Here lies the burnt out loom of Earth,
'Longside the wicked weaves of dearth.
Time bolted, like Usain off starting blocks,
Left in wake, broken clocks and barren rocks.
Once Mama spun and bloomed for all her worth,
Breast fed the many brats that love gave birth,
Tended house and yard and family,
Lover-man took care of husbandry
But suddenly, husbandman went awry,
Squeezing neck while milking titties dry;
Little boys ran round the yard shirt-
Tail, the girls held on to Mama's skirt
And wondered at the lifeless loam,
The burnt out loom, once Mama's home
Before merchants of Venice bought her breath
With tokens, sold science that brought with it death.
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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