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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 Peńaloza. Lamenting Poetic Moods By Dennis Siluk Spring Scene: Rain Dusk descends. A mist seen? Mississippi-; rain? Mississippi-. Note: #670 [5/16/05]; inspired by the rain; Wariwilca Ancient ruins, hidden away A scent of silence?resides A cheerful breeze clashes my knees In the quiet corners of #671/5/16/05 American Society: We are Christians, but have We are ecclesiastical but We have no roots, but we It is a land of everyone Even mystics-! We have the mountain and sky We love God, with or It should be made clear- Death, money and beer! (And most folks hate poetry Our youth and Congress Are on a road that leads to lies! As for me- #669 White Peril Weakness rides the humans of life! He feels wronged and thus, suffers They are many; but they exist, they The poor?the poor! He slaps their face; Weakness rides the humans of life! Crazed eyes, shoulders high, high: #668 Cesar Vallejo's: Bow down your head ol' poet- To dig today? So-: Ol' barbaric poet! He summons you to his den- So-: Your blood stained brows Closer, closer, I see you now Bow down, bow down, Ol' poet Forgive me Lord, I tired And black-roses at festivals: #666 [5/15/2005] Evangeline of Lima Evangelina of Lima, Awoken in her breasts Warmth at the request
For her hand in marriage Don Fernando-! But obsession to gamble Woud tare his heart away As he squandered her fortune But fortune would have it so, She died a solid wife- To save her husbands honor 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
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