Poetry in rank - poetry
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.
Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem
The Incubus' Flash-lightHe looked classified my head And found a dreamHe didn't like-;As I looked back at him, I found an incubus Shinning a light(and stole this poem from him-last night).Thoughts: Dreams and Poetry: in dreams we let go of our inhibitions; in poetry we write them back out.
Uamaks Marine [suspense: now in Spanish and English]
Delicately, my mind was selecting a barely audible tune, out of the dead dark empty space surrounding me?I saw a shape on a rock, not sure who it was; I had a sensitivity though, a atmosphere call it, or second-sight; I've heard that before, not sure if I want to put a lot of belief into it, but so be it, the sensitivity and lack of feeling was there. I didn't' sense any chance in the moment, in the moonlit figure, meeting on the rocks, lurking, looking out into the deep.
The Business of Copan [In English and Spanish]
English VersionThe Business of Copan [480 AD]Advance: The ballgame at the Honduras quad in Copan, the year was 480 AD, Copan's 3rd ruler, Mat Head, whom succeeded Quetzal Macaw, whom was the come to grief of the city is now the new ruler. Mat Head, was a female, the other half of Quetzal Macaw, and here is where the story begins.
The Last King of Mars [A Poetic Mytho]
[As Told by the Last] King: it was in the year 23,700 BC that one of the two moons of earth was hit by a meteor that of which, a great part of the moon broke off and hit earth's appear with a devastating impact. Thus the solar arrangement absorbed a deluge in inconceivable proportions, from Jupiter to Mars; knocking Earth out of its 100,000-year Ice Age.
Two Poems on the Traditions of Peru [in English and Spanish]
Atahualpa's Game [Peruvian]Sometimes, it's not wise To share your wisdom ---as did, Atahualpa (The Inca King) in the Game of chess; thereafter, He was condemned to death.6/6/05 #713Note: Atahualpa, was the most illustrious of the Inca Kings, in the 16th century of Peru, I do relieve, and was held for payment by the Spaniards.
Ambiguity and Abstraction in Bob Dylan's Lyrics
To many citizens contemporary poetry is a turn-off. The analyze for this is that the adult years of these poems are boring.
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 captivated by the beauty of the accepted world, habitually portraying its cruel and savage disposition in his work as a contemplation of his own delicate anguish and mystic beliefs - converted that current man had lost touch with the prehistoric side of his nature.
My Final Defeat - Fixed Competition
She almost certainly can't bring to mind and I know I can never forget..
Three Poems and Paradise Lost [One for Hell, One for Heaven one for an Inca King]
The Fast-moving 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!.
Five Poems from Home [And a view on the globe vs. the poet]
Five Poems from Home1) Remembering: Dorothy Parker [Dedicated to the 1920s Poetess]Let it be said, Dorothy Parker lies dead, cremated to ash and poetry; thus, she died at the ripe old age of seventy-three-.The tiny woman with a big mouth, who got jammed in the rain and couldn't get out: continued to play the game, all the same, like drops of rain upon a pane.
Song of the Great Zimbabwe, and Silver and Inca Blood [Poems and notes]
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"Across the African, winter's skyIn the Southern edge of Zimbabwe Looking down from the Hill ComplexFrom on top, of an Antique Rock O'er the mountains steep-:A, vista I've longed to see, residesA site, I've longed to meet-; Thus, dwells, in this African Valley,Among the furthermost of man's feats? The great, Great Zimbabwe (Enclosure).A million-stones, built these antediluvian wallsSome twelve-fathoms, fathoms high That seems to reach unto the sky;Some say: a fortress, and palace, it is; And perhaps-, the legendary 'Ophir!'#747 7/2/05Silver and Inca BloodIn the Great Silver mines of Potosi-(Inca Indians) Conscripted mine workersCarry Quotas of ore-up hundreds of feetOf rope laddered-steps For don Francisco de ToledoAnd King Philip II, of Spain-;A farcified ability to see to becomeRich-off Inca blood, In the year-1571?#744 7/1/05Notes: (The Inca Empire): the belief is often that the Inca Empire was a large endeavor of its self; a collective confuse at best; difficult for sure; but for the most part, the Inca Empire was comprised of ethnic groups who were conquered into the Inca Empire, analogous to the Roman, which was a city country [Empire] you might say, who dominated the whole world into its Roman Empire; likewise, so did the Incas of South America.
Give Me a Lily Pad & The Continuum [two Poems]
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 corridor to run, tell your friends, they've won.
Three Poems: Dona Leonors Revenge; The Old Moon; Conventional 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.
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 associates were valued more than things.
Mother, I Dont Mind The Pain
I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one extremely loved. We come to acknowledge the death and alter our lives - instead begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive.
Expressing an Emotion - The Art of Characters Poetry
Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, conclusion gist in few words. A song of passion flowing out onto the pages, words that flow into each other and yet articulate the inner most opinion and feelings of those who read the words.
Poetry "Reborn" Emerges In Detective movie Mystery Novel
Since Mohamed Ali-then Cassius Clay-announced that he had in black and white "The world's express poem," I have known that I would be a poet. "ME? WHEE!" His celebratory assertion evoking shivers contained by my anxious teenaged identity, for I reasoned in rhyme.
Burning Autumn Foliage [a poem in Spanish and English]
Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel critical rake punctured And twisted because of 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.
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 manually to thy knees, for the roar of disloyal men will bleed: black blood, all the way through the vines of Jeremiah.
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