Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Little Bird Voices

Little Bird Voices

The little voices of little birds,
that pass the day away
With light steps within my garden,
From branch to branch they leap and sway,
Appear to be cheerful, happy and unraveled
(most of the time) filled with spunk,
And with living life, to its fullest;
I hear them in the light warm sun
(laying about as if on vacation)
Murmuring, chips, and chirps, and buzzes
Croaking’s and songs
I think they’re talking, singing
Begging and a little frightful now and then
as each day goes on—
(kind of like: children)…

A new sparrow, with no back wing
was frozen in fear between
The steps and the
Garden, today; when I was tending
to it, and I just kind of drifted away—
From here to there, allowing it time
To think and escape to a branch near
The nearby Peach Tree! And quick it did.

As the other birds gave peeps, and Israel
The dove, bill snaps, and his mother
And father, bird mating and naps, as
Others did some drumming with their wings
I call it, wing beating, or clapping…

Birds are busy and messy, little creatures
all day long
And they like everything clean,
As I work, and they sing their songs.
But I love to hear their rustles in
the leaves,
Their chips, and chirpings,
and that deep croaking sound,
all those beautiful little bird
Voices, all day long…

No: 2796 (1-19-2010

Ye Little Birds

Ye, Little Birds
[Back from War]

Here, then, I came back home from War
Back to Minnesota (in ’71),
And the birds appeared before me,
Seemed to know me!
But I was no child anymore
‘Oh, but I was happy to see the birds fly
Perched on trees so high—
As if they knew God, Himself—
Thank you for the blessings…
Ye Little Birds, for your songs:
I wonder if they know,
They hide in Vietnam!

Here, then, I came back, [Ye little birds]
To watch you, in your trees, blue skies
Fly so free and high…
I find myself somehow
Entwined with thy
With sounds of wings fading
And sounds of song:


“He is home,” they cry.

Tossed images inside my soul,
Floating, floating, now to leave the war behind:
For the birds do not like wars
(They have told me so, in Vietnam
“Do not depart,” they said
Just a short while ago…
But yet, I knew I’d have to go
Time, and time again…
The birds know.)

Here, then, I came back to you
Who have never left my mind?
Ye little birds—of Minnesota
I wonder if they know
In Vietnam, they don’t sing

Note: The Author is a decorated Vietnam Veteran (1971); this poem was originally written
And published in 2001, in the book “Where the Birds Don’t Sing” 176 (reedited/revised: 9-2010)

The Birds of the Garden (special note):

Special Note: For those interested, concerning the names of the birds in our garden, they are as follows: Croaking ground dove (also known as the Peruvian Turtledove) Saffron-crested Tyrant-Manakin, Plumbeous Pigeon, House Wren, The Ash-breasted Sierra-Finch, Hummingbird, Morning Sierra-Finch, Rufous-collared Sparrow (the Mohawk), and the White-throated Sierra Finch.

The Bird Poems and this book dedicated to my wife Rosa Peñaloza de Siluk

Saturday, August 21, 2010

The Bulls of Bashan ((a prophetic Poem)(by: Dlsiluk))

The Bulls of Bashan

((A prophetic Poem) (Poetic Prose; Revised))

“I am the punishment God has sent you for having committed such great sins!”

The Bulls of Bashan

Part One

Tartarus, home to the Angelic Renegades, the dark abode of torment, torture and agony: given to those who left their first abode, who shed their house from heaven—that heaven gave, for flesh and skin, to cohabitate with earthly women, who gave birth to those Giants of Old, called the Nephilm and Rephaim—in those far-off days, in the time of Noah, whose sons worshiped at the Circle of Rephaim: Stone Heap of the Wildcat! The very ones to be released from Tartarus cast into the end-days ((that everlasting place of woe and darkness; now restraint in chains only to return to get revenge—the angelic renegades) (here they wait, in that pit of darkness with their sons of old—the Bulls of Bashan, and the demonic foe))

Part Two

These giants of old were bold, Greek Titans, partly celestial, partly terrestrial, these were the Nephilim, the Star People—the ghosts, the spirits, the dead ones, the Bulls of Bashan…and the Lord cried: “The Bulls of Bashan…have weighed down my earth…” (says He who speaks in Psalms)

Part Three

“And then I saw the Legs of mud” said Daniel and they were of miry clay—made of dust, and there the world was, without boundaries (Global terrorism)—and I saw also: nuclear proliferation, a cosmic threat, a new world order on the horizon: don’t be surprised, the Nephilim are alive. They, the men of miry clay (the dead that once were of heaven’s abode, the cold ones, are about to return and mix with iron…to no resolve).

Part Four

Like in the days of Noah! (From the roots of Gaza, and those at the Golan Heights: the Nephilim were left to fight…) and now comes again, this beast! And the Trinity cries in Psalms, “The kings of the earth are against us… how silly can they be!” Somehow they aim to throw off the shackles of God—an unpalatable disappointment—

“It is because the Rephaim will not be resurrected,” says Isaiah in those far-off days— “…and so it shall be in those days, as it was in the days of Noah!” (From the roots of Gaza, and those at the Golan Heights: the Nephilim will come to fight.)

“So shall the end-days be…” reiterates Jesus. What on earth did He mean? The return of the Angelic Renegades: look into the window of illumination, the window of life, the hologram: that was, and will be, the three dimensional map for us earthly beings, the “B’nai Elohim’ this hard cold bred of angelic beings, the Nephilim—are on the rim of the earth ready to integrate—the world at large.

And the Lord cries out in the illumination: “Man appointed mortal sorrow; but the blessed God shall come down, teaching and shall the despair rest and be comforted.” So do not fear, but pray, and pray hard.

Part Five

And there shall be no order out of chaos. And God does not need America to protect Israel, and the New World Order becomes restless, and that means no more Jesus, and that means, Obama, and Moscow, and Iran, and Jerusalem, and the yoke of the White House becomes thin: do not be angry with Obama, an instrument of God— to initiate his plight. Says Nostradamus: Obama “he is in prophecy—you see, the Last King of the South to be: the Great Power, who came from the dark side of slavery.” As people were drawn to Hitler, so they will be drawn to Him, “…but be aware of the power given the Dark One:” says Nostradamus—the Antichrist is near…!

He is possessed by those hierarchical spirits which can descend into any ordinary mortal—a common fleshy unsanctified man. Says Timothy: “In the last days there will be very different times for people will love only themselves…money. They will be boastful and proud, and scoffing at God…ungrateful. They will consider nothing sacred…unloving and unforgiving…they will betray their own friends…are puffed with pride…stay away from people like that! They are the kind…they have depraved minds and a counterfeit faith…”

Thus, the leopard comes up out of the sea ((Obama) (USA)) last king of the south. He will provoke Russia, WWIII; look in the Book of Revelation, Chapter Thirteen.

“And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and I saw a beast rise up out of the sea…the name was blasphemy” (the rise of the Antichrist) and all I could remember, and I smiled remembering “Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.”

Notes: references: Jude 6; 2 Cor. 5:2; Josephus Flavius; 2 Peter 2. 4, 5, Testaments of the 12 Patriarchs; Traditional Rabbinical Literature; Psalms 22; Revelation 11; Psalms 2:1-3 (The Trinity); Reference to angelic beings “B’nai Elohim”; the Septuagint (written by 70-scholers, in Alexander, Egypt, 15-years to write, Old Testament into Greek Language (see: Genesis 6:1-2 Bene HaElohim “Sons of God” referring to angels, the fallen ones the Nephilim, born of the earth, and the hybrids, their offspring); 1 John 11 and 12; Job 1:6; Luke 20; Obama reference to Revelation 12:1; Tartarus, in Greek means hell, a dark abode of woe. Poem No: 2772 (Written 8-8-2010)

The Man with the Cross (poem)

The Man with the Cross
((By Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D; Poet Laureate) (Written after returning from Jerusalem))

The Author carrying the Cross in Jerusalem

Bowed by the weight of a wooden cross he leans:
Upon man’s sins, he raises, gazes to the heavens,
The fullness of the ages upon his shape,
And on his shoulders, the load of the world
They gave him dejection, despair and gloom
He gave them new hope, rapture and life.
The God incarnate, that grieved and always hoped,
There he hung, stunned the world, savoir to all!
Who undone and pulled down the old brutal law!
Whose hand that was that slanted back man’s brow!
Now, His breath blew out the old candle His Adversary had lit.

Is this the Man-God, Lord Saviour, who made and gave?
Who has dominion over land and sea (the whole world?)
Who was and is, and always will be, the Eternal Deity!
Who made the stars, and searches the heavens,
And holds all life within his palms?
Are we the creatures he dreamed, to shape his universe?
The ones who marched forward, in ancient days?
Who have dug so deep to reach the roots of Hell, and its gulf?
There is no time, more terrible than this: the same
As in the days of Noah! So I believe—
More tainted with disasters, lust and diseases,
Yet still filled with cries contaminated eyes of greed
More tarnished decaying souls—
Like those in the days of Sodom and Gomorra
More packed with fear and danger, hearts dry and cold.

What resides between Man and the living God?
Lord and Savoir of the world, what is he to Him?
And Darwin, Satan’s wheel to swing man’s mind
Such long reaches, peaks near heaven,
The curse of man, the wilting of the rose!
And so the dying shape of the world looks on;
Man’s tragedy is in that bowed stoop:
Yet humanity dreadfully still betrays,
Plunders, and desecrates, and disinherits himself
Protests to the God that made him and the world,
A dispute that lingers in divination…

Oh peoples, politicians, presidents in all domains,
Is this all you have to offer God?
This earth you’ve distorted, hearts deadened!
How will you ever stand before him?
Look into his immortality, at his divinity;
How can he look upon you with light?
Rebuild in you the composition and his dream?
Make right your blasphemous, and infamies,
Disloyal anguish, your unresponsiveness?

Aye, peoples, and rules of the world,
How do you deem your future with this Lord of Lord?
How will you answer his questions in that hour?
When you will have no recourse, to turn about
No longer time to rebel and shake the earth!
How will it be with all those watching you
With those who cast you, to whom you are—
With this silly resistance, before Judge and King;
And then, then comes the silence of the eternities?

No: 2779 (8-21-2010)
Dedicated to Man, and God (or Lord)

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

The Lost Millennium (a short epic poem)

The Lost Millennium
[A short epic poem]

In a corner of the world
There was a land called Sumer
Whose waters once reached...
The Euphrates valley and the
Syrian Desert, its high plateau,
As a result, the mud of two northern streams
Created a delta, with a pitiless sun
But rich was the soil, as anywhere
On earth...and God created man
And man here made his home:
This was the beginning, diversified
By marshes and reed-beds,
Rivers flush with their banks...
After the Great Flood, retreating
Waters and cultivating took place.
Hence, into Sumer the giants of old
Went, degreed a civilization, among
The dark-haired people...sporadically
Circumstances would promote social unity.
And there was Susa, Musyan, Elam
And the Persian Gulf--Mesopotamia;
And Queen shub-ad created style, and
Pottery formed, and temples were born.
And kings came and left, like King
Gilgamesh; and thus came, gold vases,
And royal graves at UR, and the
Sumerian hymn and they hummed
To the gods; and the villagers wore
Garments of sheepskins, and molded
Clay figurines, roughly chipped
From crystal, they wore necklaces
Of this kind, and beads;
This was the lost millennium.
They thought somehow or another,
Virtue was a necessity for the gods, thus
Came sacrifices and the daily ritual,
And spells that bind, hoping to remain engaged
To keep their favor, feast-days came and went,
Animals killed like flies, barbarism, yet
It drew the gods, and mans moral judgment.
Prompt, the gods exercised their power,
And man then started to build statues
To their likeness,
And now human sacrifice found its way,
With magic from the dismembered angelic beings,
Those who gave birth to giant children, and
So it was, an unusual phenomenon came.
Astrology was born, Sumerians now ruled
The skies; astronomical knowledge came
From the gods, and the gods (angelic beings)
Came from the sky: ecclesiastical beings.
Mesopotamia came under Sumerian rule,
And Ur, Lagash and Nippur honored the
Moon-god, and then came more public works.
And it became the Sacred Way,
And the walls of the Ziggurat [Temples]
Were built, sanctuaries, with an inner court,
And doors decorated, narrow chambers,
The holy of holies, shrines, sacred vessels;
It was an unusual phenomenon...
This day and age...platforms, brickwork, statues
Gods and goddesses, oil-jars; a lost dynasty.

#1522 10/19/2006

Read Dennis Siluk’s poem “The Lost Millennium” featured in the magazine “Al Mashriq” a quarterly journal of the Middle East Studies, Volume 7, and Number 27 December 2008issue. ((Syria-Wide) (Centre for Research and Development))

The Works: Reviews, Acknowledgements and Biography of the Author

The Works:
Reviews, Acknowledgements and Biography of the Author
Dr. Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.

See the Spanish Version at end of English Version

Current Acknowledgements
Given to the author: Dennis L. Siluk:

“…you have been designated Godfather of… the National Newspaper of Peru (“The Voice of the People… is the Voice of God”)… in merit to your fine virtues and profession of service that you have shown throughout your exemplary life that everybody appreciates, admires, and exalts.” Director, Apolinario Mayta Inga & Manager Rivera Flores, October 7, 2009

“I received your book “Last Autumn and Winter”…. It's beautiful you have really captured Minnesota. And I love that it is in Spanish and English. … Thanks so much for sending this treasure to me Dennis.”

Gail Weber, Editor and Owner of “Exploring Tosca”
A Minnesota cultural magazine (5-25-2010)

“…you have been designated Godfather of… the National Newspaper of Peru (“The Voice of the People… is the Voice of God”)… in merit to your fine virtues and profession of service that you have shown throughout your exemplary life that everybody appreciates, admires, and exalts.”

Director, Apolinario Mayta Inga & Manager Rivera Flores, October 7, 2009

One of Dennis’ books have been added to the World of Literature and Culture in Peru “Peruvian Poems (and other Poems)” in English and Spanish. 2009-2010

The Synergy Group Recommended Reading (April, 2010) pertaining to topics on Behavioral and Emotional Health, the book: “The Path to Sobriety…” by Dr. Dennis L. Siluk

Editor’s Picks: ‘exploring Tosca,’ a Minnesota, Cultural Magazine, winter 2010 Issue: Short Stories for Men and Women: “A Leaf and a Rose…” (and other stories) by award winning author Dennis Siluk is a perfect gift for scholar or non scholar—and especially for the world traveler.”

“Seems you can write your books faster than I can read them. I don't know how you do it. A poet, an artist and a writer - and much more I'm sure. I may have to have a wall in my office just dedicated to the genius of Dennis Siluk.” 2-18-2010 —Gail Weber, Editor, “Exploring Tosca”

Musical Work by Dennis L. Siluk, 1947: “The Journey Never Ends” (sound cassette): Registration Number/date: TXu000840061/1998-4-20. Edition: Rev. & add ed. 18-songs

Awarded the Prize Excellence: The Poet & Writer of 2006 by Corporacion de Prensa Autonoma (of the Mantaro Valley of Peru)

Awarded the National Prize of Peru by Antena Regional: The best of 2006 for promoting culture.

Poet Laureate of San Jeronimo de Tunan, Peru (2005); and the Mantaro Valley (8-2007) (Awarded the (Gold) Grand Cross of the City (2006))

Lic. Dennis L. Siluk, awarded a medal of merit, and diploma from the Journalists Professional Association of Peru, in August of 2007, for his international attainment.

On November 26, 2007, Lic. Dennis L. Siluk was nominated, Poet Laureate of Cerro de Pasco and received recognition as an Illustrious Visitor of the Cities of Cerro de Pasco, and Huayllay, Peru.

“Union Mathematic School” (Huancayo, Peru), Honor to the Merit to: Lic. Dennis Lee Siluk Ed.D. (Awarded) Poet and Writer Excellence of 2007, for contributing to the culture and regional identity, Huancayo. December 1, 2007, Signed: Pedro Guillen, Director.

The Sociologists Professional Association of Peru, Central Region, granted to Dr. Dennis Lee Siluk, Writer Laureate for his professional contribution in the social interaction of the towns and rescue of their identity. Huancayo December 6, 2007 —Lic. Juan Condori –Senior Member of the Sociologists Professional Association.

The Association of Broadcasters of the Central Region of Peru, nominated Dr. Dennis Lee Siluk Honorary Member for his works done on the Central Region of Peru; in addition, the Mayor of Huancayo, Freddy Arana Velarde, gave Dr. Siluk, ‘Reconocimiento de Honor,’ and ‘Illustrious Personage…’ status (December, 2007).

The Peruvian North American Cultural Institute granted to Dr. Siluk a “Diploma of Honor” for his important contribution to the propagation of the cultural Andean values. Huancayo – Perú, December 28, 2007. Signed: Director of Culture: Diana V. Casas R. and President of the Directive Board: Alfonso Velit Nunez.

Diploma of Recognition, awarded to Dennis Siluk, Poet Laureate, by the Editor Jose Arrieta, of the magazine, “Destacados,” Sept, 2008, for “Heroic Enterprising and contribution in development of the economic, social educational and cultural Region of Junin, Peru (in, 2007)”.

Awarded “Honorary Member” of the Journalists Professional Association of Peru (The Journalists Professional Association of Peru granted Dr. Dennis Lee Siluk Honorary Membership and authorizes him to practice the profession in the Peruvian territory. Lima, October 1st, 2008)

Radio Acknowledgement: many of these poems were read on live radio from, Mr. Dennis Siluk’s Radio Program in Huancayo, “Poetry Moment,” on FM 89.5, University Radio, on Tuesdays and Thursdays (12:20 PM), in the months of October and November 2007, in Huancayo, Peru. Hosted by Eduardo Cardenas, and read in Spanish by Rosa Peñaloza de Siluk, and in English by Dennis L. Siluk.

The Council (ruling body) of the Continental University, of Huancayo, Peru, congratulates and recognizes Dr. Dennis Lee Siluk for his abundant intellectual contribution (with his writings), permitting the Mantaro Valley’s attributes to be known worldwide. November, 27, 2008 (Resolution No. 309-2008 CU/UCCI-2008, signed by the president, Director and Assessor.

Acknowledgment from the National Institute of Culture of District of Villa Rica, Oxapampa, Pasco, Peru, given to Dennis Lee Siluk, for his participation in the Literature “Nuestras Voces,” in conjunction with the 64th Anniversary of the District, 29 November of 2008.

Diploma given to Dr. Dennis Lee Siluk, as Writer and Talent of the Poetry of the year 2007, by Antena Regional (Edición de Premiación Anual de Costa, Sierra y Selva).

(Special Karate Notes): Dr. Dennis L. Siluk studied Karate under three renowned karate masters during the 1960s, between 1967 and ‘68, under Charles Iverson (of Minnesota), who was considered one of the two main Black Belt Masters, in 1960, to bring forth the new American karate style called: “Shorei-Ryu (in part, taken out of the older Japanese style, Goju Ryu, as indicated in the Black Belt Magazine, page 54, June, 1977 issue). Then in 1968, and ’69, moving to San Francisco for a year, Siluk studied under the great master, Gosei Yamaguchi, of Goju-Kai Karate (whom Bruce Lee, had met, and considered more than his equal), at which time Siluk demonstrated his skills to the legendary karate master “The Cat” Gogen Yamauchi, and became moderate friends with Gogen, touring San Francisco with him. Thereafter, in 2002, he wrote the book “Romancing San Francisco,” describing his times in San Francisco, and at the Goju-Kai Karate-Do (and its 1968, All International Championship, where he was the appointed and main photographer).

Older Reviews and Acknowledgments

“…I liked your poem [‘The Bear-men of Qolqepunku’] very much. It is a very poignant piece.”

Aalia Wayfare
Researcher on the Practices
Of the Ukukus


“I just received your book ‘Spell of the Andes,’ and I like it a lot.’

—Luis Guillermo Guedes, Director
Of the Ricardo Palma Museum-House
In Lima, Peru [July, 2005]


“The Original title of the book Dennis L. Siluk presents is ‘Spell of the Andes’ which poems and stories were inspired by various places of our region and can be read in English and Spanish. The book divided in two parts presents the poems that evoked the Mantaro Valley, La Laguna de Paca…Miraflores, among other places. The book is dedicated to ‘the beautiful city of Huancayo’…”

By: Marissa Cardenas, Correo Newspaper,
Huancayo, Peru [7/9/05]
Translated into English by Rosa Peñaloza.


Mr. Siluk’s writings, in particular the book: ‘Islam, in Search of Satan’s Rib,’ induced a letter from Arial Sharon, Prime Minister of Israel, along with a signed picture. [2004]


“You’re a Master of the written world.” [Reference to the book: ‘Death on Demand’]

—Benjamin Szumskyj,
Editor of SSWFT-magazine out of Australia [2005]


A poetic Children’s tale “The Tale of Willy, the Humpback Whale” 1982 Pulitzer Prize entry, with favorable comments sent back by the committee.


“Dennis is a prolific and passionate writer.”

—Matt James,
Editor of ‘useless.knowledge,’ Magazine [2005]


“The Other Door,”…by Dennis L. Siluk…This is a collection of some 45 poems written…over a 20-year period in many parts of the world. Siluk has traveled widely in this country and Europe and some of the poems reflect his impressions of places he has visited. All of them have a philosophical turn. Scattered through the poems—some long, some only three lines—are lyrical lines and interesting descriptions. Siluk illustrated the book with his own pen and ink drawings.” —St. Paul Pioneer Press [1981)


“Your stories are wonderful little vignettes of immigrant life….”

“… (The Little Russian Twins) it is affecting….”

—Sibyl-Child (a women’s art and culture journal) by Nancy Protun, Hyattsville, Md.; published by the Little Peoples’ Press, 1983


“The Other Door, by Dennis L. Siluk-62pp. $5….both stirring and mystical….”

—C.S.P. World News [1983]


“For those who enjoy poetry…The Other Door, offers an illustrated collection…Reflecting upon memories of his youth, Siluk depicts his old neighborhood of the 1960’s…Siluk…reflects upon his travels in poems like: ‘Bavaria’s Harvest’ (Augsburg, Germany and ‘Venice in April.’’’

—Evergreen Press
St. Paul, Minnesota [1982]


“Siluk publishes book; Siluk…formerly lived in North Dakota…”

—The Sunday Forum
Fargo-Moorhead, North Dakota [1982]

“Dennis Siluk, a St. Paul native…is the author of a recently released book of poetry called The Other Door….The 34-year old outspoken poet was born and reared in St. Paul. The Other Door has received positive reaction from the public and various publications. One of the poems included in his book, ‘Donkeyland-(A side Street Saga)’, is a reflection of Siluk’s memories…in what was once one of the highest crime areas in St. Paul.” [1983]

St. Paul, Minnesota


“This entertaining and heart-warming story …teaches a lesson, has all the necessary ingredients needed to make a warm, charming, refreshing children’s animated television movie or special.” [1983]

—Form: Producers
Report by Creative
Entertainment Systems;
West Hollywood, CA
Evaluation Editor


Review by:

Benjamin Szumskyj
Editor of SSWFT Magazine

“In the Pits of Hell, a Seed of Faith Grows”

"The Macabre Poems: and other selected Poems,"
"Siluk´s Atlantean poems are also well crafted, from the surreal...to the majestic...and convivial..." and the reviewer adds: "All up, Siluk, Siluk is a fine poet...His choice of topic and theme are compelling and he does not hold back in injecting his own personal thoughts and feelings directly into his prose, lyrics, odes and verse..."
To see the whole review, see:
Download #1... 1.1: September 2005

From the book, “Death on Demand,” by Mr. Siluk, says author:

E.J. Soltermann
Author of Healing from Terrorism, Fear and Global War:

"The DeadVault: A gripping tale that sucks you deep through human emotions and spits you out at the end as something better." (Feb. 2004)"


Note: The book: ‘The Last Trumpet and the Woodbridge Demon,’ writes Pastor Naason Mulâtre, from the Church of Christ, Haiti, WI; “…I received…four books [The Last Trumpet and the Woodbridge Demon…]. My friend it’s wonderful, we are pleased of them. We are planning to do a study of them twice a month. With them we can have the capacity to learn about the Antichrist. I have read all the chapters. I have…new knowledge about how to resist and fight against this enemy. I understand how [the] devil is universal in his work against [the] church of Jesus-Christ. Thanks a lot for your effort to write a so good book or Christians around the world.” [2002]


Notes: Mr. Siluk was the winner of the magazine competition by “The Eldritch Dark”; for most favored writer [contributor] for 2004 [with readership of some 2.2-million].

And received a letter of gratitude from President Bush for his many articles he published in the internet Magazine, “Useless-knowledge.com,” during his campaign for President, 2004 [1.2-million readership].

Still some of his work can be seen in the Internet Ezine Magazine, with a readership of some three-million. [2005, some 350 articles, poems and short stories]

Siluk’s poetic stories and poetry in general have been recently published by the Huancayo, Peru newspaper, Correo; and “Leaves,” an international literary magazine out of India. With favorable responses by the Editor.

Mr. Siluk has been to all the locations [or thereabouts] within his stories and poetry he writes; some 683,000-miles throughout the world.

His most recent book is, “The Spell of the Andes,” to be presented at the Ricardo Palma Museum-House in October, 2005, and recently reviewed in Peru and the United States.

English Version

(By Rosa Penaloza)

Dennis Lee Siluk, born on October 7, 1947, in Saint Paul, Minnesota, United States of America. His father was of Irish origins and his mother of Russian and Polish stock. Dennis grew up under the protection of his mother ((Elsie T. Siluk)(1920-2003)) and his grandfather ((Anton Siluk)(1891-1974)), of Russian birth that came to America in 1916, participated in the First World War (1918), in which he had to return to Europe for a year, then married Ella of Polish stock and settled in St. Paul. Dennis has one brother, Mike Siluk (October 8, 1945…).Since Dennis was a child he enjoyed poetry, and at the age of twelve wrote his first poem ‘Who,’ thereafter, a number of his poetry was published in his high school newspaper, while in journalism class, at Washington High School, in St. Paul, Minnesota (‘Beyond Time,’ and ‘Typing,’). Some of these early poems can be found in his first book, “The Other Door” (1981, now a classic and much sought after book). In 1965, at the age of 16-years old, he had won second place in the city of St. Paul, art competition (sponsored by the: Jaycees), at Washington High School. During this period between the ages of twelve and fourteen years old, he worked as a shoeshine boy, until he got his first real job at the World Theater, as an usher, and candy counter distributor.
At the age of twenty Dennis had already become a somewhat, seasoned traveler; he had traveled with an assortment of friends across the country, staying in Omaha, Nebraska, working across the river. Also he had traveled to Seattle Washington, living there in the Ballard District, working for a window frame company. Things did not work out for him, with his friends so he returned after a short visit, perhaps a month or so.
Dennis’ next trip was his first long trip in that he’d stay for a year; in 1968 he went to San Francisco where he learned Karate (Go Jo Rue) from the renowned Gosei Yamaguchi who became his protector also, during his stay in San Francisco and during this year he met on a personal level, Gogan, Gosei’s father known as, “The Cat,” here he studied and taught children the art of Karate, and was in one tournament.
At the age of twenty-two Dennis enter into the United States Army (participating in the Vietnam War in 1971, and receiving three medals of Accommodation, for his outstanding service, during these years, he became a Staff Sergeant (eight plus, years Active, and three years Inactive Reserve). During his tours of duty, his permanence in the Army assisted him in the financial burden for paying his college education, he attended the University of Maryland (1974-76) receiving his first degree in Behavioral Science; during this time he also attended Central Texas College (where he took only two courses). Thereafter, in Alabama, he continued his education at Troy State University, receiving his second degree, in Psychology and Literature. Thereafter, he attended the University of Minnesota (for Psychology, and Counseling), and Liberty University (doing studies in Theology), mostly graduate and post graduate work. Thereafter, Dennis received his License, in the State of Minnesota in counseling area, his expertise being in developmental psychology, and dual disorders, coupled with drugs and alcohol.
During the 1990s, for the most part (1988 to 2001) Dennis worked for private institutions, clinics, and likewise with the Bureau of Prison, while still writing. His first book, was published in 1981, his second in 1982 (during this time his poetry was being published by a Minneapolis Newspaper, along with some of his short stories in selected books by independent publishers. Thus, he stopped his professional career in June of 2001 because of an impending illness, and did just writing as he could, taking up much of his old unfinished manuscripts trying to smooth them out, along with his poetry.
During the 1990s Dennis became an ordained minister by the International Church of Jesus Christ, allowing him to evangelize to whoever asked at the same time he was doing his work as a Counselor.
In February 2000 he married a Peruvian lady, Rosa Peñaloza.
Dennis L. Siluk has traveled twenty-six times around the world. He has been to over sixty countries, and to forty-six states out of fifty of the United States. His most recent trips were in 2007, where he went to Iguaçu Falls on both sides, in Argentina, and Brazil (and would return there in March of 2010); he went to Cajamarca in Peru, and in 2006, and to the Panama Canal.
While he was doing all these activities, he continued writing articles on psychology, for a counseling magazine, along with his poems and short stories for such magazines as “Swiftt” a magazine out of Australia, and “Leaves” a magazine out of India, and “Caminos” in Peru. He has 41-websites, and has over 160,000-readers a month. His poems, articles, tales, etc., can be read on over 4000-websites, worldwide. He has recently edited and translated with his wife, Rosa, the poetry of Juan Parra del Riego, the most skilled poet Peru has ever produced in the past, the first time to be put into English, and now in the book “The Windmills.” His writings have been translated into five languages (Spanish, German, Japanese, Korean, Serbian, and of course in English).
Up to date, Dennis L. Siluk has written Forty-four books. A number of his books have been about the cultures, traditions and the ways of life in Peru, in English and Spanish. Because of that he had received acknowledgments and awards for his work done in Peru. He has produced 2600-poems, 625-short stories and tales, 1300-articles in addition to his books, and 18-chapbooks (several of these poetic children’s chapbooks were written in the 1980s between 1982 and 1984 and are rarely seen, if not almost extinct (and sold as classics on eBay). Some only one hundred copies were made.)
In 2005 Mr. Siluk was nominated The Poet Laureate of San Jeronimo de Tunan, Huancayo, Peru, and he has received diplomas of acknowledgment for his works on the Mantaro Valley of Peru by the University Los Andes. In 2006 he received the Grand Cross of the City of San Jeronimo de Tunan, also he had receive a diploma as the Best Writer of 2006 for promoting culture, given by Antena Regional; likewise he has receive a diploma of Excellence as the Poet and Writer of 2006, given by Corporation of Autonomous Press (in 2007); in a like manner he had received acknowledgment for his works on the Mantaro Valley of Peru by the National University of the Center of Peru, and by the Journalist School of Junin-Huancavelica of Peru. He also received two Columnist awards, 2004 and 2005, and one of his stories was elected story of the month for October, 2006, by ‘The English Magazine’.
In 2007, Mr. Siluk was nominated Poet Laureate of Cerro de Pasco, Perú; and Poet Laureate of the Mantaro Valley, Peru; he was also awarded Honorary Journalist by the Professional association of Journalists of Peru. He also got his Doctor degree in Arts and Education from Belford University of Texas, USA, due to his studies, experience, writings and published works.

His most recent work to be published sometime in 2010, is “The Cotton Belt,” Mr. Siluk had lived in the Cotton Belt of the United States in the 1960s and ‘70s. The other recent writings are those under the heading “Natural Writings,” which can be seen within the category of works by the author and poet.

Spanish Version

Biografía de Dennis Lee Siluk Ed.D.
(by Rosa Penaloza)

Dennis nació en 7 de Octubre de 1947 en San Pablo, Minnesota, Estados Unidos. Su padre fue Irlandés y su madre de origen Ruso y Polaco.

Desde niño a Dennis le gusta la poesía, a la edad de doce años escribió su primer poema “Quién”. Más tarde sus poesías serían publicadas en el periódico de su colegio, Washington High School, en San Pablo, Minnesota, Estados Unidos.

En 1965, a la edad de 16 años, Dennis ganó el segundo lugar en una competencia de Arte (Jaycees) en su colegio Washington High School en la ciudad de San Pablo, Minnesota.

A los veinte años, Dennis ya se había vuelto un tanto viajero, él había viajado con muchos amigos a través del país de Estados Unidos, yendo a Omaha-Nebraska, Seatle-Washington donde estuvo trabajando en una compañía que fabricaba marcos para ventanas.

En 1968 Dennis fue a San Francisco donde aprendió Karate (Go Jo Rue) con el famoso Gosei Yamaguchi quien fue su protector durante su estadía en esa ciudad. Durante ese año Dennis conoció a Gogan Yamaguchi, padre de Gosei Yamaguchi, famoso Karateka conocido como “El Gato”. Aquí Dennis aprendió Karate y enseñaba a los niños el arte de Karate, y participó en un campeonato.

A la edad de 22 años Dennis entró al servicio del Ejército Norteamericano (participando en la Guerra de Vietnam en 1971 y recibiendo tres Medallas de Satisfacción, por sus servicios sobresalientes, durante esos años, él llego a ser Sargento a cargo de un área (sirvió al Ejército Norteamericano por 11 años, 8 años activo y 3 años de Reserva Inactiva). Durante sus años de servicio en el Ejército Norteamericano, éste le ayudó a pagar sus estudios, él estudió en las Universidades: Maryland (Ciencia del Comportamiento), Troy State University (Psicología y Literatura), Universidad de Minnesota (Psicología), Liberty University (Teología). Dennis recibió su Licenciatura como Psicólogo del Estado de Minnesota siendo su especialidad Psicología Desarrollada y desórdenes duales incorporados con drogas y alcohol.

Durante 1990 por la mayor parte (1988 a 2001) Dennis trabajó para instituciones privadas, clínicas, y de la igual forma con la Oficina Federal de Prisión.

Su primer libro fue publicado en 1981, su segundo libro en 1982 (durante este tiempo sus poemas venían siendo publicadas en los periódicos de Minneapolis, junto con otros libros seleccionados por editoriales independientes. En el año 2001 Dennis dejó de trabajar como Psicólogo debido a una enfermedad inminente.

En 1990 Dennis se volvió Ministro Ordenado por la Iglesia Internacional de Jesucristo, permitiéndole a él evangelizar a cualquier persona que se lo pidiera al mismo tiempo que él realizaba sus trabajos como psicólogo.

Dennis ha viajado veintiséis veces alrededor del mundo. Ha estado en 60 países y cuarenta y cinco estados de los cincuenta estados que tiene Estados Unidos.
Dennis llegó por primera vez a Perú en 1999, era la primera vez que venía a Sudamérica. El año 2000 Dennis contrajo matrimonio con una dama peruana, Rosa Peñaloza. Desde entonces Dennis y Rosa continuaron viniendo a Perú de una a dos veces al año. Dennis ama mucho a Perú, su cultura, tradiciones, folklore, historia, los cuales le han inspirado para escribir sus obras sobre Perú.

Dennis nunca se detuvo de escribir, él escribe y lee alrededor de diez horas cada día. A la fecha ya ha publicado 42 libros. Sus últimos seis libros han sido sobre cultura y costumbres peruanas, en inglés y español.

Debido a sus obras sobre Perú Dennis ha recibido muchos reconocimientos:
Poeta Laureado de San Jerónimo de Tunán, Huancayo, 2005
Poeta Laureado del Valle del Mantaro, Huancayo, 2007.
Poeta Laureado de Cerro de Pasco, Pasco, Noviembre 2007.

También recibió otros reconocimientos como:
El Mejor Columnista del Año 2004 y 2006 en Estados Unidos
La Gran Cruz de la ciudad de San Jerónimo de Tunán, 2006
El Mejor del año 2006, por Antena Regional
El Poeta y Escritor Excelencia del 2006, por Corp. de Prensa Autónoma, 2007.
Visitante Ilustre y Distinguido de Cerro de Pasco y Huayllay, Noviembre 2007.

El 1ro. de Noviembre del 2007 Dennis recibió su Título como Doctor en Artes y Educación de la Universidad Belfor de Texas, Estados Unidos, por sus estudios, experiencia, escritos y obras publicadas. Asimismo ha sido nominado Periodista Honorario por el Colegio de Periodistas de Perú.

Para aquellos lectores interesados en ver los trabajos por el autor, por favor, visite:


Works by the author

Books Out of Print
The Other Door (Poems- Volume I, 1981)
Willie the Humpback Whale (poetic tale)
The Tale of Freddy the Foolish Frog (1982)
The Tale of Teddy and His Magical Plant (1983)
The Tale of the Little Rose’s Smile (1983)
The Tale of Alex’s Mysterious Pot (1984)
Two Modern Short Stories of Immigrant life [1984]
The Safe Child/the Unsafe Child [1985] (for teachers, of Minnesota Schools)
Presently In Print

Visions, Theological, Religious and Supernatural

The Last Trumpet and the Woodbridge Demon (2002)
Angelic Renegades & Raphaim Giants (2002)
Islam, In Search of Satan’s Rib (2002)
Return of the Nephilim to the Circle of Rephaim (2011)
Tales of the Tiamat [trilogy]
Tiamat, Mother of Demon I (2002)
Gwyllion, Daughter of the Tiamat II (2002)
Revenge of the Tiamat III (2002)
The Addiction Books of D.L. Siluk:
A Path to Sobriety I (2002)
A Path to Relapse Prevention II (2003)
Aftercare: Chemical Dependency Recovery III (2004)
A Romance in Augsburg I “2003)
Romancing San Francisco II (2003)
Where the Birds Don’t Sing III (2003)
Stay Down, Old Abram IV (2004)
Chasing the Sun [Travels of D.L Siluk] (2002)
Romance and/or Tragedy:The Rape of Angelina of Glastonbury 1199 AD (2002)
Perhaps it’s Love (Minnesota to Seattle) 2004
NovelCold Kindness (Dieburg, Germany) 2005 Novelette
Suspense, short stories, Novels and Novelettes:
Death on Demand [Seven Suspenseful Short Stories] 2003 Vol: I
Dracula’s Ghost [And other Peculiar stories] 2003 Vol: II
The Jumping Serpents of Bosnia (suspenseful short stories) 2008 Vol: III
The Mumbler [psychological] 2003 (Novel)
After Eve [a prehistoric adventure] (2004) Novel
Mantic ore: Day of the Beast ((2002) (Novelette)) supernatural
Every day’s Adventure ((2002)(short stories, etc))
The Poetry of D.L. Siluk
General Poetry
The Other Door (Poems- Volume I, 1981)
Willie the Humpback Whale (poetic tale)
Sirens [Poems-Volume II, 2003]
The Macabre Poems [Poems-Volume III, 2004]
In My Time (Poems) 2012
Minnesota Poetry
Last Autumn and Winter [Minnesota poems, 2006]
Peruvian Poetry
Spell of the Andes [2005]
Peruvian Poems [2005]
Poetic Images Out of Peru [And other poems, 2006]
The Magic of the Avelinos (Poems on the Mantaro Valley, book One; 2006)
The Road to Unishcoto (Poems on the Mantaro Valley, Book Two, 2007)
The Poetry of Stone Forest (Cerro de Pasco, 2007)
The Windmills (Poetry of Juan Parra del Riego) 2009

The Natural Writings of D.L. Siluk
Cornfield Laughter (and the unpublished collected stories…) 2009 (Vol. 1)
Men with Torrent Women (Two Short Novelettes and Sixteen Short stories) 2009 (Vol.II)
A Leaf and a Rose (a comprehensive library of new writings…) 2009, (Vol. III)
The Cotton Belt ((And Other Selected Writings) (Vol. IV)) 2010

Sense or Nonsense


By Dennis L. Siluk Ed.D.

Ten New Poems of: Sense or Nonsense


Sense or Nonsense

Making sense is the other side of making nonsense “What is what?” that is the question. (And who knows?) My advice to the reader of these poems—is not be too quick to label them—either way, unless you can understand both sides of the coin without any preconceived notions …

How to Read a Poem
(If indeed you care)

Now for a few principles: Read these poems attentively (read them several times), slowly, and with an open mind. Gather interesting data (mark certain words, images, or lines you find interesting or suggestive with a pencil). Evaluate the big picture (zero in on the basic outline, the poem’s meaning or purpose). It might be interesting to note, usually the imagery of the poem echoes the poem’s theme, if indeed you miss the theme, look for the imagery, and the echo towards it.

By the Time
(Poem One)

By the time you start thinking what have I to do’ —by the time the children are old enough to drink booze, by the time the summer clouds can no longer be seen by your naked old eyes, by the time the grapes in the cellar ferments to a rich elderly fine wine, by the time everything grows and dies around you…by this time, it is time you start to think about the dirt and the bugs in the ground, and if you are heaven bound—!

The Old Trout
(Poem Two)

When I was full of life, the sun was full of sun, now I’m old, getting older and I’m full of dying near as much as the moon is full of no air…

I am like the tides of the ocean, once about a time I came in on one, I watched them from a distance come and go; now it’s my time to ride them out (I hope slow):

Yesterday’s Rain
(Poem Three)

Yesterday, the rain was full of rain, a little gray, a little insane, which in a way was very pleasant, at 7:00 p.m.; and this is what the rain said:

“What is there to show if I do not rain all over the city and you?” Then the rain added, “I cover all around the sun, cover it up, and during this, you can sleep, otherwise get wet.”

That was yesterday, it is different today. The rain is sleeping, thank God for that (now we get the sun back)!

Alone in Paris
(Poem Four)

I traveled around the world, mostly alone for most of my life, and I never felt alone, although to others I’m sure I looked alone, and I was alone, but was I lonesome? Never until I was alone in Paris for my first time, then I knew and felt alone, because now I was alone, and felt lonesome. (I even swore never to return to Paris again, alone!)

Then I left Paris, alone, but less lonesome—even though, now I knew and felt alone: even though people were all around me, and a little girl said, “If I am here then you are not alone.” And I remarked, “I guess so!”

Note: We become aware of things—more so aware of things—once we climb the tree, and look down or perhaps above the trees and around…. On a second note, a tree to a tree is just another tree, put a hill or mountain beside it, it will love you forever. And perhaps appreciate being what it was meant to be—a tree.

(Poem Five)

He would and he was—meaning, he didn’t and he tried. But he never would and he never did. Kids are like that you know, and yes, I know one, two, three, perhaps six, no, eight, no, ten (perhaps even more, but let’s say ten… or more for the sake of argument).

Ten or more kids and no one learned a thing—sad but a fact. Nowadays, this is called ordinary kids; they try to learn, with a third of their capacity, everyday trying hard to do with less, expecting to learn more.

The first kid that tried this—this new universal track of learning, he was the one that needed to learn the most. But would he learn? Or was he learning? Who is to say? He thought tears would make him learn, but he was just the same—still the same inside…which is not the same as learning.

The Haves
(Poem Six)

I had, and I have, and I have to keep the half now of what I have—call it halve—when all is said and done what will I have had to do to keep that half? And get back what I had? Had I not thought about this, I would not have had to have written this, and I could have slept a while longer.

Denny and Diane
(Poem Seven)

Denny and Diane, Diane and Denny, both liked each other immortally. He said he loved her more than she loved him. She said ‘…nonsense! I love you more than you love me!’
He combed her hair, he shared his pear, he washed her feet, he never let go of her, even to sleep, and that was why Denny was Diane.
Diane walked by his side—side to side, like to like, like two peas in a pod. Why, nobody knew, but take my word, it is true, they did everything from there to there, not a hair’s breath away and that was why Diane was Denny.
So was it Denny or was it Diane or was Denny just Diane? Or was Diane just Denny? It is better to leave this alone, the more you think of this the more you wonder, and let’s say Denny is just Diane and Diane is just Denny and they both are through being the other.

Ballad of the Big
and Little Pigs

(Poem Eight)

A big pig running low
In the fields of snow
Watching little pigs sitting by
Learning that soon they could die.
It was in the fields and it was daylight,
And cows mooed,
But the little pigs could care less.
The Big pig saw everywhere
(and the little pigs knew)
He could see right down through the fields
And even see other animals hidden
And so the cows and all did not dare
To hurt the little pigs
Seeing the big pig stare.
And so.
As you know.
And as you have read
When a big pig running low
Loose in a field of snow
The little pigs know they will not die soon
(as long as the big pig is watching)
And so they know, and knew.
And yes, to be true
They wondered too:
“What’s all the bother?”
Then appeared a man
And he hit the big pig on the head
Hoping he was dead
And he tried to get away
But there was no way.
The little pigs watching—said,
“If he gets away, we’re safe today!”
But quickly, the big pig sunk
Lower to the ground,
And the little pigs frowned
And they began to know
The big pig was no more.

And all the little pigs runaway to tell the other big pigs of the danger (but the big pigs had learned what the little pigs were learning; there was no way to fight man, to protect them, but to run if one can…) and this is life, and it happens just like that.

Do we need?
(Poem Nine)

We need what we need which is air. You know it is more than a habit, to do this thing we call ‘breath’ and it only works one way, no matter what anyone may say. You do it in public; you will do it in private. You do it, whether you like or do not like to do it. Believe it or not, it is true: we all need what one another needs, which is blue air, from the atmosphere. Even if the wind blows it away, it stays. Thank God!

Note on the Poems: During the afternoon, of October 6, of 2009, the author sat down in his sofa chair, high up in the Andes of Peru, and these are the poems he wrote that afternoon… (all to be under one blanket) Poems 1 thru 7, are poems 2637 through 2645. On October 13, in the morning the author wrote “The Ballad of the Big and Little Pigs” being poem, 8 of this sequence, or 2645 in sum total. Also, poem 9 “Do we need?” was written on the October 13, number 2646, for the record, by the author.

“A Wild Piece of Paper!”
((A Poetic Tale for the classroom) (1955, St. Paul, Minnesota))

(Poem Ten)

“What is a wild piece of paper?” asked one of the second graders in the classroom, at Ecole St. Louis, Catholic Elementary School, to a visiting professor… “And how wild can it get?”

“You see,” said the professor, “a wild piece of paper is different from a tranquil one, and it is even more different than one with blots, or dots, or spots on it.
“A wild pieced of paper floats, like a boat—once in the air. That is what a wild piece of paper is.
“A wild piece of paper—is although, just that, a piece of paper, yet it can get wilder and wilder…and when it does get wilder, and wilder, it says:
‘Try and catch me—if you can!’
“A wild piece of paper will do most anything, and I mean anything (it will float, it will fly, if given the chance. It even will rip its way—around and about: furniture, or buildings and even a house—just to play, and have its own way).
“You may have to learn the hard way, that a wild piece of paper is like, or can be like, a wild bat, wilder than a rat, nobody really knows, how wild a wild piece of paper can be, or get.
“That is why, when you put a piece of paper down to write on—make sure it is solid and unsoiled, always be bold, sit up right, hold the paper down—tight; for a child to have a wild piece of paper can be just awful.

Written at the Mia Mamma, Café, in Huancayo, Peru, after lunch, in the garden café area; October, 13, 2009. Poem: 13/or 2647.