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Death & the Supernatural: Poetry/Five Poems
Supernatural Poetry Here are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems. Perhaps a bit bizarre, a few stanzas may be, but with unfailing subtlety of course, and a ting of acuteness, but we have to hag on if we want a good ride: 1. Evil's Creation Thou knowith evil clings But softly it darkens O Night! Who giveth birth? "His name has no beginning But why?! O why? As mighty murmurs #609 4/1/05 2. The First Depth Struggling against unrestful skies 'The First depth,' the silence of the deep 'The First Depth,' with rival skies And I saw dreadful swords like suns And the echoes I heard from the stars #610 [4/2/04] 3. Satan's Daisies Walk slowly, he is near With his dark charcoal horns #612 [4/3/05] 4. The Iron Raven "You cannot escape, debased death #611 [4/3/05] 5. The Marble Tomb 'Twill be the same, the same Your name will be forgotten You-in there, in that tomb?! #613 [4/3/04] Poet and Author, Dennis L. Siluk: will be going to Lima, Peru tomorrrow [and the mountians],and to Central America [Copan] thereafter, for a month to find more poetry to write about...and the secrets that reside in its soil...!
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"Move on, my love / The Light wishes for us to do so" / And my Heart sings with the possibilities / So that "Yes" is the answer I can render with easeMy Heart is filled with Love and joy in this moment / Knowing that I am with you, my Soul / My feelings tell me you are there and always were / Till that sleep came over me earlier onBy awakening to your touch do I know You / And find my own truth there in your eyes / You show me through Love what my purpose can be / I am inspired by this attentive designI am pleased we are here together, in this life / I am pleased that our love is so strong / For now I can reach you, my Sweet Soul Sublime / When you call to me from deep within my HeartI have your answer Dear, and know this to be true / That you and I are forever to be born / In this life or another, we join with each other / And We Soar . Top 20 Poetry Quotations Explore the meaning of poetry and the motivation of poets with this special collection of evocative quotations.. 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. Birthday Messages I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS A CARD WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS A' HI' WOULD HAVE SUFFICED. 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A Hundred and Fifty Dead [Korean War--l952] There I sat, ninety-five degree weatherOutside; the bookstore café, was cool.An Old Timer stood by me, explaining:"There were two-hundred of us on the Island,Near North Korea, back in '52-We guarded 16,000-prisners?"All of a sudden, all hell broke looseThree-hundred North Koreans cameOver the bob-wired fence, in pursuit"It all happened in a matter of secondsThe machineguns killed 150-of themThat's all I saw in the war of '52. Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary] Bells for Belphegor!..
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