Tuesday, November 9, 2010

GOAT MILK

(in memory of the late, great Puppet Master)

My friend, he swears to me
Goat milk the remedy
For all ills,
Like a miracle pill
Ending in afil;
Another swears, by sacred cows,
Bison milk the best,
Even imbibed by Ganesh,
With channa by Ramesh;
Another says goat blood
Libation to Orisa
Is really much more potent
At giving them thunder;
Another says hog blood,
In a Kali puja,
Is really much more potent;
Another says the blood
Of Abraham son
Could wash the whole world clean,
While another
Still sacrificing sons.

My friend, he swears to me
Saturday soup,
Cow foot, the remedy
For all ills,
Like a miracle pill
Ending in afil;
Another swears by souse,
Pig foot could open any door;
Another swears by shells,
Oysters with oyster sauce;
Another says goat head
And guts in mannish water
Is really much more potent
At giving them thunder;
Another says goat head
In pentagram at midnight
Is really much more potent;
Another friend say
Leave the animals alone;
He swear some bois bande
Will wake up Papa Bois...

This land of callaloo and crab
Clambering over each other,
Muddy mirage of a rainbow
Shawled by maya and miasma,
Where no one can be sure
Whether love is for the Gods
Or the Dollar,
We still can
Love
Or, at least,
Tolerate each other.

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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