Poetic six poems crying attitudes

Poetic six poems crying attitudes Advance: Mr. Siluk? S is the value of the symbolist poetry, the sensual impressions, verbal magic and even children's jingle, at times the popular 8-syllable verse (ballad meters). Free verse, with lamenting poetic moods, even satire (poems, inside and out). Here are some of your most recent poems. Rosa Pe? Aloza.Lamenting poetic soul (Six Poems) By Dennis SilukSpring Scene: Rain [Along the Mississippi] Dusk falls. Mist Shows nothing of goodness. And now, as the sun goes down, A dead faint glimmer, hardlyseen? Conces the city, along theMississippi? With the rain overshadowed the spring? Everything is cold and gray. N. moon at all, only drabrain pale? Dark rain all day and night; Pale-dark rain along theMississippi?. Note: # 670 [5/16/05], inspired by the rain; St. Paul, Minnesota, and Juan Ramón Jimenez.Wariwilca [From ancient ruins in the Andes of Peru, 700 AD] ancient ruins hidden In the Mantaro Valley Huancayo? An aroma of silence? Living In the quiet of the sky From Wariwilca! ... A joyous breeze against my knee As I kneel And drink from the spring? In the silence of the angles The ruins, spirits remain Unruffled?. # 671/5/16/05American Company: Yellow Moon Lightw are Christians, but they It is not the faith? We are the Church, but Not spiritual? We have no roots, but They have big feet! E 'a land of all Goveed by everyoneEven mystics? There are the mountains and the sky And everyone tries to fly? We love God, or Without him? It should be clear? We are worried about death, money and beer! (And most people hate poetry At best). Our young people, and Congress With long grass and under the sky? It is on a road that leads to a lie! As for me? Books, New York, shortly before Sunrise: yellow moon light shines through My empty room?. Bye, bye, next stop My poetry is alive With cosmic garbage? # 669White PerilWeakness walks of life! Man against the anguish of Satan! Feeling aggrieved, and consequently suffer Madly altered your soul! There are many, but there ? white paint for the weak closure humans.The poor? the poor! Stick your face; Put in place, offering full destinies.Weakness golden horse of life of human beings! Madly altered the soul of Satan: Crazed eyes, shoulders high, high He calls us? In his hideout near !...# 668Cesar Vallejo? S: Black RosesBow ol feasible in your head? poet? To meet God? S grace before No more digging trenchesTo today? In the forest of heads, What? Lean, lean, Ol? barbaric poet! Death walks in front of the horse I heard the crackling of a whip See the crowds eyes death.He quote his lair? The winds of hell, What? Bow, bow downYour eyebrows dyed blood He will take you to a closer edge.Closer, I see hours Ah! a satanic movement of clouds I see a festival of black-rose: Hear a clamor from the crowd, bend, stoop, Ol? poet ? I heard applause! Forgive me Lord, I am tired On the evening of my life? However, the souls are seized by the black-pink devilsAnd festival: In recent days? Are you sick !...?# 666 [5/15/2005] Evangeline LimaEvangelina of Lima gave her a call breastsWarmth For his part in marriage With the young Feando captainDon? But the obsession gambleWoud tare your heart is squandered away his fortune And his diamond solitaire ring.But luck would be so, a solid wife is dead? To save the honor of her husband In the heart of his life.Note: Inspired by Ricardo Palma, and? Peruvian traditions?. Being a licensed counselor for many years, psychology and the school, and dependencies, the present case, he writes, it was more interesting to me, and then, my poetry that I wrote to him as an example. I do not believe that I took nothing of his writings, and was careful to note this.Poet / Author, Dennis Siluk,