But for the bleating of the lambs,
Silence, a kind of unholy silence,
Pause, rest, the cadence of inexperience,
Illuminated ignorance.
The shepherd had made a solemn promise
Not one head would come to harm on the farm;
Then the wolves descended like Assyrians
In the dark, not one ass or cur did bray
Nor bark; the old rams and the ewes
Chewed and swallowed the censored news.
While the builders built big buildings
Virtual warriors fought asinine,
Internecine wars in cyber cafes,
Shed virtual blood with avatars.
You who know nothing of the olden ways,
Would reinvent steel with papier
Mache blades, like samurai wielding words
And paper swords in patriotic games,
Shielded by patrons and fictitious themes,
Remember that a sharp is just a flat,
The same note, by another name.
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.
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