Friday, September 10, 2010

OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY

street corners without street signs
just like in the jungle
city has no place to piss
quite unlike the jungle

lost

a little further east
dweller on sidewalk

seller on sidewalk
remarks to other seller
on "stupid" passerby
who enquired
then refused to buy

elderly madwoman
uprooted
some weeds
or herbs
(depending on perspective)
with soil
from sidewalk
held it out in hand
walked proudly
as if to say
look at me
plant a plant
plant a tree
or food

(or maybe just keep the damn place clean)

then railed against
garbage
behind gated
abandoned
hallway
saying she could clean it
given the chance
or the employment
(maybe occupy it too)

maybe
that elderly madwoman
may be less mad
than many

and that madman
soliloquising
maybe
may be only speaking
to his hand-

less head-

set cell-

phone

about the phony
city
and the phony
people
on the other
side

of the city

Copyright ©2010 by G. Newton V. Chance

1 comment:

rishi singh said...

very well put together, love it.

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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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