Thursday, January 28, 2010

TONGUE TWISTER

tongues touch
and taste
and talk
love
talk and
taste and
touch tongues

Copyright ©2010 by G. Newton V. Chance

Sunday, January 24, 2010

BLACK SMITH

pound pound pound
with every ounce of sinew
Shango with the hammer
Ogun with the steel
Eshu with the horseshoe
pound and round the cartwheel

of fortune forging heat
drawn by horses hooves
clip clop along the street
hasten hasten hasten
from the evil of the gallows
from the evil of defeat
to the anvil of the beat
pound the sound into the steel
make music to make magic
the rhythm of the drumbeat
the rhythm of the heartbeat
the rhythm of the bellows
the rhythm of the bell
to peal to feel to heal
from wounds and wars and woes

pound pound pound
with every ounce of sinew
Shango with the hammer
Ogun with the steel
Eshu with the horseshoe
round and round the cartwheel

Copyright ©2010 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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