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

Loves' December
[or: December's Sonnet]

Love died here

Songs ago;
O'er her breasts,

Two-faced soul,
Roses throw;

No more tears;

By and by,
Poppies near!

By and by,
De'cber -tears

To Death's King-

Does not die!
Wakes when white

December's high!

#731/ 6/12/05

Death's Sonnet

Day has flown!

Dim with gray
The winds sway

The Hell's moan
Stand alone!

For this day

Is your repay
And atone!

Rare I know,
Life was so

Through the halls

Of the Hell,
Echoes dreams

Of Heaven!

#732 6/12/05

Lovers' Curse

Lovers' are
Slipper than ice-
This I know to be true

They pretend to be nice,
As you like,
And rip your heart
In two?!

If it were not so
They'd let you go
And let you know
That you're
Neither last, nor first?

But they don't
And won't:

This is the lovers' curse.

#730/6/10/2005

Author/Poet: Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk.tripod.com