Tuesday, September 23, 2008

PITY THE URBAN MAN

pity the urban man
no fresh-mown grass he can
inhale on morning farm
nor feel the morning calm
far from the madding rush
nor touch the midday hush
the squirrel under brush
the swampland full of slush
birds more than two in bush
no poniar' in the palm
that shrub alone does harm
he knows not the clear spring
with water gurgling
he knows not of the brook
prolific as a book
brimful of fatted trout
begging to ”fish me out”
nor hears the crowing cock
woodpecker’s cryptic knock
its rhythmic soldier’s drill
to bore bole-hole not kill
nor watch the cockpit hawk
which hapless prey will stalk
and swooping like a jet
scoops up in talon net
unfortunate rabbit
grown careless through habit
nor earthworm’s tiny plough
and fertilizing cow
chewing contented cud
happy as hog in mud
a fat and filthy sow
a dog barking bow-wow
the smell of milking pail
and fresh brewed ginger ale
common fowl eggs for sale
no mule with swishing tail
and flies that make you flail
the plover and the rook
the donkey’s surly look
no traffic-less night-sleep
and silly-looking sheep
nor mongrel midday snore
and fireplace folklore
nor waterfall’s allure
and capuchin’s loud roar
the village general store
for credit on all goods
the shade under the woods
the evening’s many moods
the fresh and natural foods
and neighbours’ petty feuds
pity the urban man
for only rural can

Copyright ©2001 by G. Newton V. Chance

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George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older
than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

by Langston Hughes

the poet writes the poem;
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)

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