been drainedOcean keep me warm Wrap me in your brine Caress me with your tidesOcean disappear my tears As they flow in you I purify my soulOcean let me grow in your depths Color me bright blue, coral, green Clear = revitalizedOcean your spray anoints me Cool and refreshed My spiritual renewalOcean be my friend Hold me flowing in your currents Ever moving, ever changingOcean, heal me.© 1983 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is a researcher, creator and teacher.
Writing Innovative Poetry
Writing innovative poetry, the kind of poetry that highly regarded literary journals publish, entails calculating faithfully what each word of a poem does to the reader. A good poem ought to be evocative, skillful, and cohesive, but ahead of attempting to hone these attributes, a budding poet be supposed to be clued-up of the a choice of forms and attributes of contemporary poetry.
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.
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