Saturday, August 3, 2013

OWL

                                      night howls
                  night-sky a hooting owl
      portent of a people's impotence

                  a four-headed dog barks
            chokes on its own placenta
                  swallows its own vomit
                  eats its own excrement

                   it is the hour of the owl
                                       a pygmy
                   hoots at Pygma-lion's
                            disappointment

          in office atlas askew on axis
                      clock stuck on one
                o clock is there no one

                              pure enough to
                                      save goal
                                   save game
                                  save world

                           messenger wanted
                                    apply within
                         messenger for hire


no dogs and calypsonians allowed
no dogs and calypsonians allowed
no dogs and calypsonians allowed
no dogs and calypsonians allowed

 will the children ever play in safety
                                 without fear

         thoughts of morning conjure
                 no optimistic promise

                      in an underworld of 
           waning oil and rising crime
         waning sun and rising prices

                              Anubis awaits 
          with scale of Maat in hand

     ©2013 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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