English Version
A bunch of us guys in the hut
In ?Nam
Were playing cards, singing songs;
In a solo-room, back of the hut
Lay mad-dog, Sergeant Rook;
And watching from a distance
Was his sidekick, Corporal Cook.
When out of the night, he wanted
To fight
This bully of six-foot-two
Dog-drunk, smelling like a skunk
I wanted to fight him too.
He wobbled like a duck as I
Blocked his punch-
(for I was drunk too),
And I kicked him several times
I guess-
Yet he didn't fall, as expected
This Sergeant I barely knew?
There was no man, could beat
This bear of a brut,
In our company, or there about
So I kicked him in the groin
Again-
And still he didn't shout!
And such was I, as he looked
At me
Puzzled from brow to foot
He was a demon from hell I
Thought
This mad-dog Sergeant Rook.
With the face of bulldog
And a deadly stare
I swear he was three hundred
Pounds;
I twisted my body like a cobra
Jumped in the air like a bird
And when I came down
The blaze in his eyes were gone
This mad-dog Sergeant Rook!
I pierced my fingers into his flesh
Like nails and thorns-with
Ferociousness?
Then I moved from side to side
A bit
As he swayed like a tree in a storm
Clutching the side of the hut
I guess;
We both knew, we wanted no more.
In echoes he cursed insanities-
As his sidekick cheered him on
But for he and I, the game was
Over
It was back to war, in Vietnam!...
Note: 699 5/31/05
Spanish Version
La Balada de :
la Pelea del perro rabioso Sargento Rook.
Un grupo de nosotros los muchachos en la choza
En ?Nam
Jug?bamos a las cartas, cantando canciones;
En un cuarto solo, atr?s de la choza
Sargento Rook, Puso al perro rabioso,
Y mirando desde una distancia
Estaba su compa?ero, el cabo Cocinero.
Cuando hacia fuera de la noche, ?l quiso
Luchar
Este mat?n " de seis pie dos "
perro borracho, oliendo como un zorrillo
desee lucharlo tambi?n tambi?n.
?l se bambole? como un pato as?, yo
bloquee su pu?ete-
(por que yo tambi?n estaba borracho),
Y le di de patadas varias veces
Prienso-
M?s el no se cay? como esperaba.
Este Sargento yo, apenas lo conoc?a ?
No hab?a ning?n hombre, que podr?a golpear
Este oso de un brut,
En nuestra compa??a, o por all?
Entonces le di patadas en la ingle
Otra vez-
?Y de todos modos ?l no grit?!
Y tal era yo, como ?l mir?
En m?
Dejado perplejo de frente a pie
?l era un demonio del infierno
yo Pienso
Este sargento Rook perro rabioso.
Con la cara de bulldog
Y un mirada fija mortal
Juro que ?l ten?a trescientas
Libras;
Torc? mi cuerpo como una cobra
salt? en el aire como un pajaro
Y cuando baj?
El resplandor en sus ojos se habian ido.
?Este Sargento Rook perro rabioso!
Perfor? mis dedos en su carne
Como u?as y espinas- con
Ferocidad ?
Entonces me mov? un poco
de un lado al otro
Como ?l se balance? como un ?rbol en una tormenta
Agarrando el lado de la choza
Adivino;
Ambos sab?amos, no quisimos m?s.
En ecos ?l maldijo locuras-
Como su compa?ero lo alent?
Pero para ?l y para mi el juego hab?a acabado
?Esto fu? tras de La guerra, en Vietnam!...
Note: 699 5/31/05
Poet/Author Dennis Siluk, produces a ballad of Vietnam, an occurance, where more truth resides than fiction. The Author lives in St. Paul, Minnesota and Lima, Peru; and was a soldier in the Vietnam war
affordable house cleaning Wilmette ..Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel... Read More
Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my wounds Let your waves curl... Read More
1.Evil's CreationThou knowith evil clings To tender peace-; Nor does... Read More
Atahualpa's Game [Peruvian]Sometimes, it's not wise To share your wisdom... Read More
In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot... Read More
"For this reason poetry is something more philosophical and more... Read More
Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, finding... Read More
All Hail.Is your hospital full of aliens, despite new cleaning... Read More
Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists:... Read More
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what retreat art hid?-Where... Read More
Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who... Read More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and vision... Read More
Most of my poems are written late at night, often,... Read More
My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on... Read More
Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of... Read More
Have you ever experienced infatuation with someone you know is... Read More
In the quiet of the arctic night- In its deep... Read More
What Hides behind the Minute?What hides behind the minute? It... Read More
What can I do to keep this world in its... Read More
Here is some witty poetry (not sure if that is... Read More
English VersionAnd the Death God said: "Let it rise to... Read More
The concept of brief encounters, even romantic encounters, with a... Read More
Note: written 4-15-05, while driving through the Andes of Peru,... Read More
"How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning was... Read More
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004This poem... Read More
quick home cleaning Northbrook ..Ode to Quetzalc?atlQuetzalc?atl the GreatNo one knew his true name,... Read More
It was not me as I am now. It was... Read More
Do not be afraid to shine. This world needs what... Read More
What's a prisoner to do when justice fails and... Read More
The Monster Mash The Graveyard SmashHave you heard of the... Read More
What can I do to keep this world in its... Read More
Two Poems and an Analysis ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']WitnessMy... Read More
To many people contemporary poetry is a turn-off. The reason... Read More
1) Do?a Leonor's Revenge [1627 AD]Rafael Ortiz's fate Was... Read More
Four Poems: Katrina's PathwayHarvest of Apoplectic Horses ((Dedicated to: Katrina))... Read More
The Incubus' Flash-lightHe looked inside my head And found a... Read More
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?;... Read More
Delicately, my mind was selecting a muffled tune, out of... Read More
Let's follow the poet to his Hell and heaven! Count... Read More
I never thought I would have to say GOODBYE to... Read More
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what retreat art hid?-Where... Read More
On through the darkness she searches the bones Seeking the... Read More
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what... Read More
Most of my poems are written late at night, often,... Read More
It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,thoughts of sleep... Read More
Asha of DarfurCry, cry-oh little Darfur woman For your sister... Read More
So Many Einstein'sThe morning mist, insists there is a God.... Read More
What do you do when you want to write poetry?... Read More
I can see the cerulean blue of the skiesOr the... Read More
Memoirs of a Wasteland's RimIt still was light when she... Read More
Poetry |