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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 doubling them.

Three Love Poems [all wicked]


Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists: as with 'Lovers'.

Ballade of an Inca King


Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?; In Spain, they leave the full of life streets, For sail to Peruvian shores;The low sound of the gold is sweet,It glows and glistens like the sun A mountain of gold, or the grave Awaits the human, Inca-god?!Spaniards sing their songs of victoryWhere breaks the green Peruvian sea; Who now, worships the Inca King (?) Guarded after prisons doors-?They gossip about his fair-haired ringsThey watch the winds cross the shores? They count the days that idle by, For gold they worship and will die.Envoy.

In The Midst Of All


In the midst of darkness, there is light. In the midst of evil, there is virtue.

The King and Delka & Moiromma: the Cold Globe [Parts 25 and 26]


#25The King and Delka [Split Mawkishness-on Moiromma /Part V]Sickly SentimentalityI have hunted out friends Only to find rawness Of their passion; And the equivalence Of their vision.Who out there can know My brainy verve?(Only the long dead)By King Moir I[Of Moiromma]Ah! the purposeless heavens come back to his mind as he stands on his gallery looking up into he eerie dark.

Whats A Prisoner to Do?


What's a prisoner to do when fairness fails and the chaste 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 arrangement fails and the outcome unjust?What's a prisoner to do when category decide the punishment is defensible 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 for the reason that of what a big cheese said?What's a prisoner to do when he's not believed, though he's decisive the truth, he's belief to deceive?What's a prisoner to do as he sits all alone, no one seems to care; past contacts all gone?What's a prisoner to do session lost and idle and most of one's opinion befall 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 avoid possible; no accidental 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 as his fate is sealed?What's a prisoner to do when doomed to despair but still praying to break the stimulating chair?Tell me, what's a prisoner to do?Rev. Saundra L.

Two Poems, with Metaphoric Language


Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to assess his poetry somewhat, for he hesitates all the time when I ask him to so; I can tell you.

Asha of Darfur [A poem with a commentary by the author]


Asha of DarfurCry, cry-oh barely Darfur woman For your sister Janjaweed- [in Sudan's callous region-who was raped to death); Where rape and death run ramped;And Asha prays the Arabs don't' hear Here sniveling barely black tears? ?in fear she will be chained to a bedIn Darfur, by the insidious justice Of the Arabs, who run ramped?Ah, yes! In Darfur you've guessed, It is not a crime to raped and arrested; By the very one who raped, and terrorizedYou; it is the conquest?Satan's ribs!..

Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]


Bells for Belphegor!..

Recollections


I AM SO Gratifying for simpler times. Stores were congested on Sundays, TV shows seemed to make more sense, Family members spent ample time with each other, And citizens were valued more than things.

Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]


So Many Einstein'sThe dawn mist, insists there is a God. The earth ashes faithful to its orbit.

In Poetry: Consequence of Words [And ...Rocket-belt]


In Poetry: Connotation of WordsWhen I write poetry, I check out the consequence of words for too often they sound the same, but once written, and if spelled wrong, in consequence, give a absolute altered connotation of what I had intended; this I call a jiffy of dent control. If my rhyme is flat, and my inflection is off, so what, I can survive, as long as the consequence of my words are not; and are as I meant them to be.

Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]


BoyhoodOh me! Thy glorious days have flown! I mealy noticed, now they're gone, How abruptly accepted the flowers! Time does not stop youth's bells; It was like I was in a spell, And my face now shows the hours!Ah yes! My young past days, Still lively in my fair age, When all was quick and new Now wrapped in movies and books, And acquaintances and category were all I knew And love was shown by gracious looks!#741 6/26/05Old AgeThey stop by to see me now To find what's old and new, They peer into my-everything, And assess my views; They tell me what I must like, And that I must be grieved-These are my fragile contacts That takes the strongest liberties?I mean to take the signal off; And put the phone exterior the door; In vain I speak to tell them why -I shan't live here anymore!#742 6/26/05A note on Style: some ancestors ask, "What style of poetry to you like the best?" I can never fulfil that question; it is open-ended to me. If I feel like infringement free from tradition as in the poem of: "Old Age," so be it; and if I feel conventional verse, a stricter conventional archetype be supposed to be used, as in "Boyhood," and can be part of the cause completely to the poem, so it is.

A Death in Cajamarca, Peru (Atahualpa, in Cajamarca ((in English and Spanish))


The Epic Poem:A Death in Cajamarca, Peru [Atahualpa, in Cajamarca]Advance: This is a version, not a conversion of any kind, on the captivity and death of Atahualpa the Inca King of the Inca Empire, in the 16th century (Peru).Atahualpa, continuing in Cajamarca Greeted by De Soto, his free ally from Spain! "Be Calm! These times will be tolerant to you.

Never Ever More


Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and apparition bleary, all night sat there inscription COBOL, coding broaden diagonally the bed sheets, changing sentence structure for the mainframe, having checkered 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 nil more.

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