So you don’t believe them monkey story how man does turn beast
and drag chain whole night; how man have prayers to turn gizie
gumbie and enter people house like spirit to interfere with their
wife and girl-children.
I never believe either until one night I come home late from a lime
with the boys.
So going home I was thinking it odd how Tommy wasn’t in the
lime that night and Tommy don’t ever miss a free rum — he is the
one does say “you wasting the rum” when man break the seal and
tip the bottle for the spirits, he is the one does steupse and say
“people still believe in them stupidness”.
As I enter my gap I hear Dorothy groaning as if somebody killing
she; so I bawl out “Dorothy, Dorothy” and rush the door. All I hear
is voosh and I feel like a breeze pass me — you know is then I find
out, is then I realize is a gizie gumbie was harassing my wife.
Copyright ©2002 by G. Newton V. Chance
What is a song if not poetry dressed in melody to sing along? (© G. Newton V. Chance)
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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- 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.
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)
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)
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