The Ghoulish Containers

Is this a nightmare? Patterns fold, with the windGates lie still: hide around cornersAnd bad creatures, scent, dead, they lay unseen.Here, looks of doom--fill nameless rooms,Where mystical manuscripts--:Dare, to tell the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, odd things I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black publications, rocks, legends and frowns.Along side its course, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: never to be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way down....Haunted by gigantic nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, peaceful, I say permanently, screaming!...Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk published a recently, or this past year or therefore, called 'The Macabre Poems,' it had been his 27th book [now he has 31, which his new book developing, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in composition. And his greatest book in this type. Matter-of-fact, he followed the trail of such poets--in producing this book--such poets as: Clark A. Smith, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his chosen, George Sterling; in doing so he centered on the more greater variety of adjectives for information, as he calls it; and made a record on the book, and in public areas when the book arrived, saying: 'If you want to know who you are dealing with, you surely got to take a muster-seed of religion with you to-the sets of hell; playing it safe will not get you home safe repairs Bristol.' Poetry, as Dennis says: can be many things to many people, and questioning the unseen world isn't the way to truth and truth. Hence, this can be a poetry that never managed to get into his book.