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Author :: Robert Baird  |
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| Article Title :: The Cat |
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| Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who have seen what happens around me and to them, on many occasions. Sometimes I have had others affect me in the same way. This is part of the story told in my article The Man who Loved Jail.The Cat:the cat meowed and moved slowly out of his wayhe knew it wanted somethingbut it didn't come to his outstretched handso he meowedshe winkedhe feltthey parted friendsperhaps never to meet againthe Earth was pliant under footthe trees engulfed his heartand took his mind to the tree topsso his soul could feel, foreverthe timeless beauty a (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: Testimony to the Night [In English and Spanish] |
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| In the quiet of the arctic night—
In its deep northern skies,
Dim are the lights, in its coldEvening frost…!
Even the stars of the arctic
Seem silently stone frozen!Here, here is where you find
Peace and the beast within—!
Remote, no ears or wordsTo clutter the mind
To entrench the throat;
Here, here is where you die…(for a moment).Here, the sky has eternal eyes
Eyes with cosmic tides
Tides that never rest: they warWith the Universe—
Likened to a dark deep abyss;
Endless and never resting…Here my eyes seek and search
In countless hours, ebbing and
Sweeping the heavens above (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Robert Baird |
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| Article Title :: Key Largo - Frater Albertus |
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| Key Largo:The fans turn lazily in front of the doorThey open wide showing mangroves galoreAn egret in the everglades stalks its preyHaltingly it walks along its wayOn another bright and sunny dayA woman’s floppy hat shades her beauty not so brittleThe silken scarf that holds the hat flutters just a littleShe pauses in the threshold of the doorSurveying what she’s looking forShe is looking straight at meHer beauty flaunted all to see.‘Where are you from?’ while noticing I had a frownOn the other couch she elegantly sits downIn the small hotel lobby bar‘A city north and (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: "House of the Goblin" [Part Two of Three/with notes] |
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| House of the Goblin
[Part Two of Three]Here is where, where the air is stillAnd the mountains shadows disappear!
Here is where, unnumbered spirits dwellWhere harp and memory expire…Where the rainbow—leaps, from itsStoreroom-keep, and cries;
And the sands along the oceans coastEcho then die…as in sleep…;And where enchantment turns into ghouls!...Who be these spirits, which charm and gleam?A fabric from the “Inferno,” I think
Or a symbolic language in a forgotten dreamYes! We are all exiled from beauty…Yes, we are exiled from beauty unseen…Where fragile-wings and tenderness
Meet; meet with t (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: Tale of the Brick Maker, of San Jeronimo, Peru [In English and Spanish] |
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| Tale of the Brick Maker,
Of San Jerónimo, Peru
[A Cup of Sorrow]—1In the Andean mountains, within theMantaro Valley region of Peru,
Isolated, secluded, tranquil, is the littlevillage of San Jerónimo.
Near the village, here lay the fertile valleywith bent-grass, and huge
Mountains stretching northbound,And heading towards the ocean’s coast.The old man had hands like a farmer’swas raised on labor and ceaseless;
He made bricks from the mountain’s clay,baked them, from nearby firewood, and found
Serenity from the suns rays, as it sankeach night into twilight.And so Augusto live (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Robert Baird |
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| Article Title :: Life is a Fantasy |
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| LIFE IS A FANTASY!A pink-eyed rabbit, fuzzy whiteHops in bedrooms filled with frightA child of six with much to knowHer father's basest feelings showShe knows of LOVE, only through himHe satisfies his every whimHe leaves, she wipes himfrom her chin!Her mother NEEDS to see the bestHe answered her God requestTo have a roof to comfort bringA yard where all the birdies singTell me how she could really knowWhat source for learning could she go?Her mother regularly beaten if not worseThe cycle of violence – a woman’s curseConflicting visions, dependenciesOne c (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Saundra L. Washington |
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| Article Title :: The Game of Life |
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| When your life becomes unbearable
And the light of promise ceases to glow,
When all your dreams and aspirations
Lie dormant on ambition's death row.When you feel that all is hopeless,
Life troubles just seem to abound.
When those you thought were supporters
Are suddenly nowhere to be found;When weary from the struggle of trying
And you wonder to yourself, "What’s the use?"
You fight on to do the best that you can
But once again, all hell breaks loose.When things in your life become disjointed
And everything you touch turns stale.
When nerves are on edge from life's pressures,
And there's no breath with which to (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Saundra L. Washington |
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| Article Title :: Feelings, O How Glorious! |
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| Sometimes we feel hard-pressed,
Our backs against the wall;
Sometimes we feel lightheaded,
As if we are going to fall.Sometimes we feel fierce anger
At those who misuse guns;
Sometimes we feel ashamed
Of how we treat God's little ones.Sometimes we feel excited,
As when a birthday nears;
Sometimes we feel withdrawn
And retreat to inner spheres.Sometimes we feel so lonely,
Without a friend or foe;
Sometimes we feel confused,
Can't decide which way to go.Sometimes we feel too sensitive,
Weep over some small thing;
Sometimes we feel quite infantile
And desire pampering.Sometimes we feel d (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: Storm Rising along the Lima Coast |
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| Storm Rising along the Lima Coast
[Summer of 2002]…wind was blowing furiously
It never left for a moment
Bursts of fury
I found it difficult to keep
My feet placed, thus,
I clung to my knees
For one blissful moment
I could not now disguise it
From myself
Some subtle feeling
Manifested itself
Then the current drew
Sharply away from me
With her mystery—Back out into the open sea
Yet—, still it roared back at me!
It was an expressed release
It made my head swim
I noticed it kept—step
With my exultation!…#761 7/14/2005Notes: There are mysteries to the sea, at (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: A Hundred and Fifty Dead [Korean War--l952] |
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| 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 all!”The old timer said; exhaustedly;As if he was to do it all over agai (read full article) |
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