Give me a lily pad & the continuum [two poems] - poetry
What can I do to keep this world in its orbital spin? I gave up frustrating to win the hearts of the many-. Throw the meat-balls anti the wall, stop, stop!! Trying to make them spin, like God did in the heavens!
Sexual longings-a lane to anger and rage- Turn the page to the cheap hotels, turn the page Give it a lane to run, tell your friends, they've won. And don't counter to anyone; hang up the phone?!
Don't go external the house, develop into dulcimer- Hit the hammer, the hammer, the hammer, stop, stop! The darkness of the night is coming, open the window I'll, I'll disappear, no air, no air classified her-anywhere!
Neck bones look weak, like honey over thawed meat: Everyone's neck bones, all I see, even me? I'll be a guest of hell soon, the land of no vegetables Or balloons?just neck bones, everywhere: everywhere.
The place where no one cares, no one cares, no one: Like unfed fish, fish, unfed fish-nibbling at nothing; In a four-sided aquarium, with-with piranhas? Give me a lily pad to sail away, today, today, today!. . .
I emerged from
A Note by Rosa: two poems: not sure what I want to say on these two poems; interesting, they make me think of why the poet uses what he uses; I know my wife says, it is called "effect" and it makes me take a big deep breathe. Is that what he wants, if so he got it. Rosa
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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 Chief America. All came and all left, one way or another; now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time.
Poems have another cores, or so I believe, and can only be structured well for a few abstract language-heart beats; like all counselors are not made for all clients, so all poems are not made for the same person, or purpose; when we read we all have our likes and dislikes; I do not of necessity know what poetry is per se, but I do know what the distinction of poetry has, and great poetry is close to an illusion?it carries an echo I do believe-figurative yes, at best, and questionable yes, by far. Here are five poems I've a short time ago wrote, all with a altered core, focus and style.
Mechanical Poetry - Part Three
Have you ever read the lyrics of a Simon and Garfunkle song? Pure poetry. Want to write poems like that? Start photocopying them.
Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Bells for Belphegor!..
Since Youve Been Gone...
My life has changedin so so many waysIt seems to constantly bein a state of disarray..
Burning Autumn Trees [a poem in Spanish and English]
Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel cutting rake punctured And twisted all through tons of autumn leaves (back in the '50s); And there's a hill yet, I didn't rake, I see Behind it, two embankments Leaves I didn't rake a day ago; The essence of fall sleeps on the ground.
Why I enjoy Writing?
During interviews and broad-spectrum conversations with the public,one of the most challenging questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?So due to the challenge manifested in such a question,I pondered on creating an answer. Many reasons came to mind,but after digesting much"time for thought",I managed to condense my reaction to three items.
Africa - Wheres The Profit?
A poetic expansion that just welled up exclusive my head - why cant we just do a bit - already many more are dead?How pious those politicians are, When up there on T.V.
Three Sweet Poems, and Two Not So Sweet [now in: SPANISH and English]
1) End PoemWherever you are today- Is where you were meant to be; It's where God, dotted the 'i' and the 't'?!2) God's AngelsGod asked his angels: "Why do you look so sad?" Responded one angel: "Sir, we can't find the shade."3) An Empty SpaceOut of wisdom one will wait, travel far for love; the thirst will not kill them.
Tsunami -a Poem Committed To Help Aid and Awareness and Further Forthcoming Harmony. Make Peace Not War
Real Power.One Tsunami, and all our armies, Seem belittled by their wars, What Animals fled, and tribesmen read, Finally Arrives with crushing roar, Wholesale slaughter, chastely by water, Makes us seem an irrelevance, Concepts of power, alter by the hour, Faced with primeval elements.
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.
Three Poems: Dona Leonors Revenge; The Old Moon; Customary 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 grief-stricken 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.
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 MoonO´er the Copan skyan arch of gloom weave their webswith low-lights, as the moon rises.
Shakespeares Epic XVIII, Shall I Contrast Thee to a Summers Day?
Shakespeare's sonnets compel time and attempt to appreciate. Accepting the copious meanings of the lines, the crisply made references, the brilliancy of the images, and the difficulty of the sound, rhythm and assembly of the verse difficulty awareness and experience.
I Saw the Universe
I can see the cobalt blue of the skiesOr the cobalt of the nightI can see the stars wink, the grin of the moonDuring the changes of it's monthly face**I am in awe**I see the sun on it's once a year trekAlternately development the life in the earthAnd then departure away to allow it to sleepUntil the next spring**I am told the Universe is "out there"Beyond those stars, moon and sun,Yet the power of what I can seeIs a fathoming clear of my comprehension**I am in awe**"Out there" no time, no seasons passNo sense of age, hatred or loss existOnly the infinity0f the Universe**What IS "out there"?What IS the Universe that has no end?What IS the power that creates all this?I want to see it too**And then I remember..
The Power of Intake Disorders
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what you might see.
Robert Burns Love Poem: A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns, a poor man, an educated man, and a ladies' man, is agent of Scotland, much like whisky, haggis, bagpipes, and kilts. He lived a life shortened by stiff heart disease, 1759-1796, but his life journey all the way through poverty, informal education, disappointed love, nationalism, and literary and economic achievement can be identified by all Scots and customary men the world over.
There are many times I set up barriers and walls, invisible except you come too close, And then you hit them.You astonishment what happened.
Ode, to the Mighty Midget Omac [In English and Spanish]
Part One Midget HistoryI am thirty-six inches tall, that is all-Honest to god I am My hair is green, my eyes red, and IHave a very thick neckMy eyebrows are thin, and my beardHas three hairs? And I bore abuse, when I was youngYes! It happened to be; day by day??folks laugh at me, my appearanceYou see?I make them appalled. .
A Ship to Remember
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