Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca [four poems: see in Spanish and English NOW!]
Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca
Pizarro (Spanish conquistador ((1525))
The blind follow the blind The dumb follow the fool But the cleaver, like 'Pizarro,' (who could not read or write) Followed human-nature? And ruled the Inca world!
Thus, Atahualpa was Beheaded out of pride and Indolence-: one might say, And ignorance ruled? .
Note: don Francisco Pizarro #689 5/27/05
Cepeda the Sly [Lima, Perú-l546 AD]
Cepeda the Sly-, judge With two sides; one false, One pride-both mixed with lies.
Antonio de Robles [Cuzco, Perú-1547 AD]
He was a '?heartless wretch!' A man who would not bend No mans friend?
He met his prophetic fate In defeat, on the streets Swinging from a Cuzco tree!
General Quizquiz [Cuzco--1533 AD]
The bravest of them all- Was General Quizquiz Inca General of Peru
Who harassed the Spanish Conquistadors- Thru and thru?
In Cuzco, He fought each day His immortal enemies; and With a storm, Quizquiz
In concert, butcher alive, The conquistadors- By and by? .
Note: #692 5/31/05
The Revenge of:
Titu-Atauchi [1527-1533 AD]
Sancho de Cuellar Court Clerk at Athualpa's trial Was once, one of thirteen, now The only one? (no heroism in his blood) Captured by the Inca prince
(no longer mocked the Inca King?) Now the scapegoat For Athualpa's killing?
Thus, this day he had no words To worsen his own trail (not like he did with the Inca King) Thereupon, he was executed By the prince, for testimony
Note: Titu-Atauchi, brother to the Inca king Atahualpa; #693 5/2005
The Leyenda Negra
Se dice, que la Leyenda Negra, fue el tiempo de los conquistadores de Perú, principalmente aquellos de España; podrías decir que éste fue un tiempo igual a la Edad del Oscurantismo en Europa. Estos poemas son acerca de la gente que vivió a través de este tiempo; sus testimonios escritos ahora tradición. El fracaso de defender a Perú en contra de las fuerzas renovadas de Europa fue la fatalidad sobre Perú. Este período en el pasado cercano ha sido de poco interés para muchos, pero ahora es visto como historia formativa para Perú, rica y apasionante para el lector. Ricardo Palma fue en parte mi inspiración para esta parte del libro. Déjeme también añadir, éste fue el tiempo del Imperio de los Incas, que mantuvieron su supremacía hasta este final.
Pizarro I (Conquistador español (1525))
El ciego sigue al ciego El mudo siguen al idiota Pero el inteligente, como "Pizarro", (quien no podía leer o escribir) siguió a la naturaleza-humana... ¡Y gobernó al Mundo Inca!
Así, Atahualpa fue Decapitado fuera de orgullo e Indolencia-: uno podría decir, Y la ignorancia gobernó...
Nota: Don Francisco Pizarro #689 27 de mayo del 2005
Cepeda el Astuto II [Lima, Perú-1546 Después de Cristo]
Cepeda el Astuto-, juzgó Con dos lados; uno falso, Otro orgullo-ambos mezclados con mentiras.
#694 30 de mayo del 2005
Antonio de Robles III [Cuzco, Perú-1547 Después de Cristo]
¡Él era un '?despiadado desgraciado'! Un hombre que no se doblegaría No amigo de hombres ? Él encontró su destino profético En derrota, sobre las calles ¡Balanceándose de un árbol de Cuzco!
#695 Mayo 2005
General Quizquiz IV [Cuzco - 1533 Después de Cristo]
El más valiente de todos ellos- Fue el General Quizquiz General Inca del Perú
Quien acosó a los conquistadores españoles- De arriba a abajo ?
En Cuzco, él luchó cada día A sus enemigos inmortales; y Con una tormenta, Quizquiz
En concierto, descuartizó vivo, Los conquistadores- Mientras el tiempo pasaba.
Nota: #692 31 de mayo del 2005
Poet/Author, Dennis Siluk, is very much aware of the Traditions of the Peruvian past, and expresses this in his four simple poems dealing with the Spanish Conquest of Peru. [inspired by Ricardo Palma] http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot month-sweating Poverty out on every street (In Port de Prince); mixingMemory with desire causes stirring. Not much rain in Haiti (in 1986); Summer kept us busy, building A medical clinic, in the mountains?.
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During interviews and general conversations with the public,one of the most difficult questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?So due to the challenge manifested in such a question,I pondered on creating an answer. Many reasons came to mind,but after digesting much"time for thought",I managed to condense my response to three items.
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The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw none. nothing.
No one should have to beg or crawl before humanity. No one should have to scheme to procure philanthropy.
A Happiness Poem
If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, Then my face would always dress in style.If my ears could hear my computer screen, From one to another, they, too, would grin.
Article on Poetry and Two Poems
Writing Poetry for TomorrowWhat does a man need to be a poet, or tomorrow's literary giant? Questions many a student has asked, from Harvard all the way to the community college in one's hometown. What is the answer? Well, I can give you mine, and I'm sure if you asked a hundred writers, or a hundred scholars, you'd get two hundred different answers.
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of the sunken city of La Laguna de Paca, (Where I had met a lingering ghost) Within this region of Huancayo--Peru; Truth lies, but only the soul knows.Part TwoSo the legend goes, of long ago: During the rising of the full moon The Mermaid of La Laguna de Paca, appears And to the nearby towns folks, she echoes.
I Hate The Wait (Weight)
I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in bedOh, so nice and warmLike fresh from the oven bread.My day is oh so busyI wish that I could stayIn the quiet of my houseIf only I could play.
Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an Alibi
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It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now. It was not me as I was then.
Looking Out the Rear Window
The funeral rite concluded With the pastor shaking hands, Offering words of comfort I didn't quite understand.The undertakers came forth And summoned pallbearers' four.
Expressing an Emotion - The Art of Writing Poetry
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Two Poems Written During Recovery
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Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem
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Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]
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Daybreak at Pikes Creek [a Poem]
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [Summer of 2005]Daybreak by Lake Superior Rising out of the woods like: A swamp mist I'm waiting for breakfast(at the B&B) I pace the grounds The scent of green shrubbery: Trees, flora, flowers-rain Intoxicates me- Branches like big brown arms Descend? The embankment, to the right Blue eyed, like mine-reflect From the creek beneath me (my wife says 'be careful' she went to get the camera) The greens and blues touch My face and blue jeans- Reflections mirrored like Musical notes of a symphony (I'll see them later in pictures) For now, it's daybreak In Minnesota.#813 8/26/2005Note: the author, Dennis Siluk, took his wife Rosa [me: on my birthday] to Lake Superior, this summer, and I adored the biggest lake in the world.
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