Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary] article by Dennis Siluk

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    Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary] article by Dennis Siluk

Why Mr. Dennis Siluk calls these two poems Exalted, and none others, that he has published on this site is beyond me, but I think it has to do with the devil a little bit, and God Himself. Anyhow, it is most interesting and, and a little chilled, at least "Bells for Belphegor," is, the other one, I feel a little more homey with, safe if you will, "A Reason for Existance"; I am learning, poets do have their ways though. Rosa Penaloza

Bells for Belphegor!...

Where immortal veils never meet Belphegor, Arch devil speaks: In vagaries form, With signs and signatures not yet born—; The Tagaririm, order of the demon: They come to meet, the King Of Hell, and Demons, They come from different worlds— With scrolls, spells, untold powers To hell, to hell to meet—Belphegor..

…and ring the bells, the bells… To ring the bells for Belphegor!...

#735 6/2005

A Reason for Existence

The reason for existence was just to exist and enjoy the miracle—the answer always in His palm; if you seek you will find; so I read one time. My mother knew it. Me, I was always disheveled with its conspiracies and secrets…how foolish.

#734 6/22/2005

Commentary: here are two different poems with different jolts, “Bells for Belphegor!...” and “A Reason for Existence”; one macabre in nature (where I walk under the blackened moon and paling sun); the other I call select, of a sacred nature; one of a devil (where necromantic arts are reborn); one of God, where existence rests. Sometimes in poetry (for me anyways) we must go behind the devils shadow; where subtle shades and nuance of meanings linger; but always seek the palm of God; and with a muster-seed of faith, one will be able to unlock the gate to the pit on the way out.

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


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