Friday, July 16, 2010

THE SUN NEVER STOPS SHINING

(for Christopher [Baby] Rocke, 5 years old, who observes everything, remembers everything and questions everything)

The sun never stops shining,
It's just obscured by clouds at times;
In rain, with thunder and lightning,
It only steps indoors awhile.

And when the moon and stars are out
And there's no sight of the sun;
Winter solstice in north, head south
And there you'll find the shining sun.

The sun rises in the east,
They say, and travels to the west;
Around the world to return east
Without compass or GPS.

This flight takes twenty-four hours,
Three sixty-five times a year;
But if you live at the North Pole,
It takes six months (or half a year).

Where the sun goes is a mystery,
What it does and what it sees;
But while you and I are sleeping,
It's exploring strange lands and seas.

The sun never stops shining,
Sometimes it's not shining on us;
But you can be sure it's out there
Smiling and shining on someone.

You can be sure it's somewhere
Shining and shining all year.

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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