Lamenting Poetic Moods six Poems

Advance: in Mr. Siluks Poetry one finds symbolist values, sensuous impressions; verbal magic and even childish jingles; at times the popular 8-syllable verse (ballad metre). Free verse, with lamenting poetic moods, even satire (poems inside-out). Here are a few more of his recently written poems. Rosa Pealoza.

Lamenting Poetic Moods
(Six Poems)

By Dennis Siluk

Spring Scene: Rain
[Along the Mississippi

Dusk descends. A mist
shows nothing of kindness.
And now, as the sun falls,
a dead pale gleam, hardly

seen
covers the city, along the

Mississippi;
With tarnished spring rain!
Everything is cold and gray.
No moon at all, just pale drab

rain
Bleak rain, all night and day;
Pale-bleak rain, along the

Mississippi.

Note: #670 [5/16/05; inspired by the rain;
in St. Paul, Minnesota; and Juan Ramon Jimenez.

Wariwilca
[Ancient ruins by the Andes of Peru, 700 AD

Ancient ruins, hidden away
In the Mantaro Valley
Huancayo

A scent of silenceresides
In the quiet skies
Of Wariwilca!...

A cheerful breeze clashes my knees
As I kneel down
And Drink from its spring

In the quiet corners of
The ruins, spirits still linger
Unruffled.

#671/5/16/05

American Society:
Yellow moon-light

We are Christians, but have
Not faith!

We are ecclesiastical but
Not spiritual!

We have no roots, but we
Have big feet!

It is a land of everyone
Ruled by everyone

Even mystics!

We have the mountain and sky
And we all try to fly!

We love God, with or
Without Him!

It should be made clear
We are preoccupied with:

Death, money and beer!

(And most folks hate Poetry
At best.)

Our youth and Congress
With long grass and low skies

Are on a road that leads to lies!

As for me
Books, New York City, just before
Dawn: yellow moon-light shines through
My empty room.
Farewell, farewell; next stop
My poems becomes alive
With cosmic crap!

#669

White Peril

Weakness rides the humans of life!
Humans against the anguish of Satan!

He feels wronged and thus, suffers
Madly with his blemished soul!

They are many; but they exist, they
paint white fences for weak humans.

The poorthe poor! He slaps their face;
Puts them in place; gives gilt filled destinies.

Weakness rides the humans of life!
Madly with the blemished soul of Satan:

Crazed eyes, shoulders high, h igh:
He summons usto his den nearby!...

#668

Cesar Vallejos:
Feasible of Black Roses

Bow down your head ol poet
To face Gods grace ahead
There are no more trenches

To dig today
In the forest of your head,

So:
Bow down, bow down,

Ol barbaric poet!
Death rides the horse ahead
I hear the crackling of a whip
See the crazed eyes of death.

He summons you to his den
The devil and his wind,

So:
Bow down, bow down

Your blood stained brows
He will take you to the edge.

Closer, closer, I see you now
Ah! a moving satanic cloud
I see a festival of black-roses:
Hear a clamor in the crowd;

Bow down, bow down, Ol poet
I hear applause!

Forgive me Lord, I tired
In the afternoon of my life
But souls are seized by devils

And black-roses at festivals:
On days that you are sick!...

#666 [5/15/2005

Evangeline of Lima

Evangelina of Lima,

Awoken in her breasts

Warmth at the request For her hand in marriage
By the handsome young captain

Don Fernando!

But obsession to gamble

Woud tare his heart away

As he squandered her fortune
And her diamond solitaire ring.

But fortune would have it so,

She died a solid wife

To save her husbands honor
In the middle of her life.

Note: Inspired by Ricardo Palma, and his Peruvian Traditions. Being a licensed counselor for many years, and schooled in psychology, and addictions, this case he writes about, was most interesting to me, and therefore I wrote my poem with it as an example. I do not feel I have taken anything away from his writings, and was careful to observe this.

Poet/Author, Dennis Siluk, http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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