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
maid service near Lake Forest ..Poetry is more than just rhyming and prose that is... Read More
You can do and you can be whatever you want.... Read More
Key Largo:The fans turn lazily in front of the doorThey... Read More
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares... Read More
Mother's Day Poetry,I'm Sorry Mom!I'm sorry for the troubles ... Read More
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?;... Read More
Part One Midget HistoryI am thirty-six inches tall, that is... Read More
It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,thoughts of sleep... Read More
Have you ever sat there staring at the paper, ready... Read More
McLean, VA - "The Healing Conscious" tells the story of... Read More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and vision... Read More
Blind DesignsBorn today, gone tomorrow Like a butterfly with no... Read More
1.Evil's CreationThou knowith evil clings To tender peace-; Nor does... Read More
Charlotte Bronte (1816 ?1855) Novelist and Poet.Charlotte was the daughter... Read More
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard... Read More
Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no... Read More
Advance: in Mr. Siluk's poetry one finds symbolist values, sensuous... Read More
She probably can't remember and I know I can never... Read More
Ironically, the passion that can neutralize the repulsion for difficulties... Read More
You can show your poem to your mom, your spouse,... Read More
As I picked up some of the polished gemstones in... Read More
Memoirs of a Wasteland's RimIt still was light when she... Read More
Real Power.One Tsunami, and all our armies, Seem belittled by... Read More
A Poem - By Lorraine KemberIt was a day like... Read More
Note: written 4-15-05, while driving through the Andes of Peru,... Read More
top rated cleaning service Des Plaines ..There I sat, ninety-five degree weatherOutside; the bookstore caf?, was... Read More
Little girl from HuancayoDo you really, really know? Just how... Read More
You can do and you can be whatever you want.... Read More
1) End PoemWherever you are today- Is where you were... Read More
I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in... Read More
Poetry is more than just rhyming and prose that is... Read More
Poet Stephen B. Wiley's first book of poetry, Hero Island,... Read More
Shakespeare's sonnets require time and effort to appreciate. Understanding the... Read More
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?;... Read More
The Torrents of HellHell's furnace- Likened to a chimney Vomits... Read More
I am not the one I was before yesterday.I cannot... Read More
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th... Read More
Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists... Read More
I cannot bear to think of when you will be... Read More
Have you ever thought about how nice it would be... Read More
Charlotte Bronte (1816 ?1855) Novelist and Poet.Charlotte was the daughter... Read More
If you are serious about seeing your work published by... Read More
English VersionA bunch of us guys in the hutIn ?Nam... Read More
Part oneI see them in the skies I hear them... Read More
1) Shadows of the Andes [or: Song to the Andes]I... Read More
McLean, VA - "The Healing Conscious" tells the story of... Read More
Memoirs of a Wasteland's RimIt still was light when she... Read More
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"Across the African, winter's skyIn the... Read More
1)dying in the bar [sluggishly]yet, I would crawl too upto... Read More
Fair Andes! Thy arms reach highOf iron-woven solid stone Thu... Read More
Poetry |