- An Old Dirt Road (1958 -1962) Minnesota Reflections in Poetic Form
Here is a poem by Dennis Siluk, on his youth, his reflections, and he tries to bring the reader into them. Rosa - Box of old Photographs (A Poem About Getting Ready to Die)
So often we hide our heads in the sand when the word death comes up, the most common thing in all life, its end. Something we all have to face. Dennis' poem is to the point, and very real, perhaps hard to read, yet short as it is, it gives out strong emotions. As he has said, "There is a season under the sun for everything," and this poem ('Box of Old Photographs') says even a little more than that. Rosa - Three Lyrics (Subjectively Rich)
Notes on the last three poems above: poems like prose work (such as novels, short stories, and so forth) can be divided up into genres; in a similar manner, poems, not necessarily associated with a certain type of meter or rhyme form, often have, but sometimes lack, plot, and theme, but not always, and can be assorted into such categories as: Epic, dramatic, Lyric (as the ones above), ode, elegy and prose. - Waiting for the Tide Part II - In the Valley - A Dramatic Epic Poem
Ferdinand rode his Model T Ford through the city, up into the mountains, to the valley pastures noisily southeast catching the wind from the hills Many times he wanted Joana to show him some new beauty within the valley, the river or perhaps the old warrior sites Quickly they rode through the bleak cobblestone passages, elbows touching, winds whistling, black shaded areas following as if a shadow was caught on the back of the car (areas to the side of the lower hills - Waiting for the Tide (A Dramatic Epic Poem - Part I)
Here is a part of an epic poem, constructed by the Poet Laureado, that takes you into an adventure, and brings you out a little lighter (the beginning of an epic poem). Rosa - Outlook Poems (Time, Youth, Booze and Little Things - Part IV)
Advance: in this series of poems (called: "Outlook" poems)) for their sentiment)), which have thus far, four parts to it, here is a beautiful and most welcome addition to Dennis' collection of over 1750-poems to date; by an awarded lyric poet, each testifying to the everyday receptivity of life. In these poems, one can see a tribute to human nature, a power and mysticism of deep emotions. Rosa - Outlook Poems - Books, Vietnam, God's Partner and the Poet's Boots Part V
22) Joseph, God's Silent Partner (Joseph 'The papa'; Husband to Mary)Quiet-simplicity, like God, so Joseph was:Allowing Joseph to hear, God's whispers;Just a very simple man, Joseph was,Like God, he said very little: why?Because God is showing us (through Joseph) Actions and prayer (not simply words), with Silence, was his strength (he walked the walk, And threw away the talk); thus, he was able to Be the earthly papa, for Christ; the holy family Of the Universe…!#1756 - Outlook Poems [Old Friends, War and Bars - Part II]
Note: If anyone knows about drunks and bar life, the author does, he is recovering, has been for 22-years. He knows how it is in the bar, bar life, how it looks, and smells, and the mind set; unfortunately. And perhaps these poems will inspire someone to get out of it. You die before your time, but like the author always says, "You got to offer a drunk something better, otherwise why would he give up what he thinks is good." Rosa - Outlook Poems [Grief, Pride & Love - Part III]
Note: in this series of poems (called: 'Outlook' poems ))for their sentiment)), which have thus far, three parts to it, here is a beautiful and most welcome addition to the author's collection of over 1700-poems to date; by an awarded lyric poet, each testifying to the everyday receptivity of life. In these poems, one can see a tribute to human nature, a power and mysticism of deep emotions. - Outlook Poems - (Love, Life & God- Part I)
Outlook Poems (Four poems with a View/ Part I)Poems about Life, God and Love - Minnesota Winter Crows - a Poem With Notes and Commentary on Winter Storms
Notes: here is a four stanza Haiku, on the ending of winter in Minnesota, in 2007. Minnesota is known for its winters going out like a lion, and so it has proven so in the month of March, of 2007, when this poem was written. It would seem winter would simply stop, and spring would come in, but it never happens that way. Even the crows have a period of time to readjust to the new season, for the winter has helped them grow thin and lean, and has helped the humans in Minnesota to grow fat, because they hibernate in the house somewhat. Then in spring the crows grow fat, and the humans start growing lean, they get out of the house as soon as possible—and then there is no end to their activities.Commentary on Winter Storms: - "Under The Rock" & "Moth And The Mind" - Two Poetic Prose Poems - With Notes
The prose poem is usually made-up with more wit than rime in it, so it has been by the master pieces, and master poets, in the past; the lines involved are not usually all that important. Here are two prose poems that deal with the mind. - "Iguazu Falls (And Devil's Throat)" and "Prophecy Guarded" (Two Poems with a Commentary)
Note: Iguazu Falls, is to me one of the great geological wonders of the world, it is as if God, Himself, fell on his elbow, and put a dent into the earth (if that was possible). Devil's Throat is simple an area among the 270 or so falls that are connecting to one another to make this world wonder one site instead of many. It has something like 450,000-liters of water per second going over its falls, at any given time, and has around a 300 foot trop, and is close to two miles in circumference. The falls are on the Argentina and Brazilian soil, Brazil perhaps being the better view. And taking a bus from Concepcion, Paraguay, is not a hard task, if indeed you wished to see Paraguay, which goes into a three angel corner with Argentina, and Brazil, in one location, thus, being in three countries at one time. - The Tale of Willie the Humpback Whale (An Entertaining and Heartwarming Story)
Willie was a Humpback Whale Who sailed the Pacific Sea Who had a different kind of tail? - Song of the Titans
In accounting for the celebrity of the Titans, I use many words which add nothing to the poem per se, for there is little to say, along with melody, one must remember that the poetry is for the most part, made to sing, words are half the art, so they bounce easily. The careful reader will hear the effects, the theme is old: time is short. - The Host of Easter (and Commentary on- Separate Excitement- in Poetry)
Note (commentary: Separate Excitement): if you are looking for the poet inside the poem, look for the undercurrent he has left, the continuous undercurrent of feeling, it should be everywhere, but seldom does anyone look for it, it is called separate excitement; or poetic art, Yeats uses it. If you missed the fountain and the beauty, and the exact riming in the poem, which is sometimes called 'duty,' I didn't put it in for various reasons, I do not take pleasure in the corresponding banalities (or ordinariness), as much as I used to. Yet I have not gone too fare to the other extreme either, allowance can be made for the unfriendliness of our times, I do believe. Today we do not ride the didactic horse to death, as they did a millennium ago, nor can anyone stand the verbosity of that era. - What is Confessional Poetry? (And Why do we Write It?)
What is Confessional Poetry? It is when you set yourself up for the big fall, when you get daring enough to tell all. Sylvia Plath, Anne Saxton, the perverted Allen Ginsberg; Robert Lowell, whom I have several books by, was a little calmer in his verse than those poets I just mentioned. Often the "I" is used or "You" in Confessional poetry. - Aftereffects (In Ozark, Alabama))A Poem))
Note: I lived in Ozark, Alabama in the 1970s, and have been married a few times, and was there with my wife, and my neighbor was an attractive woman, a few years younger than I (her husband a friend, and both high on pot all the time), and to be honest, I and my human nature was being tested. I am no hero for avoiding the situation, but glad I did, it is simply trading one pot of crickets for another, and who needs that. - Hospital Visit (Confessional Poetry)
Note: there really are no words or ways to express certain looks people give you when they are weakened because of their love for you, in the time of disaster. They don't quite know what to say, and you don't know quite what to say, and how it should be said, if indeed, it must be said. I was in the hospital dying in 1994, a stroke and heart attack. In 2003, my mother was dying in the hospital, it all was reversed it seemed, 11-years later. I was angry she was going to die, my mother was sad I was going to die. Not sure which emotions are right or wrong, I don't think any are, they are what - Untangled Shadow (Confessional Poetry)
Note: Today is not like it used to be, and the use to be was in the 40s and 50s, when there was a stigma if you got a divorce, or if you had children, being raised in a second marriage by the husband who is not the father. In most cases, it seems, it can be a thankless joy, and the children do get in-between. And women do marry men for the wrong reasons, and perhaps they are right to them, wrong for the man, in this case, to help with raising them, as in the poem above, "Untangled Shadow." We don't need to point fingers, or blame others, but we do need to work out the emotions, the hurt, for people do get angry, or hurt in the process: children as well as the marriage couple. There is no secret formula, only honesty, if that can be laid on the table, before hand. - Hunting For--(Why not me?) A Poem With Commentary
Note: Sometimes a deficit can be the stepping stone to success. My daughter was told, she'd never be able to read, mentally retarded; my son, Shawn who got 93 percent in a countrywide intelligence test, way above average, became a bum, and my daughter became a learner. - Monkey Jump: Man's Neolithic Climb (10,000 to 7000 BC)) A Poem with Commentary))
Commentary 'Changing One's Style': One can call "Monkey Jump…" a lyric poem, if they wished to, and they'd be right, or perhaps, a short Ode, celebrating mankind from one point to the next, which is really an ode/Lyric poem in essence anyhow; or an Elegy, a poetic lament for the dead or absent, in this case, the missing link between them and us, or Man's climb to whom he is. If indeed it was a - Rats Without A Roof: A Minnesota Poem and Three Poetic Epigrams
I have been one of those folks that can pick up and move an irrevocable distance at a moment's notice; forgetting the trauma on the body, the problem is, now at 59-years old, I'm running on empty. - Dead Man's Door (The Great Unreal)) Macabre Poetry))
Cold eyed, she stood, blood burning, lurking at death with death at hand-unweaving, she watched in silence muffled, nerves dying, dim went his vision, then grief! (She thought: he might find peace!) Passion had bleached out long ago, while living! - Poetic Tender Riffs (Three Poems) "Angel." & "Flyover" & "Rosa's Newspaper"
As I sat under the sun, my coffee in hand, and eggs and steak nearby, at my favorite outdoor restaurant, in Lima, and the waitress (Sarah, brought my food, said "Mr. Siluk…" meaning stop whatever you are doing and let me put your food on the plate, that is what she was thinking, not saying, and what I was reading, eyes tell a lot. Her hands patiently hoping I'll finish my stanza quick so she doesn't have to hold the tray much longer. I have to always finish the sentence you know, or the stanza. My wife, Rosa, is under the big yellow umbrella, I sit under the sun - she likes the shade. Then after I eat, finish eating that is, back I go again to see if - whatever is needed gets it (2-18-2007): - Waiting for Autumn (A Poem on Minnesota)
Dennis was born in Minnesota, and lives both in Minnesota, and Peru, but the best part of the year, and the best season in Minnesota, is Autumn for Dennis, always has been, was born in Autumn, and he loves the season, as you will see when you read this remarkable poem. Rosa - Profile
The whole elaborate business of living and our bodies and minds collapsing after time, is written, and memorized deep within us, there is time for everything it has been said, under the sun, but walking will not get it done, we must run with the wind to fill all the gaps in our soul and minds. Thus, a quick examination, a profile, if you please, is needed today, or so I feel, and now you got it. - Monday Poems (Four Poems: To Include: 'Minnesota's Winter Rose')
Here are four poems, by Dennis Siluk, where he "stitched together" as he put it "-the inner and outer worlds-"; by what the author says, "we need only use our eyes, experience, and absorb the day" Rosa Penaloza de Siluk - Trout, of the Mantaro Valley (of Peru)
I can’t imagine a conversation on or in, the Mantaro Valley without a spoken word of one of the main foods, the trout. Just mention any city in the Valley, while in any other city in Peru, and the word trout pops up; and for good reason, it is a main dish, and very desirous to say the least, as it can be prepared a half dozen different ways. The folks of the Valley are very much aware of their appetizing, yummy, mouth-watering, trout; proud may be the word, or even conceited in the sense they feel they have a treasure, having the trout. I’m originally from Minnesota, the land of 10,000-lakes, and we have many fish in them, and trout is among them, but when I’m in the Mantaro Valley, I am skeptical about mentioning we have good trout, in that, many things don’t bother the Wanka folks up there, but this may start a war, and thus, I pull away from that, and just say, ‘yaw, we’ve got trout, but this is of course, very special trout here in the Mantaro Valley (or Huancayo).’ I’m not actually lying, but, perhaps distorting the truth a bit; but no matter what, the trout is most delicious in the Valley. - The Devil's Ominous Haiku's (Taken from his Parlor and Sent Directly to You)
Here are poems from the Devil, and comments on if there really is a devil, and according to Dennis, they were sent directly to him? - "Shapesin Lima's Summer" & "Great Poems" with Comments
In these two poems and comments, Dennis tries to deliver a message I think, he is trying to say, use all you have to put into the poem. If you travel, use it, if you play music, add itlook at what is around you, this is life, write about it. And if you can't find it, to write it, go looking for it. Rosa - Poems on Imaging and Imagery
Poetry's Function (just a few words): I believe the nature of poetry, its function—for the most part, have attached meanings; in the physical world, it can be confusing, it is in fact about language, as it claims to be. For often it has no voice, theme or even recognizable form. We call this free Verse, which is the dominate form of Postmodernism; prior to this, we had of course, Modernism, where we reexamined what poetry is. The density of language and intensity of imaging-and imagery- - Yessenia (A Wizard's Faithful Tale, Children of the Amuc) Chapters 2, 3 & 4
Here is the conclusion to the Second part of the saga of Yessenia as it involves a dramatic ending.As the fable goes, that has more truth to it than myth, Yessenia, was now the princess of the Eastern Kingdom, as the young king had taken her as a child, and raised her, now fifteen-years of age (the king in his mid 20s), he married her, and she gave him a son. Thus, she became Queen - Yessenia (A Wizard's Faithful Tale))Children of the Amuc)) Chapter One of Four
(Prologue) The origin of the name "Yessenia", can be linked to a variable of truths, we know the name to—perhaps to be—Spanish in origin, (but could also be Chinese); it's also spelled Jessena, with a meaning "Palm Tree"; yet still it can be linked to Arabic also: meaning: Flower. In this story, 'Yessenia' you are about to read, there is a Peruvian link, and it links to the Amuc (the small people), and its underworld metropolis (and the mother of Yessenia: Florencia, whom perhaps named her Yessenia for special reasons, such as, she knew her daughter would have to be strong as a tree, and soft, with fragrance, as a flower to survive in her time, and world).This is the second part, or sequel you could say to the famous, "Florencia" (saga) that takes place beyond the Andes in the Mantaro Valley of Peru. But not in antiquity, as Yessenia lived and her mother, but in modern times; so be ready to go back into the crust of the earth, the tunnels and mines of the Mantaro Valley, where a portion of the Andes surround it like a mother cuddling her child. - Verses in Haiku and Other Forms
Here are some more poems in Haiku, a small comment, and a verse of a more modern type, in most of Dennis' poetry he stays close to earthly history, but also to spiritual and invisible things. Here we have poetry in Haiku form on Unishcoto Ruins, in Peru, on Minnesota, and old poets, along with an afternoon at the cafe. Rosa - The Cockroach Haiku's-or Hokku-With Commentary
Here is a chain of Haiku poems by Dennis, about Cockroachs, most interesting. Rosa - The Old Camera-A Tribute To Old Times-A Poem
Note: Dedicated to Mike Rossert. Mike and I roamed St. Paul as kids, between 1956, perhaps to 1959; but we remained friends until I was perhaps 15-years old, then we both lost track of each other. He was perhaps my first real friend, I mean, one I spent any quality time with. We’d roam the banks of the Mississippi River, and wake up the bombs in the caves thereabouts. We run and explore the tunnels under the streets of St. Paul, Minnesota, that went from the Capitol to the Historical Society, and to other such places. And to the top of the hill where the museum used to be, and of course out to Como Park; we’d also run in and out of the elevators downtown, like clowns. I think he was more daring than I but it was—nonetheless, unforgettable times, times that are worth looking to back; thus, it is prudent I do believe, to let ones kids explore the wonders of youth, it is only around for a clap of an eye, than lost to oblivion, unless you can capture it, in a poem. - A Reminiscence of Keiko Fujimori [A Limerick]
Comments: The statement of being careful whom you select for president Keiko Fujimori said (which I remember her saying, watching TV, and was inspired by it; which is of great importance, and very much looked at in the United States) was during the runoffs of the election of 2006, for presidential candidates of Peru; but yet I think the statement is one everyone needs to examine, everywhere and every time they (or: one) go (s) to elect an official. So often, and so quickly one forgets who is paying - Two Poems: Old Mrs. Stanley & Mother Saw Death
Here are two poems from Dennis' youth, while living on Cayuga Street, also known as Donkeyland, in St. Paul, Minnesota, in the early 60s. One is about an old lady that lived next door, the other about his mother, as he remembers her last days in 2003. Rosa - Two Poems: "The Dull Old Drunk," and one More
Sobriety is a way of life, and I can only say for those who have tasted the bitterness of the drink, I will tell you now, get out of hell’s grip, before it’s too late; I’m recovering, had I not started 22-years ago, I’d never had made it to fifty-eight years old had I continued drinking (I would have died back before my 40th birthday); Merry Christmas to you; and Happy Birthday Lord. This was written one day before Christmas, in St. Paul, Minnesota. - Demons and Devils (Finger Jabbing)
Note: it seems we too often give the demons and the devils too much credit for the evil we do; for the finger jabbing that they don’t do, for the whispers in the ears they never made; yes we have to take a little responsibility for our venial sins, and not let the ghost world claim such influence over us. We have a nature that should get some of the credit, and it is often times habits, self-interest, pretense, - The Shameless Summer (Cayuga Street, St. Paul, MN 1960s)
The mud hole was not there the following year, but we must have gone to it a dozen times that summer. There is nothing like a little swimming pool, half mud or not, that can make the summer more interesting than normal, and it did. I think for Roger, it was a playground for him to seduce his new girlfriends, for me it was play, but then Roger was a number of years older than I, perhaps four or five. Mike, my brother was now fifteen, and I think drinking and a few other things was on his mind, and we did that there likewise, and a few joy rides there after. All in all, it was a brazen summer. - An Afternoon in Chicago (In English and Spanish)
Dennis went to Chicago a while ago, and here is an interesting poetic tale of it. - San Juan de Miraflores (Lima, Peru) In English and Spanish
In the heart of Lima, is Miraflores, a quiet and green park, further out, is San Juan de Miraflores, a more residential area. Here is a oem that talks about its grown. Rosa - Virgin of the Mercedes & A Dusty Day in Cajas (In English and Spanish)
Two Poems, one concerning Huancayo, Peru, the other Cajas, a small village in the Mantaro Valley of Peru. - Night Over Huancayo (A poem in Spanish and English) Dedicado a Elizabeth Zapata y Michael Cuttone))
Here is a poem set by the Plaza de Arms, in the city of Huancayo, a city of 325,000 surrounded by the Andes in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, the most beautiful valley in all of Peru - The Grand Sunday Fair & The Sighting of Mary (In English and Spanish) Poetry from Huancayo, Peru
The Grand Market Fair is held every Sunday in Huancayo; it is perhaps a mile long with open tents, and with everything under the sun, a most cordial event. - Grandpa Of Cayuga Street-Dedicated To: Anton Siluk-A Poem
Who was he? I kind of misplaced him when I was young, his rustic voice, and broken English comes back to me now and then (the old Russian Bear, my grandpa) remembering my brother and I, along with mother lived with him, we all lived together on Cayuga Street, in the late 50s early to mid 60s- - War, Death and Hope (Three Obscure Poems)
Here are three of Dennis' December poems, one on the sound of war, one on the Wings of Death and one of obscure hope, all very interesting. Rosa - "The Shadow of Age" (A Poem on Aging)
Forgetfulness, drowsy Are my days-? (Not all, but many) Heart, like a burning tower Mind, a labyrinth of voices I feel like I'm made of: Rust and red-iron-. - Meeting the Master of Macabre Poetry [C.A. Smith]
Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961), was close friends with the famous H.P. Lovecraft, who is best known for his horror, in particular short store horror, and especially, "The Dunwich Horror". He died at an early age of cancer; whereas, Mr. Smith lived on to pick up the slack. Smith, was pure poet for the most part, but got involved I do believe-unwillingly-with short stories to pay bills, and did ok in that genre with the magazines of his day of that genre. Smith wrote about 700 poems, in now what are considered classic books; horror, science-fiction fantasy, or mythos as they called them in his day. He does write startling tales of intrigue, incorporates violence behind most of his solidly packed themes. Some of his most chilling works I feel, and mysterious, are in his art work, paintings and clay figurines, if that is what you can call these little devils. And so in my poem, I simply plant a few reflecting images of his phantasmagoric worlds, in this case, the dead world into his realm once again; I don't think he'll mind.In addition to Smith's Lovecraft relationship George Sterling, the great poet from San Francisco, of images, tutored him. - Poems from Afar
Here are a few poems which Dennis usually does not do, political in nature, but interesting, since he has views, and his opinions on such areas; he was in all the places mentioned, even at the White House. Rosa - Mixing Poetry with Prose
In writing modern, or contemporary verse it is easy for anyone to make fun of, or point out what they feel is obscure to their eyes in poetry, as it can be in any writing I suppose, but verse seems to get its share of pro and con, in more than sufficiently amounts, normally attacked, mostly by those not all - Amin's Barbarity [Genocidal Slaughter in Uganda/1970s] a Poem With Notes
Idi Amin, Uganda's Ex President (now dead for some three years) and I imagine, thinking about all this in his abyss-cell. 10/22/2006 #1531. Idi Amin is responsible for the civilian slaughter of some 500,000-lives, that the United Nations did nothing about. In his last days he lived under the protection of the Koran, in Saudi Arabia, America's Great Friend, in the lap of luxury, having a Cadillac to drive around, and so forth and so on. I don't think he is practicing on his accordion where he is now though. He was illiterate, and could be charming, but utterly unscrupulous, and whatever goes with that. - Poets & Poems Part XV: Are the Dead, Dead? Two Poems and a Sonnet
Are the Dead, Dead?Are not the dead, dead? It is not strange to reach me I am at present, reaching out of the dark To see you (or out of the light) - The Lost Millennium - A Short Epic Poem
This is a short Epic poem on Sumer in particular, its roots you could sayI hope you enjoy it. Dennis - Nine Neighborhood Poems: from Donkeyland [Poems out of Minnesota]
When I was growing up, wherever one is, simple tings are remembered, when they get older, so it has been with me, and the voice of another, a neighbors house, sounds and images, one never things will arise, do. - Two Poems from Huancayo, Peru (from the book: "The Road to Unishcoto")
Here again we see the culture, beauty and customs of the region flourish in Dennis’ poetry; along with two commentaries on poetry. Rosa - Three Commentaries on Poetry (In English and Spanish)
Three Commentaries on Poetry: To understand some poetry, or poets, one must have experienced what the poet has—identical experiences; or you must be shaped like the poet—, the exceptions are from the old school of poetry—one shoe fits all (thus, understanding the theme, plot and insight of poetry becomes much easier); from the contemporary scene, you must have the same shoe size of the poet to understand where the poet is leading you, and in poetry the poet should have a destination for the reader—lest he doesn't care (and he should). - Poems for the Inauguration of the Statue: Virgin Mary (Concepcion, Peru) In English & Spanish
Here is a Four Part Poem for the Inauguration of the Statue: Virgin Mary, of the City, Concepcion (Peru); the event is to take place in December, 2006. - The Purple River (of the Mantaro Valley) & Anticuchos & Picarones
Two poems that will be in his new book, forthcoming in November, "The Magic of the Avelinoes."“The Magic of the Avelinos” Dennis´ newest book to be out in NovemberPresent Note: September, 2006: This most recent book of Dennis´, “The Magic of the Avelinos of the Mantaro Valley” has recently been seen on Television with most favorable reviews by: Channels 21 (Elizabeth Zapata); 2 (Gustavo Benito and Walter Campos); 15 (Marco Antonio Ponce and Marlene Priale); along with Red Global (Rocio Abarca and Lily Unchupaico).To include, the University of Los Andes fine consideration (Adelmo Huamaní and Antonio Castillo); and the radio stations: 15-50 (Rodolfo Vergara), Sabor Mix (Joseito Arrieta), Super Latina (Junior Meza), whom showed a considerate interest and very sound evaluation of the book. The Mayor of San Jeronimo, Jesus Vargas, and the Huancayo Correo newspaper (Hector Mayhuire and Marissa Cardenas), also shared their find opinion for the book. Rosa Peñaloza de Siluk - Nine Poems on the Events in the Mantaro Valley of Peru (In Spanish and English)
Here are some new poems coming out from Peru - The Avelinos (in English and Spanish)
The feast of the Avelinos are going on now in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, five days, and Dennis had his first day of it. Rosa - The Legend of Mummy Mountain & The Parrots of the Andes
Here are two poems from Dennis, not in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, in the Andes. - The Blue Valley, The Mighty Sore Foot & The Wankas of Arwaturo Ruins (In English and Spanish)
Here are two poems while he was just in the Blue Valley, and here is how he saw it. - Early Breakfast in Huancayo (In English and Spanish)
We are in The Andes, and here is Dennis´ first poetry from the Andean City of Huancayo. Very soon to be in Spanish, also. Rosa - The House of Early Horizon [The Cultures of Ancient Peru; The House of Blue]
Note on Peruvian Cultures: The Recuay culture dates back from about 400 BC, to about 800 AD, and resides in the region known as—Ancash, a region..... - Nature's Unrest [An Eight-Part Poem]
The Somber Sun I
What has thou seen O Sun,
Of love or of hate
I will not be surprised, - Treasures of the Andes
Within the Andes golden rim - Words From the Desert [Mecca's Grief] A Poem With Commentary
Word From the Desert
[Mecca’s Grief]
He could not read, nor could he write
But wrote the Koran, in a cave by night
From Mecca he came, for many souls
With words, swords, and promises. - Lima's Devouring Winter Dew [a poem with Commentary]
Lima’s Devouring Winter Dew
The mist of the pacific flows cool and fair—
On city streets that are far and near
With haunted blows, from Lima’s shadows.
Ah! Its pale magic mist now fills the air - The Ill-omen of Istanbul [A Dramatic Macabre Mytho in Poetic form about Achilles' Arrow]
Poeta Laureado De la Ciudad de San Jeronimo Peru
The Ill-omen of Istanbul
[A Dramatic Macabre Mythos in Poetic form; About Achilles’ Arrow] - The Old and Dying [A Poem in: In Spanish and English]
When my mother died, it was like blowing out a candle, almost as if she was ready for a vacation. When death comes, I hope it is that simple for me; perhaps living was much harder than dying, at that moment (time and place) for her; Christ being in her corner, she felt much safer, she wanted to go—, she just wasn’t sure if she had enough wind to blow—, to blow out that candle. Thus, it proves: the old and dying are wiser. - Poetry is Written for a Universal Audience
I’ve been writing, reading, and singing poetry for 46-years, and I’ve never heard anything so silly as poetry cannot be enjoyed universally, or it is strictly made for the poet. It is, if given a good translator: translatable, I’d say perhaps 50% of poetry. And most poets do not write for themselves, they wrote for the world, the last of the truth givers. - War Poems on Iraqi [America at War]
1) After the Dawn of War II
[Iraqi 2006]
I looked over the shoulder of the world
Through its crawling fog
And heard the cold cries
Seen the stir in the eyes
Heard the trumpets of war
Breaking the silence of dawn
(Heard somebody say):
“Soldiers will die today
For Iraqi Liberty—
That thou endure.” - Before the Dawn in Beijing [a poem: and love affair]
[A Love Affair]
The nights were long, it seemed an era
(All before the dawn in Beijing),
Came youthful smiles, in my magic age
And we who listened to each heartbeat
A sweet compulsion of that sound
The burst, a mighty morning on Beijing;
Then yellow flowers seem to fall (sing):
She was an empire with pains and peaks
I an ocean, and sky above— - Orion's Orchard [Poetic Prose]
In the universe, the one that surrounds the world (perhaps the mind as well)—someone once threw a ball—I do believe—somewhere, and it exploded—, somewhat: which slowed everything down a bit, and its thrust (its push, in all directions) is still keeping it airborne - The Jackal of Venezuela: Hugo Chavez
The Jackal of Venezuela: Hugo Chavez
[Part I/For His Homeland] - The Panama Canal, 2006 (The Big Ditch) A Poem with Commentary
[May 2006: Advance]: After visiting the Panama Canal, to see its worth, on the world stage, seeing it four times in four days, from the locks to the Bridge of Americas. - The Nephilm (Cold Twilight) A Short Epic Poem
The twilight was cold
Only warm garments
From pelts to cover their flesh!
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