An old wood pile [a poem with notes] - poetry
Old skin, once held tight
She hears my feet
Tilting her face
Notes by the author: "I think of for myself as an old wood pile you might say, and so I use that analogy here: in my poem "An Old Wood Pile," not out of disrespect. My look after had her mission, I was part of it. She was part of mine. I think I have cultured to do one thing, if anything, in life, which is to assay it; otherwise, for me it would not be worth living. For this is where the truth of the be of importance is. Why do we do what we do; my nurse said, "Who wants to live like this??" and I had to make a amount for her, after she made her choice. We live in a world where most people, enthusiastic or unwilling live in a pretense, when my protect said want she said, there was no more con for her, if there ever was any. She hunted to go to the next level, and said goodbye in her own way. As we will in time. "
Dennis Siluk see his books at http://www. bn. com or http://www. abe. com
Breathing-in, Minnesota [a poem: now in Spanish and English]
In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In buckets, buckets and more buckets-: drops Likened to music from its many streams-land Of ten-thousand lakes; moistened gravel, gravel Everywhere?Grandpa sits on the porch-daydreaming of, of Something, i don't know frost about the corner-; As the flies disappear, with the mosquitoes? Leaves will soon vanish, darkness will come earlyMaybe he's belief about summer: miles and miles And miles and miles of cornfields; his childhood now Long gone, he hums a hymn, a song; looking at the Metal-piped fence, he made, with three poles, on the Embankment, important up the steps to the porch; It's worn-out like him.The winds in Minnesota smell fresh, fresh from all The foliage, there's a lot of it.
I am not the one I was ahead of yesterday.I cannot go back.
Three Poems (While in Transition/English and Spanish)
Here are three more poems by the author, Dennis Siluk, while peripatetic througout Essential and South America.Three Poems While in Transition (In Spanish and English)Poem OneEnglish VersionOrange Timid MoonOŽer the Copan skyan arch of darkness weave their webswith low-lights, as the moon rises.
Famous Poets Quotations - Top 30 Poetry Quotations by Famed Poets
"For this argue poetry is a touch more philosophical and more admirable of considerable consideration than history."-- Aristotle"Every American poet feels that the whole conscientiousness for contemporary poetry has fallen upon his shoulders, that he is a literary nobility of one.
Since Youve Been Gone...
My life has changedin so so many waysIt seems to all the time bein a state of disarray..
Farewell to Lester Graybill
I never met a man, who could shake my hand, and make my heart feel like a fireside afire.I never met a man, who could smile so easy, real honest.
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
In this contemporary age of technology, busy lifestyles, and obsession with consumerism have taken a lot of the romance and love out of our lives. The Internet has befit a average to bond with associates as all and sundry is decision it a lot harder to meet one a different in the 'real' world.
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you announce old oppression 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 affection of a hugFind the Magic As the barely 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 be glad in this exclusive wonderFind the Magic As you listen in to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and attractive in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once again© 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, coach and author. Associate her all the way through her web site http://www.
Shakespeares Elegy XVIII, Shall I Associate Thee to a Summers Day?
Shakespeare's sonnets call for time and energy to appreciate. Agreement the abundant meanings of the lines, the crisply made references, the brilliancy of the images, and the convolution of the sound, rhythm and arrangement of the verse anxiety interest and experience.
Song of the Great Zimbabwe, and Silver and Inca Blood [Poems and notes]
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"Across the African, winter's skyIn the Southern edge of Zimbabwe Looking down from the Hill ComplexFrom on top, of an Antediluvian Rock O'er the mountains steep-:A, vista I've longed to see, residesA site, I've longed to meet-; Thus, dwells, contained by this African Valley,Among the most of man's feats? The great, Great Zimbabwe (Enclosure).A million-stones, built these antediluvian wallsSome twelve-fathoms, fathoms high That seems to reach unto the sky;Some say: a fortress, and palace, it is; And perhaps-, the legendary 'Ophir!'#747 7/2/05Silver and Inca BloodIn the Great Silver mines of Potosi-(Inca Indians) Conscripted mine workersCarry Quotas of ore-up hundreds of feetOf rope laddered-steps For don Francisco de ToledoAnd King Philip II, of Spain-;A farcified dream to becomeRich-off Inca blood, In the year-1571?#744 7/1/05Notes: (The Inca Empire): the guess is often that the Inca Empire was a large endeavor of its self; a customary blooper at best; dense for sure; but for the most part, the Inca Empire was comprised of ethnic groups who were under enemy control into the Inca Empire, akin to the Roman, which was a city homeland [Empire] you might say, who subject the whole world into its Roman Empire; likewise, so did the Incas of South America.
A Poem - By Lorraine KemberIt was a day like any other and mother, father, sister, brother, were shipping out the customs of their land. When abruptly exclusive of warning, Look after Character came calling, shook the earth and stole the ocean from the sand.
Its What She Didnt Say
When I hear your voice contained by my head it makes me think of you every distinct day as I fight back tears of desolation and astonishment if you're okayMy life is empty devoid of you I wish time would take away the pain but the ache in my heart persists and my clean hopes seem in vainI apprehend how much I hurt you and now I know it's too late to tell you how sorry I am and be expecting you not to hateI don't deserve a back attempt to show you how much I care when you looked-for me the most I know I abortive to be thereNow your trust in me is gone ceaselessly and I will never have the accidental to say I certainly hope your dreams come true and happiness finds you every dayI would give about something in life if I could go back to that day and erase all I said and did to make your despondency go awayWhat hurts the most is this is what you didn't say and the nonappearance of these words haunt me each and every day..
Rules for Journalism Poetry
You've been journalism poetry since that first assignment in your high instruct journalism class. You know the rules about copy poetry, right? Are there rules? Well, if you common the poetry forums crosswise the Internet as much as I do, you'd find that there are a lot of amateur poets who immovably announce that there are no rules for journalism poetry and if a big shot even suggests analysis poetry or books on poetry, many of the amateur poets will throw up a cynical front.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was session on a small prop-plane exit Iquitos, Peru for a trip down the Amazon en route for the opening, the mouth of the mighty Amazon,--to Manaus. As we flew low one could see the waters of the Amazon, the city at all times impressed me, but more from this birds-eye view, you could see the mighty river in its squid like form, with all it tentacles [contributories: waters involving to the river].
Uamaks Water [suspense: now in Spanish and English]
Delicately, my mind was selecting a muted 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 air 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 lack of feeling was there. I didn't' sense any jeopardy in the moment, in the moonlit figure, session on the rocks, lurking, looking out into the deep.
Key Largo - Frater Albertus
Key Largo:The fans turn slothfully in front of the doorThey open wide performance mangroves galoreAn egret in the everglades stalks its preyHaltingly it walks along its wayOn a further clear and sunny dayA woman's floppy hat shades her beauty not so brittleThe silky scarf that holds the hat flutters just a littleShe pauses in the threshold of the doorSurveying what she's looking forShe is looking as the crow flies at meHer beauty flaunted all to see.'Where are you from?' while noticing I had a frownOn the other couch she in a classy manner sits downIn the small hotel lobby bar'A city north and very far.
Beautiful Dreamer, Stephen Foster, Americas First Folk Song Writer
"Beautiful Dreamer" was in print by Stephen Bring up just beforehand his death in 1864 at age 37. The song became one of his most famed and most popular.
Rhymes of an Artillery Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
Rhymes of an Armaments Man [Vietnam War: 1971]An eleven part poem By Dennis L. SilukI had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 , and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived.
The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish)
English VersionAnd the Death God said: "Let it rise to its glory in the Rio Valley-for a season; then let it be gone, we shall call it Copan?"Prologue: Empires come and go, liken to cosmic events, or the storms about the world: Atlantis, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, the Inca Nation, and even the great Maya heroic times of Copan, in Essential America. All came and all left, one way or another; now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time.
Top 20 Poetry Quotations
Explore the gist of poetry and the motivation of poets with this elite album of reminiscent quotations..
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