The Poets Corner [Three Poems with a review]
The Poet's Corner [Three poem/ see review of poetry under the poems]
THe Monster Mash, A Graveyard SMASH (short story I wrote when I was 11)
The Monster Mash The Graveyard Smash
Caught in the Arms of ED
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONG
A Ship to Remember
Hammers. Timbers. Iron. Steel.
You can do and you can be whatever you want. You have the power, and the right, to make the changes.
Whats A Prisoner to Do?
What's a prisoner to do when justice fails and the innocent is escorted off to jail?
Mother, I Dont Mind The Pain
I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one deeply loved. We come to accept the death and adjust our lives - rather begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive. Somewhere in the grief process, we make the decision to survive and then we are emotionally enabled to build a different kind of relationship with our deceased loved one.
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.
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.
Five Poems from Home [And a view on the planet vs. the poet]
Five Poems from Home
Arizona Blue--Gunfighter: The Wolves Nest [Chapter One of Seven: The North]
Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem
The Incubus' Flash-light
Contract of Death [Now: in SPANISH and English]
Contract of Death
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [a Poem]
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [Summer of 2005]
It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,
Do you ever stare at the paper, waiting for poetic inspiration? Well, you can stop waiting and start using systematic techniques for creating poetry. If it seems too mechanical or artificial at first, don't worry. The point is just to get you writing, because creativity is stimulated by work.
Black Blood, in Jeremiahs Vines - A Poem and an Article
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]
Tale of the: Old Hunter and the Golden Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwife On the edge of the thick of the woods; They lived in an old run-down shack For forty-years and some. The old man hunted for his living, And his wife sewed on her lap.
So many looked to you for inspiration,
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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