Two poems with triggers [and a commentary] - poetry
So Many Einstein's
The break of day mist, insists there is a God.
The sun ascends over the horizon.
To those who write music, paint poetry,
Dennis, some of that emblematic verse is great;
Just a Drop
In every drop of blood, rages war
Note: these two poems of Dennis Siluk's reach out towards the world at large, with high spirits, wit and intensity; or so I do believe. What more can I say, bar read them for physically over a few times, see how they fit, or if you can absorb them. I like to read poetry at least three times; once quick to just get the words in my head; then the back time to kind of see how it is put all together and check out the substance; and third for pure enjoyment, but at times I have to go back and see if I saw what I think I saw; like a painting, poetry can achieve each character differently. It can trigger emotions like a movie. Anyhow, I read it a few more times in particular if I see lots of images. Rosa Peñaloza
Poet Dennis Siluk's book, "Spell of the Andes," is now out, and one can seen and purchased at http://www. amazon. com
The Goat and the Rope [a Poem: in Spanish and English]
The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw none. nothing.
Four Poems: Garner of Enraged Domestic animals [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's PathwayHarvest of Annoyed Horses ((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)It has happened before: Nearby and afar, Where the four-horses of Apocalypse With their blazing nostrils Breathed in the fury of the winds Only to vomit out, disaster; - Then galloped away, Against pale faces!..
Ode to: The Ice Maiden of Ampatos Apex [now in: English and Spanish]
Dedícate to Antonio Castillo. L.
Africa - Wheres The Profit?
A poetic analysis that just welled up confidential my head - why cant we just do a bit - ahead of many more are dead?How pious those politicians are, When up there on T.V.
Opposites Do Appeal to Quite Well
When I am climbing up, you are stepping down. When I wear a smile, you wear a frown.
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 clandestine in thy heartSo many paths, a maze of art?In thy old, Mantaro ValleyWhere adobes, breathe and tremble Beyond your pastoral shadowsThere lays the prettiest of brooksIs my heart, inside its stream!My image genuinely carved, rippledIn its full strength shallow watersWaiting, just before you for me?As it opens up, opens up my soulMy rippled soul-searching-eyes!..
You cannot make a big name love you. All you can do is be a big cheese who can be loved.
Passion and Poetry, and Life
Ironically, the passion that can deactivate the disgust for difficulties depends on the endeavor to overcome these difficulties. The irony resides in the circularity of this attitude - which applies to all areas of activity, together with poetry: One must make the endeavor to overcome difficulties to attain hit and feel capable, and one needs this achievement and affection to have a passion for creation this effort.
Why I enjoy Writing?
During interviews and common conversations with the public,one of the most awkward questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?So due to the challenge manifested in such a question,I pondered on creating an answer. Many reasons came to mind,but after digesting much"time for thought",I managed to condense my comeback to three items.
"I heard what you said, Red. Yet, I have to disagree.
Out of the eight poems provided here [all formerly unpublished], four are Poetic Prose, a few Creative [what I call Vsionary anyhow], a few Free Verse, and a few with more form and structure, more close up to the Auden style of: stanza, cadenced rhythm, and rhyme. In axiom that, I do consider all the poems are handing over a rich association of meaning, some of them painfully close bond amid pleasure and destruction.
Portrait Of The Comedian As A Young Dog
Emlyn Williams Theatre, Mold, North Wales: 20th February 2003Clwyd Theatr Cymru commemorated the 50th anniversary of the death of the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) with a superb run of performances by a small but accomplished cast of actors.Described in the programme as "A affected journey by means of the prose copy of Dylan Thomas", the assembly was produced by Tim Baker, an Ally of the Royal Countrywide Theatre, who won the Manchester Dusk News Best Visiting Construction award in 1992 for the decidedly applauded To Kill a Mockingbird.
No one be supposed to have to beg or crawl ahead of humanity. No one must have to conspire to attain philanthropy.
Uamaks Sea [suspense: now in Spanish and English]
Delicately, my mind was selecting a hushed tune, out of the dead dark empty space surrounding me?I saw a shape on a rock, not sure who it was; I had a sensitivity though, a ambiance call it, or second-sight; I've heard that before, not sure if I want to put a lot of belief into it, but so be it, the sensitivity and lack of feeling was there. I didn't' sense any hazard in the moment, in the moonlit figure, session on the rocks, lurking, looking out into the deep.
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.
I am not the one I was ahead of yesterday.I cannot go back.
The Spirits de Copan
Part oneI see them in the skies I hear them in their hells They low voice and they moanAnd never are alone- The Spirits and the Ghouls? The Spirits de Copan!They are darkness in my world Echoes in my dreams A mystery and a force To a cosmic happening! The Spirits and the Ghouls? The Spirits de Copan!..
Looking Out the Rear Window
The funeral rite concluded With the cleric shaking hands, Offering words of comfort I didn't quite understand.The undertakers came forth And summoned pallbearers' four.
Welcome to the Town of Feeling
Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad, Moved in down the streetCautious watched them, from her window, Wondering, which one be supposed to I meet?Confused came in with overwhelmed and said, "The Panics have come to town"Then Hopeful called the carefulls, And said that Happy was a clown.Anxious came in with the news, Confident had called a town meetingTo take a vote for Mayor, And to Appreciate the new neighbors to Feeling.
Four Poems: Two for the Devil, Two for Peru
Here is some witty poetry (not sure if that is the appropriate word: witty, but it will do): one poem on the Aztec year 2012, a year that has been in the public's eye quite a lot; one on cloning, and the biblical end time events--which, if I may add seems ripe for the monster measures that are said to take place; and two poems production with some tradtions of Peru; one imparticular, on vacationing, where not to go; all the makings for some thought.Aztec BabyOn December 25, 2012 AD The Devil had an idea- He'd clone himself In the form of a baby; Called the Antichrist.
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