The Lull of Twilight [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Twilight, was now beginning. As for
the sun, it was down-down over
(then I noticed)
?the color of charcoal blended into earth
and sky-; ebbing between this was the
'Tis a time unto itself-between calm and
caution, silent oblivion and night; even
'Tis the moment of sunset, when light
is thin and narrow, and shadows
The twittering of birds, the rustle of trees,
children readying for sleep-; an overall
Notes by the author: "For me, twilight seems to lure and lull the soul into a deceptive confidence; yet it remains an enticement, bait for the most part, that attracts most living things into a glowing sensation; perhaps God's way of numbing us for a moment, while the earth orbits around the sun, and the moon around the earth, all pulling forces on us small human beings-perchance, it is needed for a moments stillness on the soul."
La Calma del Crepúsculo
El crepúsculo, ahora estaba comenzando. Entonces para
(Luego yo noté)
El color del carbón vegetal mezclado entre tierra
misterio del crepúsculo (la partida del día, para
Junta un tiempo consigo mismo entre la calma y
a mente con sus grúas terrosas por un momento?
Junta el momento de la puesta de sol, cuando la luz
El cantar de los pajaritos, el crujido de los árboles,
Notas por el autor: "Para mi, el Crepúsculo parece atraer y calmar El alma dentro de una confidencia engañosa; todavía permanece una tentación, Cebo por así decirlo, que atrae mas cosas vivientes dentro de una sensación Encendida; talvez el camino de Dios entumeciéndonos por un momento, Mientras la tierra orbita alrededor del sol, y la luna alrededor de la tierra todas Las fuerzas jalando sobre nosotros pequeños humanos seres- posiblemente, Esto es necesario para momentos calmados sobre el alma".
Dennis Siluk is the author of many books, his most recent being, "Spell of the Andes," and is working on two more. A prolific writer, he lives in Lima, Peru and Minnesota. His site is http://dennissiluk.tripod.com you can see his book as http://www.amazon.com
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The Bag Apron: The Poet and His Community by John Montague â Cead Isteach/Entry Permitted by Nuala Ni ... - Irish Times
'Everything is lost': A poet in conflict-torn Kashmir laments the destruction of his life's work - Washington Post
Five Mixed Poems, with Notes [now is Spanish and English]
1.Night in Jamaica [Peruvianism: 1810]It was a rainy night they say When don Simon Bolivar Slept in the arms of beautiful -Luisa Crober (of Jamaica); thus an Assassin missed his mark When he stabbed Major Amestoy Sleeping in the dark In Bolivar's hammock!.
The Time Has Come and Buzzing
Most of my poems are written late at night, often, as this one was, after I have turned out the lights to go to sleep. It seems that is the time when I am most creative.
JOINEDHeart beat of man pounding - yet unheard joined becomes the beat of a nation.Words of man written - yet unread joined becomes a proclamation.
Infected Ideologies [a Poetic Portrait]
the disease of extremism is infectious-; whoever cannot think of their child growing up without it is part of the phenomenon! (the choice of the day). fanaticism,-- with a powerful ideology are seeds for suicide! murder: giving reasons to rage!.
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 tentacles [contributories: waters linking to the river].
I am not the one I was before yesterday.I cannot go back.
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
All Hail.Is your hospital full of aliens, despite new cleaning firms, Antenna waving buggies, And creepy crawly germs, Then dont waste another second, now were into election spin, Just complain, over and again, and up pops smiley smiley grin.
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.
Passion and Poetry, and Life
Ironically, the passion that can neutralize the repulsion for difficulties depends on the effort to overcome these difficulties. The irony resides in the circularity of this principle - which applies to all areas of activity, including poetry: One must make the effort to overcome difficulties to achieve success and feel capable, and one needs this achievement and feeling to have a passion for making this effort.
Anne Bradstreet, To My Dear and Loving Husband, A Discussion
"To My Dear and Loving Husband" was written by America's first female poet, the Puritan, Anne Bradstreet. In fact, Anne Bradstreet is one of only a handful of female American poets during the first 200 years of America's history.
You Lost Your Last Gamble and Me
I will never think twice nor will I roll the dice When it comes to my life I will take my Grannio's adviceYou play the hand you're dealt when it comes to who will be your Dad - But if you bluff about a card's face value for too many years you forget you had - No Aces or King of Hearts in your original deck - But rather a worthless Joker-So Wild and Mad..
Caught in the Arms of ED
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONGI THINK YOU GOT IT WRONGI LIVE LIFE DAY TO DAYHOPING IT WILL GO MY WAYI HAVE MY FRIENDS AND MY FOOD PLANMY THERAPIST AND MY THOUGHTSMY EXERCISE AND MY EXCITEMENTTHEN SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I GET CAUGHTCAUGHT IN THE ARMS OF EDTURNING MY EYES AWAYFROM MY FOCUS TO WIN THE FIGHTTHAT I THOUGHT WAS GOING TO STAY.HE TELLS ME THAT I AM SELFISHTHAT I SHOULD DOUBT MY EVERY MOVEONE MINUTE I AM HAPPYDO I HAVE A RIGHT TO FEEL THIS GOOD?DOUBTING MY STRENGTH AND CONFIDENCEAS ED ALWAYS KNEW I WOULDI AM LOSING INCHES AROUND MY WAISTAND MY PANTS ARE FALLING OFFI SEE THE FACE OF ED IN MY HEADAS HE BEGINS TO LAUGH AND SCOFFYOU THINK YOU ARE GOING STRONGYOU THINK YOU GOT ME BEATLET ME SEE YOU LOSE EVEN MOREYOU WILL SEE THAT YOU WERE WRONG.
Wars, Air of Ambiguity [for: Lt. Laura Walker] in SPANISH and English
Wars, air of AmbiguityDedicated to 1st. Lt.
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein'sThe morning mist, insists there is a God. The earth remains faithful to its orbit.
So many looked to you for inspiration,Unlikely hero for the wheelchair nation.Proudly you fought and proudly you believed,Everyone loved you Christopher Reeve.
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!..
Become A Poet In Ten Minutes
Have you ever sat there staring at the paper, ready to write, but unsure where to begin? Want a solution that will overcome even the worst writer's block? Anyone can start writing poetry today using a few simple techniques.One, two, .
How I wonder what he's doing as I sit alone at night. How I wonder who he's seeing How I wonder if I'm right.
The Art of Receiving Poetic Critique
You can show your poem to your mom, your spouse, your co-workers, or your friends, but you might not get the responses that you can suck up into your little writing fingers to use in an effort to refine your craft. What does it really mean when someone who cares about you, but not for poetry says, "Wow, this is great.
Why I enjoy Writing?
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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