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Two poems in black and white for the duration of recovery - poetry


Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to move, we've been going all the way through our effects as most ancestors must, to coach for the new location, and in doing so, I found two poems, ones I wrote in 1990, now 15-years old, never published, and so I'd like to advertise them today. I was a heavy drinker up to 1984 (some twenty years drinking), when I quite, and so these poems must have a touch to do with it, a affront consideration perhaps. They were never numbered, as I have done in the past to most of my poems, but I affect they would be about #125 and #126, or so, out of #760. I did not have a name for also of them, so I shall name them accordingly?now:

1) Hell's Taverns

Do not die Not now, not yet- Your evil eye will not be blessed

And in hell you'll wake

To wild beast's; thus, Do not die Not yet

Only to wake to a

Icy and burning sweat;

Wait my friend-

Tell me you won't die To Taverns of booze

Only to wake and find

You are dead, dead Laying flat in hell's Taverns!?

#126 1990

2) Ballade of a Getting your strength back Drunk

Peace of mind in a world of huntsman and foe- Is not possible That rots like clay-. Wisdom-is inscription a book, For Philosopher and God And not analysis it?

#125 1990

Dennis Siluk web site http://dennissiluk. tripod. com

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