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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Expressing an emotion - the art of writing poetry
- Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, finding meaning in few words. A melody of passion flowing out onto the pages, words that flow into each other and yet express the inner most thoughts and feelings of those who read the words. Writing poetry is a gift, a wonderful gift, being able to illuminate words so that they form a picture, express a feeling and share a thought in so few words. Un...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Biography of charlotte bronte
- Charlotte Bronte (1816 ?1855) Novelist and Poet.Charlotte was the daughter of the Rev. Patrick Bronte,with her sisters Emily and Anne, Charlotte was brought up in a small parsonage in the Yorkshire village of Haworth. Whilst still in her childhood the Bronte sisters lost their mother and as the eldest Charlotte took up the a role of looking out for her sisters Emily and Anne. Charlotte was ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - The plane from iquitos [1959-part one]
- Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was sitting on a small prop-plane leaving Iquitos, Peru for a trip down the Amazon toward the opening, the mouth of the mighty Amazon,--to Manaus. As we flew low one could see the waters of the Amazon, the city always impressed me, but more from this birds-eye view, you could see the mighty river in its squid like form, with all it ten...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Here and there
- My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on planet earth. Though unconscious for many hours; Unaware of existence, Unknowing of life, Incognizant of humanity Living in a space of void, Resident of nothingness, Here, but not here. There, but not there.Now, awakened I know I am here. Thank you Lord! I guess; I may prefer to be there. He...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - The poets corner [three poems with a review]
- The Poet's Corner [Three poem/ see review of poetry under the poems]The Poets CondorThe condor fly's Amongst the hillsIn open skies Of San Jerrónimo, Near Huancayo?Forbidding any To near his path-Lest he dare To risk a attack, Near Huancayo!...#685 5/27/05Fate of a PoetPoets have an abundance of Consonants A few vowels (for t...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Two poems and a short story
- 1)dying in the bar [sluggishly]yet, I would crawl too upto the bar, it was everything, the dampness the carved wood the zoned-out-ness in my head dreaming; it was better than death? then I took another drink?so many I never moved much, like dead fish. my head split like an ass it was numb and, nothing else numbness was my homeac...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Three sweet poems, and two not so sweet [now in: spanish and english]
- 1) End PoemWherever you are today- Is where you were meant to be; It's where God, dotted the 'i' and the 't'?!2) God's AngelsGod asked his angels: "Why do you look so sad?" Responded one angel: "Sir, we can't find the shade."3) An Empty SpaceOut of wisdom one will wait, travel far for love; the thirst will not k...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Lima, city with the stretched out wings [in english and spanish]
- Lima, City with the Stretched out WingsIt's an ink-black night: no stars: a moon in sightJust dots of: red, green and white-white lightsAs the plane descends, descends, slides down On the long-drawn-out-spun-out lingering city of lights Uneven as a crumbled cake, lit up like a Christmas tree-The sleepless city, with its stretched out wingsStretchin...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Shaking out the rugs [following the poet]
- Let's follow the poet to his Hell and heaven! Count his Ghosts and dilemma's?Reach out to touch his Stretched-out skies; let's follow The poet to see where he lays.Let's follow the poet to his end; To see if he can?whatever He wants to do, do over again?.Let's find the poet's soul, and then Once found, let it go; And watch the Afterglow! His i...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Three poems: the monkey man of lima, plus two more
- What Hides behind the Minute?What hides behind the minute? It seems, no one really knows; How many times will we wakeup, To count the minutes gone?The rose was dead when I arrived; The sword, was rusty and dull; The window curtain was open, And there was music in the hall.Oh lovely minute, where art thou? One, is not like the other-: Whirling in...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - The man who could not say sorry for his sins
- Sorry would be a start.Though you cant take back your mistakes, and you cant unravel time, you'd think there would be remorse, for such a self serving crime, to send others out to die, to pay the blood price you have decreed, when its purely posturing and posing, all about vanity and greed, to secure a perceived niche in history, glowing down the yea...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Lamenting poetic moods [six poems]
- 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 Peñaloza.Lamenting Poetic Moods (Six Poems)By Dennis Siluk...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Little girl from huancayo [a poem/in english and spanish]
- Little girl from HuancayoDo you really, really know? Just how fast those feet will grow,On the streets of Huancayo.Little girl with jumping jacksOn the street, looking back; Back to see whose watching her,A little boy with a bird.Little boys and little girls,Playing in the Huancayo worldDo you really, really know?Someday you will have ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Motiff
- Have you ever experienced infatuation with someone you know is not a good match for you? Or how about an interesting relationship that roots itself deep in your memory... Here's my double take on someone who caught my eye years ago and invited me to play footsies in a work cafeteria. Although nothing ever involved from this infatuation, he has never left my thoughts.Joining Of Heart...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Three poems: phantom of the rocks; lady from lima & bell ringer of de copan
- 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...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Hindu poet - kamalakanta
- 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. Kam...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Review of stephen b. wileys first book of poetry: hero island
- Poet Stephen B. Wiley's first book of poetry, Hero Island, reflects tender snapshots and reminiscent overviews of various stages of his life as a youngster working on a farm in New Jersey, summer vacations spent with his family in Northern Vermont, and his positive stance on life.His elegant command of language magically explores and brings to life such varied topics as the shovel we are re...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Rhymes of an ordnance man [vietnam war: 1971]
- Rhymes of an Ordnance Man [Vietnam War: 1971]An eleven part poem By Dennis L. SilukI had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 [1971], and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived. I was asked recently at a lecture [question and answer] at a University in Peru, Huancayo, at the Los Andes, Language Center, how I liked it. Most of the students expected...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Ode to quetzalcoatal [now in spanish and english]
- Ode to QuetzalcóatlQuetzalcóatl the GreatNo one knew his true name, so they Called him Quetzalcóatl-feather Serpent He and his crew of nineteen: faces Strange faces, images of a prince, a lord: King of the Yucatan in the year 986 ADHe was a tall man; long cloths, sandals; White as day, with a long beard, black hair. Some say r...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - A ship to remember
- Hammers. Timbers. Iron. Steel.They're laying down a mighty keel.As ant-like workers scurry roundI hear a truly riveting sound.And as she rises midst the swarmI see the beauty of her form.(He has no soul who cannot seeHow I am forced to call her "she".)And then, 'a sudden, she's a ship!She waltzes down that mighty slip.Then, in t...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Stone beds [a poem and an advance]
- 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 it...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Sleep, dreams, and a poem
- The Incubus' Flash-lightHe looked inside my head And found a dreamHe didn't like-;As I looked back at him, I found an incubus Shinning a light(and stole this poem from him-last night).Thoughts: Dreams and Poetry: in dreams we let go of our inhibitions; in poetry we write them back out. Some seem to be divine messages, while others seem ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Black blood, in jeremiahs vines - a poem and an article
- Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard the crackling of wood, and I noticed the Lord God had made men of wood, and fire came from his mouth.Then the wind poured its grief upon us-over our sins; and I heard the words for the seventh time, "Go to the mountains!"Foolish people of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss yourself...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Mother, i dont mind the pain
- I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one deeply loved. We come to accept the death and adjust our lives - rather begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive. Somewhere in the grief process, we make the decision to survive and then we are emotionally enabled to build a different kind of relationship with our deceased loved one.Mother, I Don't Mind The Pain...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Two poems: black poncho, and spirits of de copan [in english and spanish]
- 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 fru...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - I saw the universe
- I can see the cerulean blue of the skiesOr the indigo of the nightI can see the stars wink, the grin of the moonDuring the changes of it's monthly face**I am in awe**I see the sun on it's annual trekAlternately awakening the life in the earthAnd then fading away to allow it to sleepUntil the next spring**I am told ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Footprints to mantaro valley (a poem in spanish and english)
- Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what retreat art hid?-Where falling mountains groan In shadow and amongThe rapids of the Rio? Is not your name Mantaro Valley?Beyond the footprints of the Andes--?I can hear your voice in echoesI can hear thy voice, divinely low. I do but know thy by a glanceAs the clouds above me know? . Ah! Gone...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Chan chan and the gorriones (two poems in english and spanish)
- The following two poems, one in English, the other in English and Spanish were done during this ongoing trip in Peru, while in Lima, although the poem concerning: Chan Chan was oriinally started last year,while at the ancient site in Northern Peru, it was just finished recently.The Gorriones of LimaIt is fall all around me-The Gorriones are swimming in the air Underneath the L...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Shakespeares sonnet xviii, shall i compare thee to a summers day?
- Shakespeare's sonnets require time and effort to appreciate. Understanding the numerous meanings of the lines, the crisply made references, the brilliance of the images, and the complexity of the sound, rhythm and structure of the verse demands attention and experience. The rewards are plentiful as few writers have ever approached the richness of Shakespeare's prose and poetry."Sonnet ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Savage nature: the life of ted hughes
- One of the most important poets of the post-war period, Edward James Hughes (1930-1998), was drawn towards the primitive. He was enchanted by the beauty of the natural world, frequently portraying its cruel and savage temperament in his work as a reflection of his own personal suffering and mystical beliefs - convinced that modern man had lost touch with the primordial side of his nature.Bo...
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