Wednesday, December 30, 2009

HELLO FLO

(for my wife, Dr. Judy Rocke, who exchanged vows with me on 12/12/2004 and 26/12/2004 and for the survivors of the tsunami of 26/12/2004)

once a man
one New Years Day met
what he thought
was a woman
born
to be his soul mate
it was as if they had met
and known
each other somewhere before
it was so easy to tell
her all his secrets
she told him all her secrets
except her name
that man and woman
declared a vow

that within one year
they would exchange vows
which they kept
on the twelfth of the twelfth
and the twenty sixth of the twelfth
two thousand and four
who can forget
the tsunami that brought
such destruction and death
yet could not silence
love and life and hope and faith
or the memory
that Christ can
calm the raging sea
and so she renewed his faith

that a story can
really end
as a fairy tale
romance
and live happily ever after
trudging along a long and dusty desert trail
famished and parched almost to death
to find
his oasis
his nurse
full of love and life and peace
his Florence
not quite a nightingale
but more than a woman
almost an angel

Copyright © 2009 by G. Newton V. Chance

Saturday, December 19, 2009

CONDOMS

Come,
let us sow
condominiums
that quickly sprout
and grow
into slums.

Copyright ©2009 by G. Newton V. Chance

Saturday, December 12, 2009

SOURCE OF THE RIVER

Water embarked on long mystic journey
From mountain spring arcane and obscure,
Barely terrestrial trickle, so clean, so fresh, so pure;
Wending winding way eventually,
Through many miles, to sea and shore,
From forest green, rural serene, to urban roar.
Explorer embarked on long mystic 'venture
From chemical city, poisoned, polluted and smelly,
Crawled through wet jungle swelter on belly;
Determined to reach source of the river,
To experience firsthand, thrill of discovery,
Unravel and witness God's marvellous mystery.
Water continued on long mystic cycle
From sea, ascending, to nimbus cloud of vapour;
Till pregnant and heavy-burdened with moisture,
Chac, the Rainmaker, in mercy, with caesarian sickle,
Burst weary water-bag, inducing labour,
Quenching earth's thirst with heaven's sweet shower.
Explorer continued on long mystic quest,
Eyes drank pristine beauty of nature
As soul sang psalm of praise, sang in awe,
Proceeded on ‘pilgrim’s progress’ to next
Station, spurred on, lured on by Dionysus’ allure
Like mighty Hiawatha to wigwam of Minnehaha.
Water completed long mystic mission,
Flowed along barren ground and forest floor,
Percolated where green, eroded where bare
Denuded hillside gush to lazy valley siltation
Submerged, baptized, to spring once more,
Emerged, sanctified, from within earth’s core.
Explorer completed long mystic expedition,
Came face to face with Aquarian grail,
Of form transmuting as Merlin’s alchemical veil,
Fluid flow to solid ice, vaporous air to condensation:
Flooded with insight, upon consciousness prevailed,
That source of life and river, in every detail,
Is same; clear as blind can read by Braille,
Man can Creator see through wonder of creation.

Copyright ©2000 by 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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