The winds of strange are whirling,
Windmill blades twirling,
Cauldron seas are churning,
The wheels of signs turning,
SUVs are burning.
Earthquakes shake a warning
With mourning in the morning;
None can foretell the hour.
Storms, more kind, their torture
Belies their awesome power.
The tides of ides are swirling,
The sails of times unfurling,
An ocean's gaping rupture
Opening aperture
Of imminent disaster.
The sentries and the soldiers,
Abandoning watchtowers,
Are sleeping in the dorms;
Is this the psalm that comes
Before the cosmic storm?
Copyright ©2011 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- 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.
