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
car service from Midway Anna ..I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,... Read More
Emlyn Williams Theatre, Mold, North Wales: 20th February 2003Clwyd Theatr... Read More
Note: written after seeing the little adobe 16th century church... Read More
Tale of the Brick Maker, Of San Jer?nimo, Peru... Read More
A poetic comment that just welled up inside my head... Read More
I am not the one I was before yesterday.I cannot... Read More
English Version12) Black Poncho(of Saint Cosme Hill, by Lima, Peru)Lost... Read More
I am among those who know that one never recovers... Read More
Hammers. Timbers. Iron. Steel.They're laying down a mighty keel.As ant-like... Read More
Robert Burns, a poor man, an educated man, and a... Read More
I will never think twice nor will I roll the... Read More
Have you ever sat there staring at the paper, ready... Read More
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard... Read More
[As Told by the Last] King: it was in the... Read More
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares... Read More
All Hail.Is your hospital full of aliens, despite new cleaning... Read More
Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who... Read More
Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to... Read More
Ded?cate to Antonio Castillo. L. Of. Los Andes UniversitarioOde to:The... Read More
As I picked up some of the polished gemstones in... Read More
I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in... Read More
What's a prisoner to do when justice fails and... Read More
In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In... Read More
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]Iron and FireIron can be... Read More
AFRICA (to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa africa... Read More
bmw rental chicago Verona .."To My Dear and Loving Husband" was written by America's... Read More
Supernatural PoetryHere are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems.... Read More
Note: written after seeing the little adobe 16th century church... Read More
Lima, City with the Stretched out WingsIt's an ink-black... Read More
Fair Andes! Thy arms reach highOf iron-woven solid stone Thu... Read More
Lord Byron's opening couplet to "She Walks In Beauty" is... Read More
Note: written 4-15-05, while driving through the Andes of Peru,... Read More
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]Iron and FireIron can be... Read More
Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists:... Read More
The concept of brief encounters, even romantic encounters, with a... Read More
Like a cat I slumber, blissfully unencumbered, Through eighty per... Read More
One of the most important poets of the post-war period,... Read More
Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the New-blooded frogs; The bugs... Read More
Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no... Read More
We were exiled from the Garden of Eden. Its... Read More
Advance: in Mr. Siluk's poetry one finds symbolist values, sensuous... Read More
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol' poet- To... Read More
She probably can't remember and I know I can never... Read More
I wish we had met 20 years ago... A different... Read More
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what retreat art hid?-Where... Read More
English VersionAnd the Death God said: "Let it rise to... Read More
the disease of extremism is infectious-; whoever cannot think of... Read More
I never thought I would have to say GOODBYE to... Read More
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares... Read More
Most of my poems are written late at night, often,... Read More
Poetry |