Three poems and paradise lost [one for hell, one for heaven one for an inca king] - poetry
The White water of Hell
Agitated, she projects
No storm, no struggle
Battle of Ollantayambo
Just some opinion on Paradise, which keep rotating in my head; in the old Testament, the plot of Eden was by-to my understanding-four rivers. Some think it was in Iraq, and perchance it was. Some folks think it was in Africa, but I doubt that. But if it was in old Sumer, or Iraq, where are the four rivers I ask in my opinion (looking for the lost Paradise), the four rivers that are believed to be in this paradise?
The Euphrates and Tigris are two rivers I can bill for; and perchance the mythical, or legendary "Gihon," and "Pison," rivers. But wait, perchance, one of these rivers got mixed up in the old scriptures to mean the Nile? A ask I asked myself.
Some say the Tree of Life is in Bahrain, by the Persian Gulf, Gilgamesh was said to have went there, as did Noah. So now I get idea I'm attractive close to decision Paradise, and I must not get Paradise mixed up with Heaven, that's a further issue onto its self.
So now I get thinking, the backyard must have sunk, like Atlantis-maybe, I tell myself. Sunk right into the Persian Gulf; is this possible? Food for thought. So my mind is saying, in the time of Christ, a few thousand years after the flood and a few more ahead of the flood when Adam and Eve were kicking dust. Now I ask myself, what does all this add up to?
Eden could very well be where Paradise is, where it was when Christ descended after he died on the cross. Woops, did I say descended. Yes, yes, he told the guy next to him he'd meet him in Paradise, not heaven. I'm sure I got that right I tell myself. And we all know Heaven is up-yonder, thus he would have had to ascend, not descend. So here is Jesus, he's down in Paradise, and I read that Abraham could hear folks yelling and bellowing for a drink of water crosswise the gulf. Now I get belief again about Eden, which is called Paradise in the bible, and the Gulf where I can't find a river any longer on top of land-the forth river to be exact; and Jesus descending down to Paradise, where Abraham is. I think it is initial to add up for me.
Now diagonally the Gulf, is Hades, or conceivably the whole area is referred to as Hades, but one being Paradise, and the other side being Sheol (Sheol is mentioned in the Old Evidence Bible 66-times, that my contacts is the add up to of chapter-books in both books of the Bible). When Sheol is mentioned it is referred to as 'down'; for example, Gen. 37:35 "I will go down to?" In Ps 9:17, "The wicked will come back to?" and so forth.
The Paradise lost let's say is under the Persian Gulf, under the waters of the Gulf, the lost river maybe that I can't bill for. Thus Christ arrives after his killing by the Romans, for they did put the cross on his shoulders, and prick him with a spear of course, the Jews provoked it nonetheless, and the Romans were certainly lead you can see. Anyhow, he came to Paradise as the sacrificial lamb, the blood sacrifice, for the lamb was often the brute used for such ceremonies prior to Christ's arrival. Now he announces he is the Messiah, and those who wish can go with him to Heaven, thus, leave-taking Eden or Paradise for those who need more time to think about it. Sounds too by far to be true; but it was just amazing swimming in my mind. For those none believers, it is a good Knowledge Fiction Horror, for the Christian, it is most welcomed.
Dennis Siluk see his web site: http://dennissiluk. tripod. com
Here And There
My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on earth earth.
I am not the one I was already yesterday.I cannot go back.
The Ballad of: Brawling Mad-dog Sergeant Rook [Now in: SPANISH and English]
English VersionA bunch of us guys in the hutIn ?Nam Were before a live audience cards, singing songs; In a solo-room, back of the hut Lay mad-dog, Sergeant Rook;And examination from a distance Was his sidekick, Bodily Cook.When out of the night, he wantedTo fight This bully of six-foot-two Dog-drunk, smelling like a skunkI sought to fight him too.
Shakespeares Couplet XVIII, Shall I Contrast Thee to a Summers Day?
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Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]
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Three Poems: Dona Leonors Revenge; The Old Moon; Collective Sides [All in Spanish/all in English]
1) Doņa Leonor's Revenge [1627 AD]Rafael Ortiz's fate Was on the plate Of Doņa Leonor'sWhen she arrived In Lima, Peru; To taste revengeFor the beheading Of her husband. And so the plot?was now played out (in an alleyway) As she devastated her trout!In SpanishTranslated by Nancy PenalozaLa leyenda de: La venganza de doņa Leonor (1627 después de cristo)El destino de Rafael Ortiz Estaba sobre el plato De doņa Leonor.
Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide
The light of all eternity shines with me now / My feelings light up my life / How I find my way is dogged by them / They light up my path and show me who I amWhen I was young, I felt so many belongings / Then came the day when I could not stand the pain / My world was chaos then, full with be sad and grief / So I bunged up to defend that fragile Self withinYears would go by beforehand I could open again / I was compulsory to by state of affairs clear of my be in command of / Life dealt me blows which I later acknowledged as my own / To arouse me to that be sorrowful deep surrounded by my SoulI worked hard to find my way back to the Light / To that place in where I could feel once again / There my Heart shone forth with a brave face / And shed light on all that I had concealedNow I see how I bunged that tender-hearted Self / How I froze in the face of my fate / Troubles swirled about as a continual cause of grief / And I fell to sleep out of fearI am development now to the deep void contained by / Where I've stored all those troubles and pain / I fight my way back to that concentrate once again / So I can come forth finally and be trueMy life moves ahead as of this day / When I committed to conclusion my true Self / I've engaged all comportment of demons on this journey / To come back to that Cause deep insideI wish for life to fill me now and bring all it can / I am craving for encounter and for development / I want abundant materials from my Soul to fill me / So that I can truly enjoy all that I beholdThis work is every now and then challenging as I have cultured / But no more than any task requiring Love / This journey enriches me with its drive / And fills me with Life and SoulThis is my gift to myself, my own holy Soul / To have, to hold and to consider / This Heart that bled is now curing its wounds / And can be in the black again from what Life bringsLet there never be a come back to where hurts cramp me up / And fill me with acidity and pain / I am awake now, yes, and can move ahead / To be conscious of all that Life has assignedOh glory to you, my Sweet Soul, for appearance this day / I thank you from the foot of my Heart / We two can sing at once the praises of Love / That take us ahead on this journey all the way through timeNever let it be said that one so deserving / Could not find his or her way Home / All whom will adhere to shall see this Light in turn / And know that their journey can be wonI take you with me now, my Sweet Soul / For you are here in my hands / Where I can regard you / And together, we can be so bold"Move on," you say to me. "Move on, my love / The Light requirements for us to do so" / And my Heart sings with the promise / So that "Yes" is the come back with I can render with easeMy Heart is crammed with Love and joy in this flash / Knowing that I am with you, my Soul / My feelings tell me you are there and constantly were / Till that sleep came over me at an earlier time onBy beginning to your touch do I know You / And find my own truth there in your eyes / You show me all the way through Love what my end can be / I am inspired by this alert designI am content we are here together, in this life / I am delighted that our love is so bright / For now I can reach you, my Sweet Soul Inspirational / When you call to me from deep in my HeartI have your come back with Dear, and know this to be true / That you and I are everlastingly to be born / In this life or another, we join with each other / And We Soar .
Key Largo - Frater Albertus
Key Largo:The fans turn indolently in front of the doorThey open wide screening mangroves galoreAn egret in the everglades stalks its preyHaltingly it walks along its wayOn a further brainy and sunny dayA woman's floppy hat shades her beauty not so brittleThe silky-smooth scarf that holds the hat flutters just a littleShe pauses in the threshold of the doorSurveying what she's looking forShe is looking arranged at meHer beauty flaunted all to see.'Where are you from?' while noticing I had a frownOn the other couch she pleasingly sits downIn the small hotel lobby bar'A city north and very far.
Five Mixed Poems, with Notes [now is Spanish and English]
1.Night in Jamaica [Peruvianism: 1810]It was a rainy night they say When don Simon Bolivar Slept in the arms of beautiful -Luisa Crober (of Jamaica); thus an Assassin missed his mark When he stabbed Major Amestoy Sleeping in the dark In Bolivar's hammock!.
Farewell to Lester Graybill
I never met a man, who could shake my hand, and make my heart feel like a grate afire.I never met a man, who could smile so easy, real honest.
Death & the Supernatural: Poetry/Five Poems
Supernatural PoetryHere are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems. I don't know a bit bizarre, a few stanzas may be, but with certain subtlety of course, and a ting of acuteness, but we have to hag on if we want a good ride:1.
Four Poems: Two for the Devil, Two for Peru
Here is some witty poetry (not sure if that is the accurate 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 procedures that are said to take place; and two poems industry 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.
Mechanical Poetry; Part Two
What do you do when you want to write poetry? I hope your key is "I start writing." Even characters a bad poem is develop than before you for the "right words.
Looking Out the Rear Window
The funeral rite concluded With the preacher shaking hands, Offering words of comfort I didn't quite understand.The undertakers came forth And summoned pallbearers' four.
The Goat and the Rope [a Poem: in Spanish and English]
The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw none. nothing.
I never belief I would have to say GOODBYE to my best friend? But that's what I had to do today I had to let go of her eternally -There was no other way For me to face certainty Or pretend to be okay I had no hypothesis -Of how hard it would be To in point of fact let go Of this huge part of me? Not tomorrow or ever -Will my life be the same Devoid of my Grannio here Life seems to be a game - Of accidental and questions?Questions that never end And have no answers That can begin to mend The cavernous hole classified of meNor come close to remedial My heart and soul that Seem to be ambiance Lost, numb and empty-Completely hollow? Like I have nonentity left To actually adhere to - By means of life with respectShe was so much more Than my Grandmother I knew that ahead of She left this earthAnd I told her so More than once or twice For the reason that she had to know Just how very distinctive -And truly blessed I felt to have her as my acquaintance She was the best Lacking a doubt -My Grannio gave me More than a person Will ever actually see? It was an silent -Kind of love That came with no setting And went far above The conventional caringAnd be around aid For a grandchild - Or category of any sort She gave more of herselfTo me than a person In my life ever will Minion could have done What she did for meWith so much devotion, Complete honesty And true emotion? Her constancy was -Sincerely abiding I apprehend so much Now that I'm crying - And wishing thatI had just one more day To spend investment her hand And annoying to take away Her fears and her pain -That took over her Body and her mind Like never before? In our lives -I would have earnestly Given 20 years of my life To have her purely Be here tomorrow -I cannot account for The way I feel today Or how much I pain Is exclusive of me -That will never go away No affair how much time passes I know this ache will stay With me forever?Just as her elite touch Will constantly be with me And mean so very much - To me and my son?Jakob Thomas Her "BabyDoll" And I assure To never disregard -What she would have done If she was still here For him - her only one Great-grandchild?Resource Box - Š Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.
In The Midst Of All
In the midst of darkness, there is light. In the midst of evil, there is virtue.
Three Poems (While in Transition/English and Spanish)
Here are three more poems by the author, Dennis Siluk, while peripatetic 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 gloom weave their webswith low-lights, as the moon rises.
For My Mother
I cannot bear to think of when you will be gone.I do not understand how I will get along.
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[Episode Five]Arizona Blue-GunfighterThe Wolves Nest-in the North[Episode Five]Northern Minnesota Area-Winter of 1877Chapter One of Seven: The NorthThe area was known as Pigs Eye [St. Paul, Minnesota]; Northfield was a a small amount more notorious since Jessie James robbed the 1st Citizen Bank, in September of last year, and more to the West.
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