Love to yourself be true, oh love be true –
let not languor quench your fire
but rather let passion your heart imbue
with flames of burning desire;
let not ardour infidelity rue
or sully your soul with ire.
For out of your bosom does emanate
all beauty, all lovely, all good,
from your womb all things wonderful and great
were conceived that ever was wooed
and what union your breath does consecrate
let none consider crude or lewd.
Nor baser vibration of jealousy
have you room for it in your breast,
but beware the pitfalls of vanity,
see you act not at her behest,
nor ambitious bane of humanity,
the ego, fail not to arrest.
Give me the sweet of unfermented vine,
taste as fresh as the morning dew,
‘fore the rot sets in of corrupting wine
that depresses the sky to blue;
or the innocence of a virgin mind
that sad misfortune never knew
ere the tears and cares of the ties that bind
colour carefree a different hue.
Copyright ©2001 by G. Newton V. Chance
What is a song if not poetry dressed in melody to sing along? (© G. Newton V. Chance)
Friday, September 12, 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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