Fair Andes! Thy arms reach high
Of iron-woven solid stone
Thu art a condor to the sky
Of glory hidden in thy heart
So many paths, a maze of art?
In thy old, Mantaro Valley
Where adobes, breathe and tremble
Beyond your rustic shadows
There lays the prettiest of brooks
Is my heart, within its stream!
My image deeply carved, rippled
In its undiluted shallow waters
Waiting, just waiting for me?
As it opens up, opens up my soul
My rippled soul-searching-eyes!...
Note: Between Lima, Peru, and the Andes, and just beyond is the Mantaro Valley; therein, lays the area and village called San Jeronimo; tucked away within its foliage, and rustic background, is a brook, a stream that runs down form the mountains. It is a lazy and peaceful place. It glistens with the sun. What more can I say. #725 6/10/05
In Spanish
A las Monta?as
[ o : Arroyo de San Jeronimo]
?hermosos Andes! tus brazos llegan alto.
De piedra tejida por hierro s?lido
tu eres un condor para el cielo
De gloria ocultada en tu coraz?n.
Tantos caminos, un arte de laberinto ?
En tu viejo, Valle del Mantaro
Donde los adobes, respiran y tiemblan
M?s all? de sus sombras r?sticas
All? descansa el m?s bonito de los arroyos
?Est? mi coraz?n, dentro de su corriente!
Mi imagen profundamente tallada, ondulada
En sus aguas no diluidas bajas
Esperando, solamente esperando por m? ?
Asi como esto se abre, se abre mi alma
?Mis ojos de examen de conciencia ondulados!...
Note: Entre Lima, Per?, y los Andes, y solamente m?s all? est? el Valle del Mantaro; all? dentro descansa el area y el pueblo llamado San Jeronimo; metido dentro de su follaje, y el fondo r?stico, es un arroyo, una corriente que corre hacia abajo de las monta?as. Esto es un lugar placido y pac?fico. Esto brilla con el sol. Que m?s puede yo decir. *725 6/10/05
Fingers inside my Dream
"Who's inside this dream of mine?"
No stars, no orbits only pale dim light
A cold moon, with fleecy clouds-
Death, death within a crimson dream?
Shall I wakeup to find myself free? (or)
Closed in, stuck in this frozen dream??
?to fine I was never where I thought-
Nor exactly what I thought. I was
In this dream with fingers hanging?
?stinging, grabbing me in this dream;
Trying to wake me up-to reality?
To tell me, it was all a dream
(now?good night)!
#726 6/11/05
In Spanish
Dedos dentro de mi Sue?o
?" Qui?n est? dentro de este sue?o mio?"
Ninguna estrella, ninguna ?rbita s?lo palidez de luz d?bil Una luna fr?a,
con nubes lanudas-
Muerte, muerte dentro de un sue?o carmes? ?
?despertar? para encontrarme libre?
?Metido, pegado en este sue?o congelado ??
?Para bien yo nunca estuve donde pens?-
Ni exactamente lo que pens?. Yo era
En este sue?o con dedos prendidos....
?hiriendome, agarr?ndome en este sue?o;
tratando de despertarme a la realidad ?
Para decirme, era todo un sue?o
?(ahora...buenas noches)!
*726 6/11/
Author/Poet Dennis Siluk you can see his books on http://www.bn.com or http://www.bn.com
monthly home cleaning Buffalo Grove ..Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of... Read More
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was... Read More
Learn about love by reading poetry by a long dead... Read More
I cannot bear to think of when you will be... Read More
Two Poems and an Analysis ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']WitnessMy... Read More
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004This poem... Read More
Ole Bulky JeepsThrough late summer's heat These bulky shaped jeeps... Read More
Have you ever experienced infatuation with someone you know is... Read More
I wish we had met 20 years ago... A different... Read More
Note: written after seeing the little adobe 16th century church... Read More
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"Across the African, winter's skyIn the... Read More
On through the darkness she searches the bones Seeking the... Read More
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,... Read More
Sorry would be a start.Though you cant take back your... Read More
I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in... Read More
Poet Stephen B. Wiley's first book of poetry, Hero Island,... Read More
Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down... Read More
Like a cat I slumber, blissfully unencumbered, Through eighty per... Read More
Take some time to stop and look at nature. Pick... Read More
English VersionA bunch of us guys in the hutIn ?Nam... Read More
A poetic comment that just welled up inside my head... Read More
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares... Read More
The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw... Read More
What do you do when you want to write poetry?... Read More
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what retreat art hid?-Where... Read More
scheduled maid service Mundelein ..Time goes by to quickly to hold your feelings inside... Read More
Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, finding... Read More
1)dying in the bar [sluggishly]yet, I would crawl too upto... Read More
My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on... Read More
Writing Poetry for TomorrowWhat does a man need to be... Read More
Mother's Day Poetry,I'm Sorry Mom!I'm sorry for the troubles ... Read More
Is poetry too complicated for the average reader? Is it... Read More
"Beautiful Dreamer" was written by Stephen Foster just before his... Read More
Little girl from HuancayoDo you really, really know? Just how... Read More
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004This poem... Read More
Bells for Belphegor!...Where immortal veils never meet Belphegor, Arch devil... Read More
In the quiet of the arctic night- In its deep... Read More
I never met a man, who could shake my hand,... Read More
Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad, Moved in down the streetCautious... Read More
Supernatural PoetryHere are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems.... Read More
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what... Read More
(The city by the bay of Northern California, near which... Read More
Have you ever thought about how nice it would be... Read More
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard... Read More
My life has changedin so so many waysIt seems to... Read More
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONGI THINK YOU GOT IT... Read More
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [Summer of 2005]Daybreak by Lake Superior... Read More
The funeral rite concluded With the pastor shaking hands, Offering... Read More
Delicately, my mind was selecting a muffled tune, out of... Read More
Wars, air of AmbiguityDedicated to 1st. Lt. Laura Walker (From... Read More
Poetry |