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
family-safe home cleaners Lincolnshire ..1) End PoemWherever you are today- Is where you were... Read More
Poems have different cores, or so I believe, and can... Read More
I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in... Read More
In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot... Read More
Ode to Quetzalc?atlQuetzalc?atl the GreatNo one knew his true name,... Read More
Rhymes of an Ordnance Man [Vietnam War: 1971]An eleven part... Read More
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol' poet- To... Read More
I AM SO GRATEFUL for simpler times. Stores were closed... Read More
[Episode Five]Arizona Blue-GunfighterThe Wolves Nest-in the North[Episode Five]Northern Minnesota Area?Winter... Read More
Phantom of the Rocks[Huancayo, Peru]Night falls deepUpon the traveler!Low, over... Read More
Poet Stephen B. Wiley's first book of poetry, Hero Island,... Read More
Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of... Read More
Key Largo:The fans turn lazily in front of the doorThey... Read More
Lima, City with the Stretched out WingsIt's an ink-black... Read More
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?;... Read More
Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to... Read More
What's a prisoner to do when justice fails and... Read More
Here are three more poems by the author, Dennis Siluk,... Read More
All Hail.Is your hospital full of aliens, despite new cleaning... Read More
Five Poems from Home1) Remembering: Dorothy Parker [Dedicated to the... Read More
I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS... Read More
In the quiet of the arctic night- In its deep... Read More
I am not the one I was before yesterday.I cannot... Read More
It was not me as I am now. It was... Read More
Stone Beds [Pompeii's surge]Advance: after the great eruption of Pompeii's... Read More
after renovation cleaning Bannockburn ..There are many times I set up barriers and walls,... Read More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and vision... Read More
Note: written after seeing the little adobe 16th century church... Read More
now is not the time to open open that great... Read More
My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on... Read More
The light of all eternity shines with me now /... Read More
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]Iron and FireIron can be... Read More
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,... Read More
Little girl from HuancayoDo you really, really know? Just how... Read More
House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three]Here is where,... Read More
Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel... Read More
Writing innovative poetry, the kind of poetry that reputable literary... Read More
Ded?cate to Antonio Castillo. L. Of. Los Andes UniversitarioOde to:The... Read More
1.Night in Jamaica [Peruvianism: 1810]It was a rainy night... Read More
The funeral rite concluded With the pastor shaking hands, Offering... Read More
"Beautiful Dreamer" was written by Stephen Foster just before his... Read More
Lord Byron's opening couplet to "She Walks In Beauty" is... Read More
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may... Read More
Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, ... Read More
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you release old bondage... Read More
Have you ever thought about how nice it would be... Read More
Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down... Read More
Phantom of the Rocks[Huancayo, Peru]Night falls deepUpon the traveler!Low, over... Read More
Supernatural PoetryHere are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems.... Read More
All Hail.Is your hospital full of aliens, despite new cleaning... Read More
Poetry |