Two Poems:Two Poems:
Dedicated To Islam And The Chinese Poets
By Dennis L. Siluk
Dec. 12, 2004
Overbearing
[Dedicated to Islam]
Many come by me walking
I shan’t remember but a few,
For those who came overbearingly
I have forgotten you…
…
…
It is like the bobbing of a tree
Bowing in a storm
I remember not the wind at all
Once the storm has gone.
#407 [12/10/04]
A Few Hours More
[Dedicated to the Chinese Poets]
New eyes An old man
Cow bells ringing on cows in Garmisch
The Valley of the Mesa Verde
The fish-fry in Beijing
On my plate of life
Appear many things…
A war that never goes away
Music and poetry that helps me
Live each day…
My bookcase is filled
My lamp is warm
I see night approaching
As I read on…
The birds are now gone;
So much I notice now—
Things, things I never did before.
Along the road of life I’ve learned
There are many, so many doors.
Tomorrow, I know:
I’ll still hear those cowbells ringing
In the Garmisch winds;
How marvelous to have been part
Of all of this, I’ve lived—;
To have been…
One of so many…that might
Have been, and was.
I am what I am, just a
Breathe on earthy shores—
Content as a fish, I might say
With a few hours more.
#406 [12/11/04]
"Overbearing," and "A Few Hours More"
Dedicated To Islam And The Chinese Poets
By Dennis L. Siluk
Dec. 12, 2004
Overbearing
[Dedicated to Islam]
Many come by me walking
I shan’t remember but a few,
For those who came overbearingly
I have forgotten you…
…
…
It is like the bobbing of a tree
Bowing in a storm
I remember not the wind at all
Once the storm has gone.
#407 [12/10/04]
A Few Hours More
[Dedicated to the Chinese Poets]
New eyes An old man
Cow bells ringing on cows in Garmisch
The Valley of the Mesa Verde
The fish-fry in Beijing
On my plate of life
Appear many things…
A war that never goes away
Music and poetry that helps me
Live each day…
My bookcase is filled
My lamp is warm
I see night approaching
As I read on…
The birds are now gone;
So much I notice now—
Things, things I never did before.
Along the road of life I’ve learned
There are many, so many doors.
Tomorrow, I know:
I’ll still hear those cowbells ringing
In the Garmisch winds;
How marvelous to have been part
Of all of this, I’ve lived—;
To have been…
One of so many…that might
Have been, and was.
I am what I am, just a
Breathe on earthy shores—
Content as a fish, I might say
With a few hours more.
#406 [12/11/04]
"Overbearing," and "A Few Hours More"
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