1.
Evil's Creation
Thou knowith evil clings
To tender peace-;
Nor does it heed one's drowsy
Un-enthralled grief?
But softly it darkens
Twilight's dunes-;
With sprinkling shadows
Straight from the moon.
O Night! Who giveth birth?
To Evils plight?
As mighty murmurs
Reached my breast?:
"His name has no beginning
And no end?!"
But why?! O why?
Everlasting King,
Have you created?!
Such a thing?
As mighty murmurs
Reached my breast?:
"To see, whom you love
The very best!..."
#609 4/1/05
2.
Lima,
City with the Stretched out Wings
It's an ink-black night: no stars: no moon in sight
Just dots of: red, green and white-white lights
As the plane descends, descends, slides down
On the long-drawn-out-flat lingering city of lights
Flat as a pancake, lit up like a Christmas tree-
The sleepless city, with its stretched out wings
Stretching from the mountains to the sea-
Winding through the valley's, forests, and streams
Stretching, stretching its naked wings-endlessly
As,
I'm descending, down, over and around the city
The city with stretched out winds-endless lights
Down, down, behind, downward, it's immune to me
I'm just part of its evening, a baptism in its inky, sky
Invisible: people, cats, dog, birds, and rats, infinite
Uncountable: dots, dot-streams of lit, dot-lights;
People: walking, talking, sleeping, eating by the dots
People: waiting, killing, robbing, praying by the dots
For tomorrow, tomorrow and another tomorrow
They say-:
You are ruthless, and I know this can be true
And they tell me you have thieves, and murders-
And this, I dare say, but shall, is also true, very true
But show me a city to the contrary of eight-million-?
I shake my fist and say: '?show me, but no one does'
So alive, so brave, with strong and hungry hearts:
I say, show me one that sings in poverty, and smiles
Prove me one that, celebrates year-round of its heroes
Show me painters that are as good that sell on streets
And that welcomes the world with stretched out arms
Show me all this, or some of this, I will say no more
And so,
I descend to its streets, it's crowed, winding streets
And to its neighborhoods with dust and soiled air,
And hear the laughs of the children, the dogs on roofs
The Shoe-shine boys, men, and numerous food carts
And with its naked featherless wings, covering all
Under its wrinkled aged men, women, standing tall
From drudgery, and toil, sweat, strive, grinding away
Each and every day, praying in the Christian way-
You are like a mighty ship that sails and never sinks
3.
Rose's First Poem:
Minnesota Judges
By Rosa Siluk
In Saint Paul, good judges are rare!
their judgments are personal,
and they don't care.
To stimulate virtue,
they shake their hips.
In due course of time
I hope they're replaced,
And all Saint Paul will have a new face.
For the "Cussedest Rascals," in all the city
are those big horned judges
-legal, but sissies.
And so I remark,
to the little and big?
to the claimants they skip,
and nitwits they give.
Dennis L. Siluk is the author of 29-books, and has traveled the world 25-times around. His wife has been trying to catch up, but has only made it 10 times, and this is her first poem. I hate to see her next year, she will have me beat. http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
no-contract cleaning service Glenview ..Advance: in Mr. Siluk's poetry one finds symbolist values, sensuous... Read More
House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three]Here is where,... Read More
Mother's Day Poetry,I'm Sorry Mom!I'm sorry for the troubles ... Read More
Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who... Read More
In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In... Read More
Bells for Belphegor!...Where immortal veils never meet Belphegor, Arch devil... Read More
Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to review his poetry... Read More
JOINEDHeart beat of man pounding - yet unheard joined... Read More
Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my wounds Let your waves curl... Read More
Writing innovative poetry, the kind of poetry that reputable literary... Read More
The Poet's Corner [Three poem/ see review of poetry under... Read More
#25The King and Delka [Split Mawkishness-on Moiromma /Part V]Sickly SentimentalityI... Read More
You speak simple, completley understandable justifications I respect them, respect... Read More
Do not be afraid to shine. This world needs what... Read More
Poems have different cores, or so I believe, and can... Read More
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,... Read More
The Torrents of HellHell's furnace- Likened to a chimney Vomits... Read More
Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to... Read More
It was not me as I am now. It was... Read More
The Epic Poem:A Death in Cajamarca, Peru [Atahualpa, in Cajamarca]Advance:... Read More
Two Poems and an Analysis ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']WitnessMy... Read More
Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is... Read More
Have you ever read the lyrics of a Simon and... Read More
Supernatural PoetryHere are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems.... Read More
Memoirs of a Wasteland's RimIt still was light when she... Read More
house cleaning company Glencoe ..The light of all eternity shines with me now /... Read More
I am among those who know that one never recovers... Read More
You can do and you can be whatever you want.... Read More
So Many Einstein'sThe morning mist, insists there is a God.... Read More
Note: written after seeing the little adobe 16th century church... Read More
To many people contemporary poetry is a turn-off. The reason... Read More
You cannot make someone love you. All you can do... Read More
Part One Midget HistoryI am thirty-six inches tall, that is... Read More
The Epic Poem:A Death in Cajamarca, Peru [Atahualpa, in Cajamarca]Advance:... Read More
Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the New-blooded frogs; The bugs... Read More
Note: written 4-15-05, while driving through the Andes of Peru,... Read More
Ironically, the passion that can neutralize the repulsion for difficulties... Read More
The funeral rite concluded With the pastor shaking hands, Offering... Read More
[As Told by the Last] King: it was in the... Read More
1.Evil's CreationThou knowith evil clings To tender peace-; Nor does... Read More
In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In... Read More
BoyhoodOh me! Thy glorious days have flown! I mealy noticed,... Read More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and vision... Read More
English VersionAnd the Death God said: "Let it rise to... Read More
What Hides behind the Minute?What hides behind the minute? It... Read More
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was... Read More
What do you do when you want to write poetry?... Read More
Learn about love by reading poetry by a long dead... Read More
A Poem - By Lorraine KemberIt was a day like... Read More
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]Iron and FireIron can be... Read More
Poetry |