Saturday, April 28, 2012

ANDREW TABANKA

Look mi in mi eye, boy.
Tell mi tabanka not killing yuh.
Not you who run shi,
tell shi shoo
like yuh chasing fowl or fly?

Now the house empty,
yuh feeling it all in yuh belly
but yuh too big to beg,
yuh too big and bad to beg.

Look mi in mi eye, boy.
Tell me yuh doh cry, cry, cry,
dry tears from your heart,
wet tears from your eye,
nostril running snot,
when yuh think nobody watching.

Tell me yuh doh feel yuh going
crazy with tabanka sometimes.
Yuh think you is the first
or you will be the last?

Look mi in mi eye, boy.
See the ghost of tabanka
past, present and future.
Forget dem foolish thoughts
of ending everything.

Jump back in the water,
Plenty fish just waiting.
Get up from your arse, boy
and move on.

Copyright ©2012 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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