Poetry in sequence - poetry
You make me smile like I've seldom done before You give me a reason to want more and more..
It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now. It was not me as I was then.
Three Poems (While in Transition/English and Spanish)
Here are three more poems by the author, Dennis Siluk, while roaming 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 dark weave their webswith low-lights, as the moon rises.
A Poem - By Lorraine KemberIt was a day like any other and mother, father, sister, brother, were haulage out the customs of their land. When rapidly lacking warning, Protect Description came calling, shook the earth and stole the ocean from the sand.
Black Blood, in Jeremiahs Vines - A Poem and an Article
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard the crackling of wood, and I noticed the Lord God had made men of wood, and fire came from his mouth.Then the wind poured its grief upon us-over our sins; and I heard the words for the seventh time, "Go to the mountains!"Foolish ancestors of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss physically to thy knees, for the roar of insubordinate men will bleed: black blood, because of the vines of Jeremiah.
The Time Has Come and Buzzing
Most of my poems are in print late at night, often, as this one was, after I have bowed out the light to go to sleep. It seems that is the time when I am most creative.
Four Poems: Bring in of Angry Cattle [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's PathwayHarvest of Angry Horses ((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)It has happened before: Nearby and afar, Where the four-horses of Apocalypse With their blazing nostrils Breathed in the fury of the winds Only to vomit out, disaster; - Then galloped away, Against pale faces!..
Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Bells for Belphegor!..
Lamenting Poetic Moods [six Poems]
Advance: in Mr. Siluk's poetry one finds symbolist values, affective impressions; verbal magic and even childish jingles; at times the admired 8-syllable verse (ballad metre).
Ode To Quetzalcoatal [Now in Spanish and English]
Ode to QuetzalcˇatlQuetzalcˇatl the GreatNo one knew his true name, so they Called him Quetzalcˇatl-feather Serpent He and his crew of nineteen: faces Strange faces, imagery of a prince, a lord: King of the Yucatan in the year 986 ADHe was a tall man; long cloths, sandals; White as day, with a long beard, black hair. Some say red: some don't say? But they called him priest, Lord, king Amongst many things: god!.
Asha of Darfur [A poem with a commentary by the author]
Asha of DarfurCry, cry-oh hardly Darfur woman For your sister Janjaweed- [in Sudan's hard region-who was raped to death); Where rape and death run ramped;And Asha prays the Arabs don't' hear Here crying hardly 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!..
As I selected up some of the polished gemstones in the rock store I began to think about what the shingle looked like ahead of they were polished. The store had quite a few rocks on demonstrate performance the ahead of and after and I realized that except you knew what you were looking for, you could by far pass by a beneficial gemstone.
Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists that we appraise the illusory clarity of our procedures and the goals that motivate us. How does one essentially get from "A" to "B"-and is there ever exceedingly a "B"? What color is the white space among "A" and "B"? Upon earlier inspection, appear realities divulge themselves to be permeable and fragile, covered with textures and grains that lead the eye on not to be trusted pathways.
Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th Century. From an early age he uttered an appeal in mysticism and later in life Kamalakanta established admission into Tantric Yoga from a Tantric yogi named Kenaram Bhattacharya.
Whats A Prisoner to Do?
What's a prisoner to do when fair dealing fails and the childlike 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 classification fails and the outcome unjust?What's a prisoner to do when children 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 shot said?What's a prisoner to do when he's not believed, though he's decisive the truth, he's attention to deceive?What's a prisoner to do as he sits all alone, no one seems to care; ex- links all gone?What's a prisoner to do meeting lost and idle and most of one's judgment develop into 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 possible; no attempt 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 bounce since his fate is sealed?What's a prisoner to do when doomed to despair but still praying to avoid the stimulating chair?Tell me, what's a prisoner to do?Rev. Saundra L.
Shakespeares Couplet XVIII, Shall I Associate Thee to a Summers Day?
Shakespeare's sonnets compel time and attempt to appreciate. Accord the many meanings of the lines, the crisply made references, the brightness of the images, and the density of the sound, rhythm and arrangement of the verse hassle awareness and experience.
My Final Defeat - Fixed Competition
She maybe can't commit to memory and I know I can never forget..
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of the buried city of La Laguna de Paca, (Where I had met a enduring ghost) Within this county of Huancayo--Peru; Truth lies, but only the soul knows.Part TwoSo the legend goes, of long ago: During the rising of the full moon The Mermaid of La Laguna de Paca, appears And to the close towns folks, she echoes.
Africa - Wheres The Profit?
A poetic criticism that just welled up exclusive my head - why cant we just do a bit - ahead of many more are dead?How pious those politicians are, When up there on T.V.
JOINEDHeart beat of man pounding - yet unheard joined becomes the beat of a nation.Words of man written - yet unread joined becomes a proclamation.
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