Mechanical Poetry - Part Three
Have you ever read the lyrics of a Simon and Garfunkle song? Pure poetry. Want to write poems like that? Start copying them.
Three Love Poems [all wicked]
Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists: as with 'Lovers'.
Ballade of an Inca King
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?;
In Spain, they leave the bustling streets,
For sail to Peruvian shores;The murmur of the gold is sweet,It glows and glistens like the sun
A mountain of gold, or the grave
Awaits the human, Inca-god?!Spaniards sing their songs of victoryWhere breaks the green Peruvian sea;
Who now, worships the Inca King (?)
Guarded behind prisons doors-?They chatter about his golden ringsThey watch the winds cross the shores?
They count the days that idle by,
For gold they worship and will die.Envoy.
In The Midst Of All
In the midst of darkness, there is light.
In the midst of evil, there is virtue.
The King and Delka & Moiromma: the Cold Planet [Parts 25 and 26]
#25The King and Delka
[Split Mawkishness-on Moiromma /Part V]Sickly SentimentalityI have sought out friends
Only to find rawness
Of their passion;
And the uniformity
Of their vision.Who out there can know
My cerebral verve?(Only the long dead)By King Moir I[Of Moiromma]Ah! the aimless cosmos come back to his mind as he stands on his balcony looking up into he eerie dark.
Whats A Prisoner to Do?
What's a prisoner to do when justice fails
and the innocent is escorted off to jail?What's a prisoner to do once stigmatized,
caged and abandoned and ostracized?What's a prisoner to do there's no one to trust;
the system fails and the outcome unjust?What's a prisoner to do when family decide
the punishment is warranted and justified?What's a prisoner to do while confined in a cell;
the perpetrator's free and faring quite well?What's a prisoner to do once his reputation is dead
and his life has been ruined because of what someone said?What's a prisoner to do when he's not believed,
though he's telling the truth, he's thought to deceive?What's a prisoner to do as he sits all alone,
no one seems to care; former friends all gone?What's a prisoner to do sitting lost and idle
and most of one's thoughts become suicidal?What's a prisoner to do when freedom's taken away
and the will to live diminishes each day?What's a prisoner to do when hedged in by strife;
with no escape possible; no chance for a new life?What's a prisoner to do when he can no longer see
the beauty of the sky or the waves of the sea?What's a prisoner to do when the sun he can't feel,
nor the breeze of spring because his fate is sealed?What's a prisoner to do when doomed to despair
but still praying to escape the electric chair?Tell me, what's a prisoner to do?Rev. Saundra L.
Two Poems, with Figurative Language
Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to review his poetry somewhat, for he hesitates all the time when I ask him to so; I can tell you.
Asha of Darfur [A poem with a commentary by the author]
Asha of DarfurCry, cry-oh little Darfur woman
For your sister Janjaweed-
[in Sudan's merciless region-who was raped to death);
Where rape and death run ramped;And Asha prays the Arabs don't' hear
Here sobbing little black tears?
?in fear she will be chained to a bedIn Darfur, by the insidious justice
Of the Arabs, who run ramped?Ah, yes! In Darfur you've guessed,
It is not a crime to raped and arrested;
By the very one who raped, and terrorizedYou; it is the conquest?Satan's ribs!..
Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Bells for Belphegor!..
I AM SO GRATEFUL for simpler times.
Stores were closed on Sundays,
TV shows seemed to make more sense,
Family members spent ample time with each other,
And people were valued more than things.
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.
In Poetry: Meaning of Words [And ...Rocket-belt]
In Poetry: Meaning of WordsWhen I write poetry, I check out the meaning of words for too often they sound the same, but once written, and if spelled wrong, in consequence, give a complete different meaning of what I had intended; this I call a moment of damage control. If my rhyme is flat, and my cadence is off, so what, I can survive, as long as the meaning of my words are not; and are as I meant them to be.
Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]
BoyhoodOh me! Thy glorious days have flown!
I mealy noticed, now they're gone,
How quickly passed the flowers!
Time does not stop youth's bells;
It was like I was in a spell,
And my face now shows the hours!Ah yes! My youthful past days,
Still lively in my golden age,
When all was quick and new
Now wrapped in pictures and books,
And friends and family were all I knew
And love was shown by friendly looks!#741 6/26/05Old AgeThey stop by to see me now
To find what's old and new,
They peer into my-everything,
And criticize my views;
They tell me what I should like,
And that I should be grieved-These are my fragile friends
That takes the strongest liberties?I mean to take the buzzer off;
And put the phone outside the door;
In vain I speak to tell them why
-I shan't live here anymore!#742 6/26/05A note on Style: some people ask, "What style of poetry to you like the best?" I can never answer that question; it is open-ended to me. If I feel like breaking free from tradition as in the poem of: "Old Age," so be it; and if I feel traditional verse, a stricter formal pattern should be used, as in "Boyhood," and can contribute richly to the poem, so it is.
A Death in Cajamarca, Peru (Atahualpa, in Cajamarca ((in English and Spanish))
The Epic Poem:A Death in Cajamarca, Peru
[Atahualpa, in Cajamarca]Advance: This is a version, not a translation of any kind, on the incarceration and death of Atahualpa the Inca King of the Inca Empire, in the 16th century (Peru).Atahualpa, enduring in Cajamarca
Greeted by De Soto, his free friend from Spain!
"Be Calm! These times will be tolerant to you.
Never Ever More
Once upon a midnight dreary,
coffee cold and vision bleary,
all night sat there writing COBOL,
coding spread across the bed sheets,
changing syntax for the mainframe,
having checked my final line,
I took the floppy from the drive.Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the SAVE command,
but there below my effectuation,
appeared the cryptic communication,
"Abort, Retry, Ignore" and nothing more.
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