Two Poems: Weathered Leaf & First Day of spring , with Remarks
Remarks: Mr. Dennis Siluk’s simply rhymes hold attention here, if not chopping up an apple tree, and leaving the fruit on the ground for all to eat; I’m getting a little poetic like him, although I’ve only wrote one poem. He paints a passing world does he not; transcends it with his pomes (French for: poems), here and now verse. Literal things that pertain to today’s substance; heavy for its lightness I’d say; it taxes you, as it should; makes the world look a little foolish, or so it seems to me. Death is kind of a grandness; a body that gets worn out also; which is all too true. Even a ting of teasing in his verses; I don’t think he is looking at ‘right and wrong,’ which seems to be dismissed for a malfunctioned world, he kind of paints. Rosa Peńaloza, Commentator
Weathered Leaf
1
Not much to say
Or weep for—
Trapped in a dream (at times)
That disappears—;
Buying and selling pieces of my mind;
Worshiping in-between—
2
Everything has a door
Or window, it seems:
Locks and keys;
Death is not the remedy.
Another month has passed
Passed away my reading friends
Away; it’s new, now….
I walk the streets
Look over my shoulders
Clouds look down on me…
(not much to say
or weep for!)
3
I’m learning to be mad
(weathering away like a leaf,
off a tree)
I’m learning to be mad
In my dreams—
You know, and I know
Old age is left with me
And you, for you it’s new
But carry it nonetheless,
It’s part of your soul…
(your character).
If you do not
It comes anyway,
Like a lamb
And leaves roaring
Like a beast…
4
Forget death, pray for mercy!
Flowers do not grow in winter
So enjoy the summer…enjoyv
The sweetness of now… .
5
‘Cut down by an idiot,’ you say!
Leave it alone, lest you both
Look the same
Hitherto, they are melting icicles
In the heat… leave it alone
Lest you give them power to beat
(and they will):
Break the clock, if need be
Burn your shoes if it helps
Kick the wills (who cares)
But don’t have a stroke
Over the idiots… .
They know the way
Don’t let them cross over
—the blockade!
6
In the maddened world
With no utopia in sight
Nameless faces everywhere
(wanting a piece, or bite)
Do not fear, take this:
This is the end for them
Turn the page
Stop the weeping
Leave it abstract
(don’t fix it)
Let images run wild
Blow their minds
Cover your nose
When they walk by
Don’t let them tag-along
Dance to your-own song (s)
7
Envoy.
Be a hawk in the tree
Stand by the fire escape
Leave on the next bus
Before you have a nervous
Breakdown…
Start laughing at the nuts
The morons with lip service
The bug-eyed, elite
Those who exhaust you
And try to make you eat…
Defeat!...
#734 6/21/05
First Day of spring [2005]
Palestine is about Jerusalem, Israel, and all the Middle
East Nations Ariel Sharon is about Zionism Argentina is about a new economy Japan is about a tax overhaul and the military buildup
of China and North Korea President Bush is about Washington D.C., and Iraq Tony Blair of the United Kingdom is about subsidies The European Union is about a constitution China is about denying they have unhealthy
chickens The world is about today; tomorrow is a conjecture
I don’t really care what it’s all about to be quite frank, what I care about is what I’m about!..
Poet Dennis Siluk
http://dennissiluk.tripod.com