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Two poems: boyhood, and old age [with a note on style] - poetry



Oh me! Thy glorious days have flown!
I mealy noticed, now they're gone,
How abruptly conceded 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 childlike past days,
Still lively in my fair age,
When all was quick and new
Now wrapped in films and books,
And links and children were all I knew
And love was shown by gracious looks!

#741 6/26/05

Old Age

They stop by to see me now
To find what's old and new,
They peer into my-everything,
And carp my views;
They tell me what I must like,
And that I ought to be grieved-

These are my fragile links
That takes the strongest liberties?

I mean to take the timer off;
And put the phone external the door;
In vain I speak to tell them why
-I shan't live here anymore!

#742 6/26/05

A note on Style: some ancestors 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 accepted verse, a stricter ceremonial blueprint ought to be used, as in "Boyhood," and can be a factor deeply to the poem, so it is. I guess a poem-my way of assessment anyhow-is meant, for man, not man for the poem. In a comparable manner, like a Sunday, which is meant for man to rest, but not to be used as a tool for such a rigid life, that you leave the goat in the well and wait until Monday to get it out; you got to do what you got to do.

Dennis Siluk's new book, "Spell of the Andes," is now out at most of your internet books sites such as http://www. amazon. com. He lives in Minnesota and Peru. He is also operational on a book called, "Curse of the Abyss Worm," and a book of 25-short stories, in English and Spanish.

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