Four poems: garner of beside yourself farm animals [katrinas pathway] - poetry
Four Poems: Katrina's Pathway
Harvest of Enraged Horses
It has happened before:
For a time, I left my body-
Bones in Water
There once was this gem
Doomed to Live [Katrina]
Doomed to live Are those who survived-? Katrina's colossal outcry The insubordination of Look after Nature Against mankind-. Thus, her ultimatum, her Remorseless, implacable Unalterable despair- Gave her skeleton to create A great catastrophe For humankind? Her face was gaunt, with Patched gray, decorated dead With flecked braids around Her eyelids-unaimed, calm Her voice, not even rose- She cracked New Orleans Her fair rival!. . .
Dennis Siluk, worldwide Poet
Poetry in a Nutshell
Poetry is more than just rhyming and prose that is in meters and verse. It is an art form.
I Shall Wait...
I Shall Wait..
Chan Chan and The Gorriones (Two Poems in English and Spanish)
The next two poems, one in English, the other in English and Spanish were done at some stage in this ongoing trip in Peru, while in Lima, though the poem concerning: Chan Chan was oriinally ongoing last year,while at the antiquated site in Northern Peru, it was just completed recently.The Gorriones of LimaIt is fall all about me-The Gorriones are swimming in the air Underneath the Lima skyAs if-, if fish could fly?Summer has gone its wayIt is fall again I say! The birds-, they just walk on byLooking, as if, if on parade-AndThe world keeps spinning;They just do not see it Until the hour comes?When the sun goes down!?When,Things get a hardly dim;Yet the Gorriones keep on swimming Gracefully, swimming, in the wind-Under the Lima sky? .
Two Poems and a Short Story
1)dying in the bar [sluggishly]yet, I would crawl too upto the bar, it was everything, the dampness the imprinted wood the zoned-out-ness in my head dreaming; it was change for the better than death? then I took a further drink?so many I never moved much, like dead fish. my head split like an ass it was numb and, nonentity else numbness was my homeacross the street, dancing on the patio the moon was out.
Im Sorry Mom! A Mothers Day Poem
Mother's Day Poetry,I'm Sorry Mom!I'm sorry for the troubles And the reservations I brought you. I'm sorry for my mistakes, I didn't mean to make you blue.
Rhymes of an Armaments Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
Rhymes of an Artillery 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.
Whats A Prisoner to Do?
What's a prisoner to do when fair dealing fails and the above suspicion is escorted off to jail?What's a prisoner to do once stigmatized, caged and abandoned and ostracized?What's a prisoner to do there's no one to trust; the coordination fails and the outcome unjust?What's a prisoner to do when children decide the punishment is acceptable and justified?What's a prisoner to do while confined in a cell; the perpetrator's free and faring quite well?What's a prisoner to do once his reputation is dead and his life has been ruined as of what a big name said?What's a prisoner to do when he's not believed, though he's effective the truth, he's belief to deceive?What's a prisoner to do as he sits all alone, no one seems to care; earlier associates all gone?What's a prisoner to do session lost and idle and most of one's judgment befit suicidal?What's a prisoner to do when freedom's taken away and the will to live diminishes each day?What's a prisoner to do when hedged in by strife; with no break away from possible; no ability for a new life?What's a prisoner to do when he can no longer see the beauty of the sky or the waves of the sea?What's a prisoner to do when the sun he can't feel, nor the breeze of bound since his fate is sealed?What's a prisoner to do when doomed to despair but still praying to avoidance the exciting chair?Tell me, what's a prisoner to do?Rev. Saundra L.
Never Ever More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and eyesight bleary, all night sat there journalism COBOL, coding allotment athwart the bed sheets, changing sentence structure for the mainframe, having check my final line, I took the floppy from the drive.Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command, but there below my effectuation, appeared the cryptic communication, "Abort, Retry, Ignore" and naught more.
As I chosen up some of the polished gemstones in the rock store I began to think about what the shingle looked like already they were polished. The store had more than a few rocks on demonstrate screening the ahead of and after and I realized that if you knew what you were looking for, you could certainly pass by a constructive gemstone.
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 aching heart disease, 1759-1796, but his life journey because of poverty, informal education, disappointed love, nationalism, and literary and monetary accomplishment can be identified by all Scots and collective men the world over.
Three Love Poems [all wicked]
Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists: as with 'Lovers'.
Tale of the Brick Maker, of San Jeronimo, Peru [In English and Spanish]
Tale of the Brick Maker, Of San Jerónimo, Peru [A Cup of Sorrow]-1In the Andean mountains, surrounded by theMantaro Valley area of Peru, Isolated, secluded, tranquil, is the littlevillage of San Jerónimo. Near the village, here lay the fecund valleywith bent-grass, and huge Mountains stretching northbound,And course towards the ocean's coast.
The Crusader: A Examination for the Asset Exclusive (an passage of an Epic Poem)
On all the way through the darkness she searches the bones Seeking the hand of her love; Deep in the stillness, the maid searches on, Petitioning help from above. Onward she gropes because of the flesh and the blood Of the warriors stained and maimed; She carries no hope for the life of her love - For zilch but his body she came.
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 consistent subtlety of course, and a ting of acuteness, but we have to hag on if we want a good ride:1.
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.
Poetry in Turbulence
To many non-specialists of literature, poetry is acutely unsatisfying. There are a number of reasons for this, but two in distinct come to mind.
The Exit Poems [Iron and Fire & No Heroes]
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]Iron and FireIron can be assuage by fire- grows hard in the cold; and all the gates therein are, as it was, congested again. So, often are those misled? by luxury and pride, who push humbleness aside-: thus, deliverance their vanity and perfection their virtue? and in the end, they all collided.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was session on a small prop-plane departure Iquitos, Peru for a trip down the Amazon concerning 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].
Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is time to go.
Four Poems: Bring in of Annoyed Cattle [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's PathwayHarvest of Annoyed Horses ((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)It has happened before: Nearby and afar, Where the four-horses of Apocalypse With their angry nostrils Breathed in the fury of the winds Only to vomit out, disaster; - Then galloped away, Against pale faces!..
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