Three November Poems
Show-shine Boy
I’m warm
Safe
Surrounded by books
Under my heart beat
Resides a phantom
an old drunk
On the long walk
From 12 to 58
I never forgot
The Shoe-shine Boy
In me!!
I never ran out of polish;
When I looked into my shine,
As now, I do, into my poems
Saying: “What’s next?”
Unhurried, unfurled
I ended up here
Here, writing this poem
It cleverly fits
Into my life, so nice
I drink my latte
Here at the B.N., Café
(a stir-stick, in hand)
Somehow I feel, really feel:
This is just the beginning
#934 11-22-05
Fear’s Intentions
Fear, O fear, go to sleep
Undiscoveredso you creep
Repulsive, at its very least!
You shall not mould me in my
Sleep!…
And when he has gone, far away
Awkward things, seem to stay
Like plastic clay, I seem to be
Waiting for fear, to return to
Me!…
#932 11-22-05
The Balconies of Lima, Peru
how swift: I step from one to one!
A moment out of the day
The winds upon my brow
A breath taken away; away by
The balconies of Lima, Peru
(Most beautiful in the world!)
Here is where, within the shadows
Of the Plaza de Arms
Is where kings and conquerors
Once ruled…
here! …here the air is still,
Warm as the orchards in spring
Warm as the Sacred Valley’s afternoon.
Here is where the balconies sing…!
With a ghostly fragrance in the air,
Here along the streets of Lima, Peru
Here, here is where they sing, sing
Of the long lost folklores,
Of long ago…
Note: I have traveled the world over, in Spain, Lisbon, New Orleans, etc., and I’ve yet to find any balconies equal to Lima’s; even in Italy, and 59-other countries. #929 11-19-2005
See Dennis’ web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com