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Grandpa's House & From Iraq with Love [Two Poems]

By: Dennis Siluk

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Grandpa’s House


[The ole Real House]

The house needed painting


Sun-blistered and flaking


Grandpa started to have us


Boys—Mike and I— start


Doing some scraping—

While he, pealed off the ole


Paint, and started painting…

Just a humble wooden house


With several rooms, but


Strong enough to keep the


Winds and winter snows out,


How he loved that ole house!...

An’ his well-kept yard, which


Contained lilac bushes, and


Big shade trees; where birds


And squirrels lived—season


To season, scattered on…

Branches—they looked like


Play things (back in the 50s)

#807 8/18/05

Note by the author: “We all grew up together I suppose you might say, my brother and I, mom and grandpa, a few aunts in the beginning, all living in an extended family environment; that is how it felt anyhow. Although the house belonged to my grandfather, we all lived together; now it all seems so long ago, and what pops out of my mind is: I never did take a liking to painting houses after painting his a few times.”

From Iraq with Love

American’s most often are


Certain of what they want


From the world—


In a large measure,


In charge:


Gold, machinery,


Symbols


It’s what it’s all


About…

Shaving


Showering


Outfitting


Medications


Cosmetics


It’s what it’s all


About…

Breakfast


Banquettes


TV’s and couches


Adolescents


Engagement rings—


Thanksgiving’s:


Blessings, gratitude


(no secrets here)


It’s what it’s all

About…

Family


Snow and rain


North by a highway


Dirt and mud


Children


Classmates


Cookies


Just beautiful


Things—freedom


To say and be


That’s the way it was meant


To be:

An’ then,


Along came a bullet:


No mercy


Your dead!...


Nothing more said.

#806 8/16/05

Note by the author: “I am not for or against the war in Iraq, for the most part; although I do believe America did do a great service for the world, and the Iraqi people by bringing down Saddam, a world demonic beast, from his throne, and perhaps it was worth the price, then and now; we are all counting the price right this minute, are we not [?] But is it worth it to continue? A pale question at best, now facing everyone in the country. There are wiser men than I up in Washington D.C., figuring these things out, and surely we do not know everything of what is in the background. But being in a war, I do know this: we won the war, it should be over, and we are not responsible to rebuild their whole country at the cost of taxing the American citizen to death: financially, resources, and our youth wise. I do pray that President Bush will bring our boys home. Enough is enough.”

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