Saturday, September 7, 2013

THIRD PARTY

hear you say
this hearsay
he say she say dem say
who say
they feteing with we money
fetch after fetch
fete follow fete like coquette
follow fashion
party after party
party follow party
one big Westminster party
DJ Poli-famous and the
Fiduciary Fiddlers playing
the Treasure Dance
high profile low fife
gong-ho gang star and t-eve
party with three letter
four letter imp-
unity
alligators with allegations
like Silver Surfer flying
left right and central
but no evidence prima facie
to prosecute anybody
doctors lawyers fathers mothers  
daughters sons murderers
getting away with murder
one party two party three party
patty after patty
patty follow patty
one big Westminster pasture
foul farm stench strangling we
drat cock-
roach scarab ant fowl feteing
party after party
fowl party follow fowl party
now third party
in the party
with three letter
four letter imp-
unity
hear you say
this hearsay


©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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