Saturday, October 11, 2008

PORTRAIT OF THE POET

In him beats the warm heart of the poet,
with pounding blood of idealistic youth;
forever he pursues, off beaten path,
the absolute of idealistic truth.

Upon his face the light of beauty shines,
imagination burns pastoral shade,
to change the world with but his virtuous lines,
the virtuous innocence of virgin maid.

The poet seeks perfection, it’s his quest,
the order of the universe, his goal;
as glorious sun each day sails east to west,
a cosmic orbit guides the poet’s soul.

With glorious words his pen attempts to paint
a world where all may live in pride, not want,
and on experience-canvas, a portrait
of contentment and acceptance, not vaunt.

Nature’s secret language he converses,
with birds and beasts and trees, and hidden things,
and muses, he writes his lovely verses
so eloquent of earth that heaven sings.

To right the wrongs, the right he writes, he tries,
fearless and unflagging verbal assault;
with words of solace, dries the widows’ eyes
and plasters tyrants’ wounds with caustic salt.

And when Chronos etches lines upon his face,
in rocking chair recline, hairline recede;
though slowed down in his idealistic chase,
no soil can slough its germinating seed

for though planet, moon, and star should pass away
and darkness overtake the shining sun,
as surely as the word will ever stay,
the poet’s work, forever, shall live on.

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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