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Ole Bulky Jeeps & Paper, Ink and Rain [two Peoms]
Ole Bulky Jeeps Through late summer's heat Their weighty legs are dirty It's part of how they live- #814 8/24/05 Paper, Ink and Rain This year they are half the size and precisely, the color of red, past the next word, I've yet to read #813 8/23/05 Note by Rosa: here are two more poems by Dennis Siluk, I hope you enjoy them. I often don't know where he is going with his poetry, but it is not hard to make it out once he puts it done on paper; instead of those napkins at the Barns and Noble, Café, in Roseville, Minnesota. I have at times, had to rush and check his spelling (he uses spell check, but his MS gets to him now and then; but so did Faulkner's wife, so I don't feel bad. I think his first poem deals with his long career in the military, 11-years. He drove jeeps all over the place. I told him now they got these humvee's, but he still calls them jeeps, so I just over look it. And his second poem, I think what he is trying to zone in on is just an everyday piece of life?simplicity. He never tells me; and I'm no scholar. I do realize his poems are written with a premise always, and I guess that is what I like; and it's not hard to find. He celebrates life with every word. Dennis Siluk's books can be seen at his website: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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