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Poetry Index


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  1. Mechanical Poetry By Steven Gillman
    Do you ever stare at the paper, waiting for poetic inspiration? Well, you can stop waiting and start using systematic techniques for creating poetry. If it seems too mechanical or artificial at first, don't worry. The point is just to get you writing, because creativity is stimulated by work.When You Have A Poem In MindIf you have your topic, ask yourself why it's important, and write down your answer. How do you feel about it? Write down those feelings. Write a line or a scene that exemplifi…


  2. Breathing-in, Minnesota [a poem: now in Spanish and English] By Dennis Siluk
    In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In buckets, buckets and more buckets—: drops Likened to music from its many streams—land Of ten-thousand lakes; moistened gravel, gravel Everywhere…Grandpa sits on the porch—daydreaming of, of Something, perhaps winter around the corner—; As the flies disappear, with the mosquitoes… Leaves will soon vanish, shadows will come earlyMaybe he’s thinking about summer: miles and miles And miles and miles of cornfields; his childhood now Long gone,…


  3. Africa By Chime Hilary
    AFRICA (to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa africa of the black soul the soul of an ancient culture the culture of your timid tribes.its your voice i hear africa your voice of the talking drums your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter the metal gong of your town crieri have come to see your music dance i have heard of your ageless minstrels have i not heard of your swinging hips! i have heard enough and have come to watch wouldn't you dance for me africaafrica here i come a…


  4. Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca [four poems: see in Spanish and English NOW!] By Dennis Siluk
    Way of Life: Rhymes of the IncaPizarro (Spanish conquistador ((1525))The blind follow the blind The dumb follow the fool But the cleaver, like ‘Pizarro,’ (who could not read or write) Followed human-nature… And ruled the Inca world!Thus, Atahualpa was Beheaded out of pride and Indolence—: one might say, And ignorance ruled… .Note: don Francisco Pizarro #689 5/27/05Cepeda the Sly [Lima, Perú—l546 AD]Cepeda the Sly—, judge With two sides; one false, One pride—both mixed with lies.#694/5/30/…


  5. Three Poems: Gloom to Glory, September 14 & The Bull Fight [In Spanish & English] By Dennis Siluk
    September 14Enlarging Cabs, no car Got that No cash, flash Before it starts After it’s done Doors open— As in indolent Lava Arctic ice Flow— Food cabbage/grow— Creepy Scorpion’s sting (everything’s slow) Below Under the, Neck-bone Let them alone— Car lights City lamps, No heroes Pass me Just taxies Assaults in The parks— People saying: Candy candy No control No rewards Night-time fool— It’s all, all there There is… There is No more!...#845 9/14/05Ode: to the Watchers [Gloom to Glory]Lo! He bu…


  6. Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance] By Dennis Siluk
    Stone Beds [Pompeii’s surge]Advance: after the great eruption of Pompeii’s nearby volcano, Vesuvius, some two-thousand years ago in the heyday of the Roman Empire, what was left of the city were mostly ashes of stone from an unleashing furnace; it is hard to imagine what the people went through (none, not one person survived). I can only guess from the looks of the city today, and in its early excavations, its people were baked alive or asleep, like pottery. In many cases, beds were turned in…


  7. Three Poems: Phantom of the Rocks; Lady from Lima & Bell Ringer of de Copan By Dennis Siluk
    Phantom of the Rocks[Huancayo, Peru]Night falls deepUpon the traveler!Low, over the AndesBy Huancayo—;They know a legend,Not of this earth,Where evil lurks(Over Palla-Huarcuan!...)“The Phantom of the Rocks”;Should you pass thru there,At night—be aware:Expect not to return!...Note: There is a rock in the form of an Indian Maiden; this is considered the evil spirit of the area. #657 5/13/05Lady from Lima[Dona Ana-1668 AD]Dona Ana—but twenty-nineYears old— Ruled Lima, Peru, withDiamonds and gol…


  8. The Rimac Rio (a poem) By Dennis Siluk
    I sometimes wonder, if you are for real (My River); I see you are worried and frightened. I am sure, neither one of us have anything to fear but the element of time: some call this death, death, death!…Yet you river, coy as you may seem, go on, and on, and on (strangely): seemingly, without change….I’ve noticed you’ve been suspicious of many things, especially me—. In this respect, I have been watching thy.I have been viewing the world, and everyone’s havoc and fainted smiles, on everyon…


  9. In Poetry: Meaning of Words [And "...Rocket-belt"] By Dennis Siluk
    In Poetry: Meaning of WordsWhen I write poetry, I check out the meaning of words for too often they sound the same, but once written, and if spelled wrong, in consequence, give a complete different meaning of what I had intended; this I call a moment of damage control. If my rhyme is flat, and my cadence is off, so what, I can survive, as long as the meaning of my words are not; and are as I meant them to be. Even punctuation can be off, and not do too much damage, but not so with my meaning o…


  10. Leigh Hunt, Friend of Keats, Byron, and Shelley, and Author of “Jenny Kissed Me” By Garry Gamber
    James Henry Leigh Hunt was a 19th century essayist, critic, poet, and publisher. Many English poets and writers were contemporaries of Leigh Hunt, including John Keats, Lord Byron, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Samuel Coleridge, William Wordsworth, Charles Dickens, Thomas Carlyle, Jeremy Bentham, and Charles Darwin. Keats, Byron, and Shelley were personal friends who benefited from Hunt’s graciousness. Such great company has given Leigh Hunt a distinguished status.During Hunt’s lifetime England eng…


  11. Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta By Richard Pettinger
    Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th Century. From an early age he expressed an interest in spirituality and later in life Kamalakanta received initiation into Tantric Yoga from a Tantric yogi named Kenaram Bhattacharya. His songs made him famous during his lifetime and because of his fame as a singer poet the Maharaja of Burdwan, Tej Chandra asked Kamalakanta to be his Guru. Kamalakanta became a great devotee of Kali and composed many impassioned and devotional love poems to…


  12. Diversified Poems II [Hamas; Saddam; the Fly; Death & Ice Cream] By Dennis Siluk
    Diversified Poems II1) Hamas ParadseO face where Pale dim Roses stir,As blooms in the Gaza Skies The deathland gardens faint that areYour dawn is Hell’s paradise!What stirs your hate—one life is doneWhat god shall deem you fair? Child of a line of demonic sonsIs death within your hair?What love shall wake thy, besieged beast?Controlling out of rage, and fear Too soiled to know the hearts unrestTo hateful for real tears!#871 2/26/052) Hamas’ SpiritAh! ‘t is hard to believe To think covered with…


  13. Collection of Haiku By Owen Johnston
    Spring Watching the birds fly, My mind wanders to the sky, Searching for beauty. Summer Practicing under The shady sycamore tree - The sun still finds me. Fall I read by streetlight - Solemnly the silent owl Watches me walking. Winter Wintry tree limbs hang Upside down and touch the clouds - Wooden icicles. June Lightning bugs like stars Make the summer trees look like An early Christmas Mystery Thick fog creeps from the Field and is illuminated By passing cars Thought The moon leads my …


  14. A Hundred and Fifty Dead [Korean War--l952] By Dennis Siluk
    There I sat, ninety-five degree weatherOutside; the bookstore café, was cool.An Old Timer stood by me, explaining:“There were two-hundred of us on the Island,Near North Korea, back in ‘52—We guarded 16,000-prisners…“All of a sudden, all hell broke looseThree-hundred North Koreans cameOver the bob-wired fence, in pursuit“It all happened in a matter of secondsThe machineguns killed 150-of themThat’s all I saw in the war of ’52.(One American wounded one concussion.)“Now we had to fingerprint them…


  15. Legend of the Turron and The Beggars Legend (two Poems))In Spanish and English)) By Dennis Siluk
    11) Legend of the TurronLegend has it: in the land of the Incas, In the fields of the Incas: in their great Harvests, so came the Turron—: formed in the Shape of stepped Gardens (with eggs, yestAnd flour))and a rainbow of sweets on top, For flowers)): now celebrated in October; this Once Inca Thanksgiving feast.#899 10/18/2005 (written while in Huancayo, Peru)In Spanish Translated by Rosa PenalozaLeyenda del TurrónLa leyenda dice que: en la tierra de los incas, En los campos de los incas: …


  16. Colorful Talk By Saundra L. Washington
    "I heard what you said, Red. Yet, I have to disagree. There's nothing wrong with my voice, You're just filled with jealousy.""You just don't understand, Tan. Let me alleviate your fears. It's not about how well you sing, But can you inspire listening ears?""What do you think, Pink? Am I right or am I wrong?" "I'm not really sure, my friend, I have not heard the song.""Well, what about you, Blue? Are your thoughts the same as mine?" "To tell the honest truth, dear Red I must hear it one more t…


  17. Two Peruvian Poems (While in Transtion: in English and Spanish) By Dennis Siluk
    1) Yaravi: for the CondorLift up ye everlasting wingsTo heights above Rucu-Pichincha(old volcano)Whence far thy fly to lands unknown To heights of ampler fates!The condor sings her Yaravi!…With wings so towering high—Her music of gold An age now forgotten That now roams anew in the darkLift up your emerald wingsTo the empires of the worldWhere life awakes the morn By gentile flutes the melancholy As the condor sings her YaraviLift up your wings once more To unnumbered tears!…Note: written whi…


  18. The Spirits de Copan By Dennis Siluk
    Part oneI see them in the skies I hear them in their hells They whisper and they moanAnd never are alone— The Spirits and the Ghouls… The Spirits de Copan!They are shadows in my world Echoes in my dreams A mystery and a force To a cosmic happening! The Spirits and the Ghouls… The Spirits de Copan!...Part Two (Hiding Spirits)These spirits hide in ancient stones With glaring eyes: Of humans and animals;In ebbing shadows Passing the moon; By trees—and passing clouds Of macabre gloom— In the wind…


  19. An Old Wood Pile [a poem with notes] By Dennis Siluk
    Old skin, once held tight Against her skeleton— Rose no more, just draped Loosely over unpadded flesh; Un-tightened muscles, and tissue, Lost its courage, no-fortitude—, Gone are the days and years That stood against the Indomitable elements; The skeleton, now a landmark Hidden under flesh and blood Guts and moral fiber, backbone… Collapsed from drudgery Time, time: cascading inside—. Bones now leaving impressions Accepting fate Like tarnished silver!... Hands look like autumn leaves Fallen …


  20. Two Poems: "Black Poncho," and "Spirits of de Copan" [in English and Spanish] By Dennis Siluk
    English Version12) Black Poncho(of Saint Cosme Hill, by Lima, Peru)Lost in the grottos of Peru— By the hills of Huancayo Black Poncho was given A treasure of gold…; By none other than, Demonic goblins!…in the form of scorching fruit; Hence, Black Poncho fooled The goblins of oldBy using his poncho to pull The sizzling golden fruit Through the Andes to Lima, Peru!…Henceforward, he was swindled By a jeweler of dire repute. Thus, his life changed (as so often they do); And now he lives w…


  21. Mechanical Poetry; Part Two By Steven Gillman
    What do you do when you want to write poetry? I hope your answer is "I start writing." Even writing a bad poem is better than waiting for the "right words." You can always throw it away, and the process has begun. You'll start to find the words sooner than if you had just waited. Here are some more ways to get started.Sing A PoemTry a little experiment - alone in the basement if you must. Describe something, then describe it again, singing instead of talking. You'll notice the words you use ch…


  22. Read this Article if You Are Not Afraid of Bird Flu By Lance Winslow
    Are you tired of being in fear of this or that or what ever it is today? Are you tired of the BS and Hokum from the folks who brought us Y2K?Are you sitting down and watching too much TV until your rear is sore? Are you simply fed up with the prospect of Nuclear War?Does the thought of Communism no longer get you down? Are you to the point you are certain it will always be around?Are you tired of looking for OBL in some remote cave they say he does dwell? Are you sure he is on our payroll and …


  23. Farewell to Lester Graybill By Luksi Humma
    I never met a man, who could shake my hand, and make my heart feel like a hearth afire.I never met a man, who could smile so easy, real honest.I never met a man, who could make my dark soul, fill with light, by merely standing with him, in conversation.I never met a man, who could come by honesty, so cleanly, so believably solid.I never met a man, who could capture my soul, with the stories of simplicity, and sincerety of his youth.I never met a man, who could live so modestly, so humbly, so s…


  24. Ballade of an Inca King By Dennis Siluk
    Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King…; In Spain, they leave the bustling streets, For sail to Peruvian shores;The murmur of the gold is sweet,It glows and glistens like the sun A mountain of gold, or the grave Awaits the human, Inca-god…!Spaniards sing their songs of victoryWhere breaks the green Peruvian sea; Who now, worships the Inca King (?) Guarded behind prisons doors—?They chatter about his golden ringsThey watch the winds cross the shores… They count the days that idl…


  25. The Color of Change By Kenneth Hoffman
    Sometimes I like to sit and brood,Unnamed anxieties shaping my mood -The silver light of dusk invadesQuiet thoughts as daylight fades.Indigo hues seamlesly change intoHammered gold of infinite range.The master alchemist casts His spellIn a sky-sized abalone shell.Though the sun fulfillsIts life-giving role,The colors of sunsetFeed my soul. Whose Mind is it, Anyway?I have the right to smoke if I want to, I have a mind to know what I like.My friends all do it, so it can’t be wrong to Try out…






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