Declaration to the night [in english and spanish] - poetry
In the quiet of the freezing night-
Here, here is where you find
To disorder the mind
(for a moment).
Here, the sky has eternal eyes
With the Universe-
Here my eyes seek and search
Here, resides a curious peace
The ebbing, eldritch dark;
Cold and oddly numb are my feet,
If Kings and Queens were
Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to thee
Of the foes, divine immortals?
The enemies that never rest
I hear music, harmony from afar (there)
Orion's dust?perpetual dust;
Aw! Ye, our sacred books are all on fire;
Tiding from heaven-.
I see the flames; pink flames;
And the mindless will play some more?
Off in the darkness, somewhere?!
Sea; with fainting breath, silently-;
I do not want to see the annuals-,
?stirs the cosmos: with His spectral.
Eh! yes! Oh yes, the midnight sky has eyes
Hence, soon to recur the inviolate
Notes by the author: "?this is a deep, and edgy poem with many images; the cloak-and-dagger of the poem (to me) is the sun, as it has all the time rose, so it shall again, tomorrow, and again a new tomorrow, and so shall peace not exist, as long as it is in the hands of mankind. " The biographer has spent time in the Arctic, l996. 7/7/05 #752
This is part one of three parts; part two, to this poem is called: "House of the Goblin"?
Testimonio a la Noche
En la quietud de la noche Ártica-
¡Aquí, aquí es donde Ud.
Aquí, el cielo tiene ojos eternos
Aquí mis ojos investigan y buscan
Aquí, reside una paz extraña
Frío y entumecido de una manera extraña están mis pies,
¡AH! Alabanza, alabanza sea para ti, a ti
Oigo la música armoniosa, desde lejos (allí)
¡Aw! Nuestros libros sagrados están todos sobre el fuego;
Veo, las llamas sobre los caminos de batalla
Fuera de la oscuridad, ¡en algún lugar!?
Yo, no quiero ver las anuales
Pero, aun el cielo nocturno tiene ojos
Notas del autor: "este es un profundo, impaciente profundo poema Con mucha imaginación, el secreto del poema (para mi) es el sol, Como este siempre sale, así este saldrá, otra vez, mañana, y otra vez Otro mañana, y así la paz no existirá, mientras esto este en las manos De la humanidad. " El autor, ha permanecido un tiempo en el ártico, 1996. 7/7/05 #752
Dennis Siluk new book of poetry, "Spell of the Andes," see http://www. abe. com or http://www. alibris. com
Passion and Poetry, and Life
Ironically, the passion that can counteract the nausea for difficulties depends on the energy 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 crack to overcome difficulties to accomplish hit and feel capable, and one needs this achievement and air to have a passion for assembly this effort.
Ceasar Vallejo: Black Roses [In English and Spanish]
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol' poet- To face God's grace ahead There are no more trenchesTo dig today? In the jungle of your head,So-: Bow down, bow down,Ol' barbaric poet! Death rides the horse ahead I hear the crackling of a whip See the demented eyes of death.He writ you to his den- The devil and his wind,So-: Bow down, bow down Your blood tainted brows He will take you to the edge.
I Sought after TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF Plant life A CARD WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.I Required TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS A' HI' WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.
Death & the Supernatural: Poetry/Five Poems
Supernatural PoetryHere are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems. Perchance a bit bizarre, a few stanzas may be, but with constant subtlety of course, and a ting of acuteness, but we have to hag on if we want a good ride:1.
Two Poems, with Metaphoric Language
Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to appraise his poetry somewhat, for he hesitates all the time when I ask him to so; I can tell you.
Uamaks Marine [suspense: now in Spanish and English]
Delicately, my mind was selecting a quiet 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 affection call it, or second-sight; I've heard that before, not sure if I want to put a lot of confidence into it, but so be it, the sensitivity and deadness was there. I didn't' sense any likelihood in the moment, in the moonlit figure, session on the rocks, lurking, looking out into the deep.
Our home was warm in the shade of the trees or when the sun was not upon it.It was built on the side of a hill, near a lake where spirits could be free.
Grandpas House & From Iraq with Love [Two Poems]
Grandpa's House [The ole Real House]The house looked-for painting Sun-blistered and flaking Grandpa on track to have us Boys-Mike and I- start Doing some scraping-While he, pealed off the ole Paint, and happening painting?Just a humble made of wood house With quite a few rooms, but Strong an adequate amount of to keep the Winds and frost snows out, How he loved that ole house!..
Shaking out the Rugs [Following the Poet]
Let's admire 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 be a consequence the poet to his end; To see if he can?whatever He wants to do, do over again?.
The Lull of Evening [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down over the Mantaro Valley of Peru.
Three Love Poems [all wicked]
Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists: as with 'Lovers'.
Ode To Quetzalcoatal [Now in Spanish and English]
Ode to QuetzalcóatlQuetzalcóatl the GreatNo one knew his true name, so they Called him Quetzalcóatl-feather Serpent He and his crew of nineteen: faces Strange faces, metaphors of a prince, a lord: King of the Yucatan in the year 986 ADHe was a tall man; long cloths, sandals; White as day, with a long beard, black hair. Some say red: some don't say? But they called him priest, Lord, king Amongst many things: god!.
Publishing Your Poetry
If you are critical about since your work in print by dependable publishers, there are a few points you be supposed to consider. Initially and most obviously, you need to affect if you have poetry worth publishing.
Famous Poets Quotations - Top 30 Poetry Quotations by Famed Poets
"For this basis poetry is a bit more philosophical and more creditable of critical interest than history."-- Aristotle"Every American poet feels that the whole blame for contemporary poetry has fallen upon his shoulders, that he is a literary landed gentry of one.
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 cordiality of a hugFind the Magic As the a small amount 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, educationalist and author. Acquaintance her because of her web site http://www.
Mother, I Dont Mind The Pain
I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one greatly loved. We come to acknowledge the death and alter our lives - fairly begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive.
Walt Whitman, Romance With a Stranger
The conception of brief encounters, even romantic encounters, with a stranger recurs often in the verses of Walt Whitman.Take, for example, these lines from one of the inscriptions that Whitman wrote to his 1860 copy of Foliage of Grass.
In The Midst Of All
In the midst of darkness, there is light. In the midst of evil, there is virtue.
Spell of the Andes: (in English and Spanish)
Note: in print 4-15-05, while forceful all the way through the Andes of Peru, from Huancayo to Lima. I sensed I was but an ant, among the mass of stone, earth and plant life of this enchanting, and continuing landscape.
You can do and you can be whatever you want. You have the power, and the right, to make the changes.
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