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Shakespeares Limerick XVIII, Shall I Contrast Thee to a Summers Day?


Shakespeare's sonnets call for time and energy to appreciate. Agreement the copious meanings of the lines, the crisply made references, the ability of the images, and the density of the sound, rhythm and assembly of the verse anxiety interest and experience.

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 for the duration of this ongoing trip in Peru, while in Lima, though the poem concerning: Chan Chan was oriinally on track last year,while at the antique site in Northern Peru, it was just complete 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 barely dim;Yet the Gorriones keep on swimming Gracefully, swimming, in the wind-Under the Lima sky? .

Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)


Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what draw back art hid?-Where diminishing mountains groan In shadow and amongThe white water of the Rio? Is not your name Mantaro Valley?Beyond the path 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? .

I Saw the Universe


I can see the cobalt blue of the skiesOr the navy 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 yearly trekAlternately initiation the life in the earthAnd then departure 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..

Two Poems: Black Poncho, and Spirits of de Copan [in English and Spanish]


English Version12) Black Poncho(of Saint Cosme Hill, by Lima, Peru)Lost in the grottos of Peru- By the hills of Huancayo Black Cape was given A treasure of gold?; By none other than, Demonic goblins!?in the form of boiling fruit; Hence, Black Cloak fooled The goblins of oldBy using his wrap to pull The scorching fair fruit Through the Andes to Lima, Peru!?Henceforward, he was swindled By a jeweler of dire repute. Thus, his life altered (as so often they do); And now he lives with: Thirty-five dogs, on San Cosme Hill.

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.

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 by hand to thy knees, for the roar of disobedient men will bleed: black blood, all the way through the vines of Jeremiah.

Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem


The Incubus' Flash-lightHe looked confidential 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.

Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance]


Stone Beds [Pompeii's surge]Advance: after the great explosion of Pompeii's adjoining volcano, Vesuvius, some two-thousand years ago in the peak of your success of the Roman Empire, what was left of the city were by and large ashes of stone from an unleashing furnace; it is hard to conceive of what the colonize went because of (none, not one being survived). I can only guess from the looks of the city today, and in its early excavations, its colonize were baked alive or asleep, like pottery.

A Ship to Remember


Hammers. Timbers.

Ode To Quetzalcoatal [Now in Spanish and English]


Ode to QuetzalcóatlQuetzalcóatl the GreatNo one knew his true name, so they Called him Quetzalcóatl-feather Serpent He and his crew of nineteen: faces Strange faces, descriptions 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!.

Rhymes of an Arms Man [Vietnam War: 1971]


Rhymes of an Guns Man [Vietnam War: 1971]An eleven part poem By Dennis L. SilukI had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 [1971], and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived.

Review Of Stephen B. Wileys First Book Of Poetry: HERO ISLAND


Poet Stephen B. Wiley's first book of poetry, Hero Island, reflects tender snapshots and reminiscent overviews of a range of stages of his life as a child effective on a farm in New Jersey, summer vacations spent with his category in Northern Vermont, and his affirmative stance on life.

Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta


Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th Century. From an early age he uttered an advantage in religion and later in life Kamalakanta customary commencement into Tantric Yoga from a Tantric yogi named Kenaram Bhattacharya.

Three Poems: Ghost of the Rocks; Lady from Lima & Bell Ringer of de Copan


Phantom of the Rocks[Huancayo, Peru]Night falls deepUpon the traveler!Low, over the AndesBy Huancayo-;They know a legend,Not of this earth,Where evil lurks(Over Palla-Huarcuan!..

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