Sunday, November 23, 2008

ALL FOURS

Heroes of a thousand wars!
Stand up! Stand up for a cause,
Stand up! Stand up and raise your paws,
raise them off the ground
and slam your trump card down
hard with defiant thumb
and break the table down
but hold your ace card back
to hang oppressor jack.
Brew the pack, shuffle the pack.

For too long,
far too long,
you’ve been just a joker,
a joker in the pack
toting load like a jack-
ass, while oppressors ride your back,
reneging on bald compromise,
broken promise and brazen lies,
gorging and gorging big bellies,
not impregnated but bloated
on the rich sauces of your soil,
your natural gas and oil,
while your ketch-ass belly
rumbling with flatulence
and discontent
from unnatural gas and leftovers.

While you starving, big bandits thiefing
cards from the pack, thiefing the lift,
thiefing the chalks in front your eyes,
thiefing as if it legalize,
thiefing your mind with mamaguise,
distracting you with old-talk,
robbing you blind behind your back
and flying free with the spoils.

Mr. Marker! Mr. Marker!
This is not a game for the lame –
this is a serious game
called the Tournament of Life –
This is war!
And the stakes is survival!

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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