Thursday, August 19, 2010

SLAYING DRAGONS

these household pests
have created
a killer
a ruthless raging
stone cold murderer
the Anti-Buddha
forever waging war
on monsters
of malaria yellow fever
bubonic plague and dengue
meningitis and leptospirosis
on vampires
and bloodlust terrorists
battling mosquitoes
and guano-tossing geckos
forever wrestling roaches
firing missiles
at flying and crawling
creatures criminals
like Chemical Ali
with chemicals
from tanks of aerosol
firing silver pellets
of salt
at toads and socouyants
slaying snakes
and climbing ladders
beating bats and swatting gnats
baiting rats and crazy ants
burning lethal repellants
breaking recurrent lances
on whirling windmills
of never ending vermin
swinging cocoyea at Arachne
waging mortal combat
struggling with stubborn daemons
of self mastery
from the distant psychic past
my lover laughs
and labels me
Saint George
the dragon slayer
sometimes I think that maybe
I am really
slaying myself
and or
some part of me

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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