Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who have seen what happens around me and to them, on many occasions. Sometimes I have had others affect me in the same way. This is part of the story told in my article The Man who Loved Jail.
the cat meowed and moved slowly out of his way
he knew it wanted something
but it didn't come to his outstretched hand
so he meowed
they parted friends
perhaps never to meet again
the Earth was pliant under foot
the trees engulfed his heart
and took his mind to the tree tops
so his soul could feel, forever
the timeless beauty and purpose of life
~ the relative unimportance of his human fears
she stood next to him
in a place far away from the cat and the trees
in a town where spirituality is raised to a new low
he felt the cat's friendship and wisdom
he knew how unimportant his worries were, and the roots
of the tree...
seemed to tie their feet
with certainty and timelessness
he awaits the mountain top with excited anticipation
still fearful, he might fall
~yet fully confident
in its rightness
Author and activist for Ecumenicism and egalitarian creative potential.
Arizona Blue--Gunfighter: The Wolves Nest [Chapter One of Seven: The North]
My Final Defeat - Fixed Competition
She probably can't remember and I know I can never forget...the first time I saw her like that I was only nine years-oldnot naive by any stretchhaving seen my share of tragedy-my parent's bitter battles in my first five years of lifethen the inevitable end of their marriagebut not before 700 days of devastation called divorcethat destroyed dreams and deeply damaged heartsI had no idea life could get worse...
The Valley Of Pain
We were exiled from the Garden of Eden. Its sinless wonders nevermore to regain.So every man on life's toilsome journey,Must enter the valley of pain.
Contract of Death [Now: in SPANISH and English]
Contract of Death
Lifes Too Short
Time goes by to quicklyto hold your feelings insideEspecially when their so strongeven if they don't abide...
Farewell to Lester Graybill
I never met a man, who could shake my hand, and make my heart feel like a hearth afire.
Biography of Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Bronte (1816 ?1855) Novelist and Poet.
Asha of Darfur [A poem with a commentary by the author]
Asha of Darfur
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.
Song of the Great Zimbabwe, and Silver and Inca Blood [Poems and notes]
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"
Ole Bulky Jeeps & Paper, Ink and Rain [two Peoms]
Ole Bulky Jeeps
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [a Poem]
Daybreak at Pikes Creek[Summer of 2005]
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
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.
Two Poems Written During Recovery
Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to move, we've been going through our things as most people must, to prepare for the new location, and in doing so, I found two poems, ones I wrote in 1990, now 15-years old, never published, and so I'd like to publish them today. I was a heavy drinker up to 1984 (some twenty years drinking), when I quite, and so these poems must have something to do with it, a slight reflection perhaps. They were never numbered, as I have done in the past to most of my poems, but I assume they would be around #125 and #126, or so, out of #760. I did not have a name for either of them, so I shall name them accordingly?now:
"I heard what you said, Red. Yet, I have to disagree.There's nothing wrong with my voice,You're just filled with jealousy."
Writing Innovative Poetry
Writing innovative poetry, the kind of poetry that reputable literary journals publish, entails knowing exactly what each word of a poem does to the reader. A good poem should be evocative, skillful, and cohesive, but before attempting to hone these attributes, a potential poet should be knowledgeable of the various forms and attributes of contemporary poetry. A good way to become familiar with the aspects of contemporary poetry is to take classes, join writing workshops, and subscribe to contemporary literary journals. Reading and understanding good poetry is vital to being able to write good poetry.
A Death in Cajamarca, Peru (Atahualpa, in Cajamarca ((in English and Spanish))
The Epic Poem:
Ceasar Vallejo: Black Roses [In English and Spanish]
Cesar Vallejo: Black Roses
Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy KingAntidotes for an AlibiBlazeVox BooksISBN 0-9759227-5-02005
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