Poetry in a row - poetry
Rhymes of an Arms Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
Rhymes of an Arms 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 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 category 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 since of what a big shot said?What's a prisoner to do when he's not believed, though he's forceful the truth, he's accepted wisdom to deceive?What's a prisoner to do as he sits all alone, no one seems to care; past associates all gone?What's a prisoner to do session lost and idle and most of one's opinion be converted 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 avoidance 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 bounce for the reason that his fate is sealed?What's a prisoner to do when doomed to despair but still praying to avoidance the stimulating chair?Tell me, what's a prisoner to do?Rev. Saundra L.
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may devastate and leave us fully bare.
Write Your Way to Fame
Have you ever accepted wisdom about how nice it would be to see your poem discussed in the New York Times? Think you have what it takes to develop into a eminent poet? Well the fateful truth is that no one has what it takes to be a celebrated poet. Here's a a small amount exercise: Name the most celebrated contemporary poet you can think of.
Two Poems, with Abstract Language
Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to analysis his poetry somewhat, for he hesitates all the time when I ask him to so; I can tell you.
The Assassinate of Lima and Road to Mantaro Valley (Two Poems)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Peru; in English and Spanish)In what draw back art hid?-Where diminishing mountains groan In shadow and amongThe torrents of the Rio? Is not your name Mantaro Valley?Beyond the road of the Andes--?I can hear your voice in echoesI can hear thy voice, delightfully low. I do but know thy by a glanceAs the clouds above me know? .
How I admiration what he's doing as I sit alone at night. How I astonishment who he's seeing How I awe if I'm right.
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
Learn about love by analysis poetry by a long dead poet named Rumi. No need to look for antique texts clandestine in caves.
Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide
The light of all eternity shines with me now / My feelings light up my life / How I find my way is indomitable by them / They light up my path and show me who I amWhen I was young, I felt so many effects / Then came the day when I could not stand the pain / My world was chaos then, crammed with be sad and grief / So I bunged up to guard that fragile Self withinYears would go by ahead of I could open again / I was affected to by position ahead of my be in command of / Life dealt me blows which I later acknowledged as my own / To initiate me to that be sad deep contained by my SoulI worked hard to find my way back to the Light / To that place in where I could feel once again / There my Heart shone forth with a brave face / And shed light on all that I had concealedNow I see how I blocked that tender-hearted Self / How I froze in the face of my lot / Troubles swirled about as a continual basis of grief / And I fell to sleep out of fearI am arousing now to the deep void in / Where I've stored all those troubles and pain / I fight my way back to that concentrate once again / So I can come forth entirely and be trueMy life moves accelerate as of this day / When I committed to conclusion my true Self / I've engaged all approach of demons on this journey / To come back to that Cause deep insideI wish for life to fill me now and bring all it can / I am avid for come into contact with and for augmentation / I want abundant assets from my Soul to fill me / So that I can truly enjoy all that I beholdThis work is every so often challenging as I have cultured / But no more than any task requiring Love / This journey enriches me with its drive / And fills me with Life and SoulThis is my gift to myself, my own holy Soul / To have, to hold and to consider / This Heart that bled is now curative its wounds / And can flourish again from what Life bringsLet there never be a arrival to where hurts cramp me up / And fill me with animosity and pain / I am awake now, yes, and can move ahead / To be glad about all that Life has assignedOh glory to you, my Sweet Soul, for appearance this day / I thank you from the base of my Heart / We two can sing as one the praises of Love / That take us advance on this journey by means of timeNever let it be said that one so deserving / Could not find his or her way Home / All whom will adhere to shall see this Light in turn / And know that their journey can be wonI take you with me now, my Sweet Soul / For you are here in my hands / Where I can see you / And together, we can be so bold"Move on," you say to me. "Move on, my love / The Light needs for us to do so" / And my Heart sings with the potential / So that "Yes" is the fulfil I can render with easeMy Heart is overflowing with Love and joy in this minute / Knowing that I am with you, my Soul / My feelings tell me you are there and at all times were / Till that sleep came over me ahead onBy development to your touch do I know You / And find my own truth there in your eyes / You show me by means of Love what my drive can be / I am inspired by this caring designI am delighted we are here together, in this life / I am contented that our love is so bright / For now I can reach you, my Sweet Soul Awe-inspiring / When you call to me from deep inside my HeartI have your come back with Dear, and know this to be true / That you and I are evermore to be born / In this life or another, we join with each other / And We Soar .
"I heard what you said, Red. Yet, I have to disagree.
The Time Has Come and Buzzing
Most of my poems are in print late at night, often, as this one was, after I have twisted out the light to go to sleep. It seems that is the time when I am most creative.
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of the cadaverous city of La Laguna de Paca, (Where I had met a long drawn out ghost) Within this borough 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.
Tale of the: Old Huntsman and the Blonde Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwife On the edge of the thick of the woods; They lived in an old run-down shack For forty-years and some. The old man hunted for his living, And his wife sewed on her lap.
Welcome to the Town of Feeling
Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad, Moved in down the streetCautious watched them, from her window, Wondering, which one ought to I meet?Confused came in with overwhelmed and said, "The Panics have come to town"Then Hopeful called the carefulls, And said that Happy was a clown.Anxious came in with the news, Confident had called a town meetingTo take a vote for Mayor, And to Accept the new neighbors to Feeling.
Savage Nature: The Life of Ted Hughes
One of the most central poets of the post-war period, Edward James Hughes (1930-1998), was drawn towards the primitive. He was charmed by the beauty of the artless world, habitually portraying its cruel and savage humor in his work as a deliberation of his own not public distress and magic beliefs - committed that current man had lost touch with the prehistoric side of his nature.
Blind Designs [a Poem] and a Note by Rosa on The Other Door
Blind DesignsBorn today, gone tomorrow Like a butterfly with no stomach Born n the morning, dead by night Oh-let me whisper Oh-let me cry What man has not learned? What man will not learn! In his pomposity, his oratory With his abstract concepts With his intellect With his creativeness He has befit enslaved By-them? By them all, he will fall. Ah! Yes-abstract concepts Bombast and language His intellect His cleverness This he plants behind To his decedents!.
I Saw the Universe
I can see the indigo blue of the skiesOr the cerulean 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 twelve-monthly trekAlternately arousing the life in the earthAnd then loss 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 away from 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..
Three Poems and Paradise Lost [One for Hell, One for Heaven one for an Inca King]
The White water of HellHell's furnace- Likened to a chimney Vomits her torrents Of flames- Into the air Through earths crust And the earth's trembles-!Agitated, she projects A thick curtain of smoke To heat the feet of those Who provoke her every wish. Like molten iron She waits for the soul(the moment) Then molds, into her enclosure Human serpents? Out of savage flesh!No storm, no struggle No eruption, no typhoon, Just a terrible phenomenon, Hell is able of producing; And upon death, Back into the Abyss They melt!.
You Lost Your Last Back and Me
I will never think twice nor will I roll the dice When it comes to my life I will take my Grannio's adviceYou play the hand you're dealt when it comes to who will be your Dad - But if you bluff about a card's face value for too many years you fail to remember you had - No Aces or King of Hearts in your fundamental deck - But considerably a worthless Joker-So Wild and Mad..
To My Friend, With Love
All is still; all quiet; The world seems to be at peace. My soul is singing its musical melody And I'm led like in a daze to write its tunes.
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