Lamenting Poetic Moods [six Poems]

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Advance: in Mr. Siluk's 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 Pe?aloza.

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 silence?resides
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 poor?the 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, high:
He summons us?to his den nearby!...

#668

Cesar Vallejo's:
Feasible of Black Roses

Bow down your head ol' poet-
To face God's 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

Lamenting Poetic Moods [six Poems]

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