|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry would be a start.
Though you cant take back your mistakes,
and you cant unravel time,
you'd think there would be remorse,
for such a self serving crime,
to send others out to die,
to pay the blood price you have decreed,
when its purely posturing and posing,
all about vanity and greed,
to secure a perceived niche in history,
glowing down the years,
is the extent of your ambition,
is the puny limit of your fears,
when those you have sent to die,
believing implicitly in you,
leave relatives behind who see,
that nothing you said was true,
there is no thought now for those,
whose number you dont count,
they are yesterdays forgotten,
though daily they still mount,
no thought of resignation,
no apology to those left behind,
just onward with the ego,
fast forward from those times,
as if nothing ever happened,
as if your lies are quite ok,
as if now is what to focus on,
and then was another day,
lost back in the mists of time,
obscured by clouds half seen,
not an affront to the living,
not impeachable and obscene,
you may want to move on now,
and ignore your past infamy,
but you should be tried for treason,
and jailed for blasphemy.
Malcolm Pugh


Wind Chimes and more... Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists... Read More Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard... Read More Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what retreat art hid?-Where... Read More My life has changedin so so many waysIt seems to... Read More There are many times I set up barriers and walls,... Read More Do not be afraid to shine. This world needs what... Read More Ode to QuetzalcatlQuetzalcatl the GreatNo one knew his true name,... Read More If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, Then... Read More It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,thoughts of sleep... Read More Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my wounds Let your waves curl... Read More Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to review his poetry... Read More Since Mohamed Ali?then Cassius Clay?announced that he had written "The... Read More House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three]Here is where,... Read More Is poetry too complicated for the average reader? Is it... Read More English Version1) Grendel's DivorceYou must know that I do not... Read More You've been writing poetry since that first assignment in your... Read More I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS... Read More I cannot bear to think of when you will be... Read More Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th... Read More Five Poems from Home1) Remembering: Dorothy Parker [Dedicated to the... Read More We were exiled from the Garden of Eden. Its... Read More BoyhoodOh me! Thy glorious days have flown! I mealy noticed,... Read More Fair Andes! Thy arms reach highOf iron-woven solid stone Thu... Read More Hammers. Timbers. Iron. Steel.They're laying down a mighty keel.As ant-like... Read More the disease of extremism is infectious-; whoever cannot think of... Read More
Windchimes
for great gifts!
Antidotes for an Alibi
Black Blood, in Jeremiahs Vines - A Poem and an Article
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)
Since Youve Been Gone...
Barriers
RISK
Ode To Quetzalcoatal [Now in Spanish and English]
A Happiness Poem
Commuting Hell!
Ocean Heal Me
Two Poems, with Figurative Language
Poetry ?Reborn? Emerges In Thriller Mystery Novel
House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three/with notes]
Poetry and Popular Culture
Four Poems: Grendels Nature...the Racetrack...Counting days...[Now in English and Spanish]
Rules for Writing Poetry
Birthday Messages
For My Mother
Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta
Five Poems from Home [And a view on the planet vs. the poet]
The Valley Of Pain
Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]
Two Poems: San Jeronimo Brook & [in English and Spanish]
A Ship to Remember
Infected Ideologies [a Poetic Portrait]
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol' poet- To... Read More
To many non-specialists of literature, poetry is deeply unsatisfying. There... Read More
So Many Einstein'sThe morning mist, insists there is a God.... Read More
I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS... Read More
In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot... Read More
Grandpa's House [The ole Real House]The house needed painting Sun-blistered... Read More
Lord Byron's opening couplet to "She Walks In Beauty" is... Read More
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was... Read More
Wars, air of AmbiguityDedicated to 1st. Lt. Laura Walker (From... Read More
In this modern age of technology, busy lifestyles, and obsession... Read More
What do you do when you want to write poetry?... Read More
You make me smile like I've seldom done before You... Read More
Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no... Read More
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [Summer of 2005]Daybreak by Lake Superior... Read More
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what... Read More
Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to review his poetry... Read More
All Hail.Is your hospital full of aliens, despite new cleaning... Read More
Advance: in Mr. Siluk's poetry one finds symbolist values, sensuous... Read More
Real Power.One Tsunami, and all our armies, Seem belittled by... Read More
Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to... Read More
Key Largo:The fans turn lazily in front of the doorThey... Read More
The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw... Read More
"I heard what you said, Red. Yet, I have to... Read More
There I sat, ninety-five degree weatherOutside; the bookstore caf, was... Read More
"To My Dear and Loving Husband" was written by America's... Read More
Poetry |