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 Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk  |
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| Article Title :: Poems From Satipo [In English and Spanish] |
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| Ode to Satipo
[Part One/Jungle Eyes]O Satipo, your jungle eyes—I see;
Lo, your life-filled warmth opensUpon thy brow…Be ye, open up—your jungle gatesFor me,Before—,
Before the wild comes with newAnd old roars
(And horrific drums form withinThe deep…)!I could feel and hear the jungle lifeWithin my veins,—
Appeared images—within my brain.Leafage, like peace offerings—Silently—swayed,
Upon the shoulders of its kind—;
And here I stood in paradise!1/24/06 #1016Ode to Satipo
[Part Two/Peru’s Abode]Across her deep-roads of greenFrom rivers (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Sam Oliver |
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| Article Title :: Echoes of the Distant Past |
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| Where The Soul Never DiesNature, a reflection of our soul,
reveals the seasons of our lives.
Like people, earth's seasons teach us
patience, awareness, and encourage us to grow.
From the sparkle of sunlight in the doe's eye
to the sparrow elevated by the air below its wings,
the spirit of God is the source of life that fuels our spirit
and raises us above pain and sorrow.Only the soul can travel to this place above the clouds
where we are lifted by the breath of God.
Here, the lessons learned in nature
disclose to us that dying is a transition into life
and nothing completely disappears.
Rather, we are transformed i (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Sam Oliver |
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| Article Title :: A Place Inside Us That Never Dies |
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| The Wind in my HeartWind, where is it?
It comes, and it goes.
It makes it's way through the leaves of a tree,
yet I am not able to see
where the wind comes from, or where it will go.I like the way the wind makes the tree leaves sound.
It is a peaceful tone much like a gentle rain
on a cool summer night.
There is a similar wind in my heart.It makes it's way through my soul,
and I am fresh again.
It is the air I breathe,
and the force that gives me life.Sam Oliver, author of, "Integrating the Feminine Spirit: Returning to the Womb of Creation"---------------------------------------Life's Process (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: The Nefilim: Angelic Warlords [An Epic Poem: Part One of Three] |
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| Prologue:This was meant to be the sequel to the book: “Angelic Renegades & Rephaim Giants.” The Rephaim Giants, whom were the offspring, or hybrid of the Watchers, which was done for the most part in poetic form and represents a short novel; the author he could present the best impression that way, that being, more on the emotional, symbolic scale his images, impressions of them.This sequel is done was done in both poetic prose form; now put into poetic prose for the first time, and a vast amount is being left out [two sections]. The story represents a vision the author had. There were angelic beings given the task by God to watch over earth, did just that for a while, (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: To Clark A. Smith [Arriving in Hell] |
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| When CAS, made his decent,
(Paid his toll, before he left—
Earth’s crust)
Proud he was when he appeared
At dock #666 Hell’s Northern Pier.There stood Satan himself—
Opening the gates, “Drop the oars,”
He said, formal and brief: “You are
Amongst friends, the Dead, who
Never die, nor ever sleep…!” And
His ten-wings snapped insanely.There was the Henchman, Agaliarept
Ruler of an army in Hell; he leaped to
His feet, held out his hand—saw the
Scorn on his face, said:
“Welcome, you are home my friend!”His eyes—vile, a hoary-red; he
Stepped up onto the dock, over the
Ash-dark (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: Winter Birds in Minnesota [a poem with a commentary] |
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| Winter Birds in MinnesotaHigh above winter’s frosted trees
Above the Mississippi,
Clouds thaw,
In the afternoon sun—
Fly! Fly low winter birds of Minnesota
Fly low: chipper on, wave
Those rusted wings waiting for spring
Fly low: fly low, play your
Games of ‘Hide and go seek,’ defying
The frail soul in this land of cold
Of arctic winds: and bleak snow …!Happy the birds—despite their frets, —
Despite the woes and dim fields of
Corn now froze, now full of snow,
Where they fly over in a silent pose,
Waiting for Minnesota’s spring thaw!
Fly! Fly low winter birds of Minnesota.#109 (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Tammy Clayton |
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| Article Title :: Dusk Falling |
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| Dimming light from the sun,
almost touching the horizon.
Dusk settles over the earth -
the most magical of moments!
To witness the garden -
when all appears to glow
with an inner light.This is the time of day,
colors take on a new intensity.
Whites fairly illuminate -
reds seem to dance with more glee,
blues command great strength.
All together within this short time,
their beauty is beyond imagination.But one must hurry to see it all...
to catch each corner and path,
before the sun dips past the brink.
For the span of moments is short.
Visible only to the naked eye.
A camera cannot find the (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: Peru's Amazon, and Venezuela's Angel Falls (Two Poems with Commentary) |
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| The Amazon: Enchantress [Peru]
(The river and its jungle)I would recount the time, your crown, allured:
Your majesty, that charmed me, to yours,O, wild, beguiled, Enchantress River
Your lore and years and livelihood reigns.With lazy waters, easy sways your trees
Proudly like a child, twilight sings victory,Along the banks of your jaunty breasts
So rests, triumphantly—my earthly flesh.Your sweeping wide skirt, of blue and green
Laden with boats, combined animals scenes,A treasure chest, filled with wondrous things,
You are the sweeping Amazon—Enchantress …!#1131 (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: Three Poems on Travel [The: Galapagos, Haiti and Parting] |
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| Night Sea Gulls over the Bow
[The Galapagos/Dedicated to Cody, lover of animals]The ship-danced alongside the sea-gulls, soProud they were, they could keep up—;Not far away, an Island of sea lions, awaited… (On top of land, and under the sea).
At day break, they followed us with intently.At night, darkness fell upon our ship, gullsAnd all; sailing from island to island
Density prevailed: complete beauties befell.Love: that, which we give, by looking back:Above and straight ahead, we weaved
This dark and strange beauty, into our heads…!#1119 1/29/06PartingAnd how does one accept the endTo yield a (read full article) |
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| Category :: Poetry Articles |
Author :: Dennis Siluk |
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| Article Title :: The Potato Patch [A Poem: In Spanish And English] |
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| The Potato PatchOne day—oh, I suppose I was, say ten,
I asked my mother to ask my grandfather
For a garden plot—, somewhere in our
Backyard:
And somehow, she got him to agree—;
Twisted his knees, perhaps—I don’t
Know—but the Old Russian Bear
Was hard to please…!It wasn’t a garden to plow or hoe,
Just a patch, a little plot in the backyard
By the fence: that’s all.
And there I planted my first garden—
Potatoes….It was kind of neat (so I thought), hidden
From anyone passing by; until I found out
Potatoes grow underground—
(not on top), and yes, it was
A mess, thereafter: d (read full article) |
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