You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
No matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.
It takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
It's not what you have - it's who you have in your life that counts.
You can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
It's taken me a long time to become the person I want to be. You should always leave loved ones with loving words - It may be the last time you see them.
The people you care about most in life are taken from you MUCH too soon...
We are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. Either you control your attitude or it controls you.
Credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
Our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for what we do.
Maturity has more to do with experiences you've had and what you've learned from them- and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
You should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish- nothing is more humiliating and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.
Even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.
Heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done - regardless of the consequences.
No matter how bad your heart is broken - the world does not stop for your grief.
Your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people who aren't related to you- can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families are not always biological.
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Tale of the: Old Hunter and the Golden Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwifeOn the edge of the thick of the woods;They lived in an old run-down shackFor forty-years and some.The old man hunted for his living,And his wife sewed on her lap.
It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now.It was not me as I was then.It was then when God was truly in me.When God was in me, I was a young man.A young man with hope, will and desire.Desire to give my love and the gift of God to the ones in need. You see, that was me.
Five Mixed Poems, with Notes [now is Spanish and English]
Lima, City with the Stretched out Wings [In English and Spanish]
Lima, City with the Stretched out Wings
A Dose of Laughter
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,give me a dose of laughter.
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.
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
Welcome to the Town of Feeling
Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad,Moved in down the street
Two Poems and an Analysis [?Witness,? & ?An Old Love?]
Two Poems and an Analysis ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']
Here And There
My eyes opened. I am still alive;Living on planet earth.Though unconscious for many hours;Unaware of existence,Unknowing of life,Incognizant of humanityLiving in a space of void,Resident of nothingness,Here, but not here.There, but not there.
Expressing an Emotion - The Art of Writing Poetry
Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, finding meaning in few words. A melody of passion flowing out onto the pages, words that flow into each other and yet express the inner most thoughts and feelings of those who read the words. Writing poetry is a gift, a wonderful gift, being able to illuminate words so that they form a picture, express a feeling and share a thought in so few words. Unlike telling a story or writing a novel that explains every intricate detail a poem leaves you to draw your own conclusion. Writing poetry can be a healing process, putting down on paper all the emotions locked up inside ones head, a way of remembering and a way of re-living. Poetry has many forms from free verse to sonnet but all poems tell a story, a story of words, words wrapped around each other in such away that they flow together, locked in meaning. The poem below is titled "Playing" and every time I read this poem I cannot help but smile, as too will any mother reading this poem. See if you smile.
As I picked up some of the polished gemstones in the rock store I began to think about what the stones looked like before they were polished. The store had several rocks on display showing the before and after and I realized that unless you knew what you were looking for, you could easily pass by a valuable gemstone. I also thought about how many times we pass by someone because they look "ordinary" and what we might be missing because we don't get to know their "inner person". Thus this poem.
I am not the one I was before yesterday.
A Happiness Poem
If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, Then my face would always dress in style.
The Merchant of Copan [In English and Spanish]
The Game of Life
When your life becomes unbearable And the light of promise ceases to glow, When all your dreams and aspirationsLie dormant on ambition's death row.
Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca [four poems: see in Spanish and English NOW!]
Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca
Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]
You can do and you can bewhatever you want.You have the power,and the right,to make the changes.
Three Love Poems [all wicked]
Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists: as with 'Lovers'...', and 'Death...' and the 'Loves's Curse';but love can carry with it, luring assets, especially in these three poems, as you will soon see; two of which he calls sonnets. He sings a dim song, but it all seems to fit in the river of bitter waters; or salty waters. Be that as it may, they are worth the adventure in reading them, weary as they may be. For those interested, his new book of poems will be out in weeks, "Spell of the Adnes," it will be a charming book. Rosa Penaloza
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