O Muse,
you who into dead words of prose
breathes the fire and love of verse
and like the Christ, by lowly birth,
descends from heaven to the earth...
O Muse,
infuse my poor prose with pathos
as empty soul, with Holy Ghost,
is filled by God’s redeeming grace
that sole uplifts the human race...
O Muse,
from your dam of wisdom impart
so that my pen may touch one heart
and like your siblings, three-square blest,
beauty and art from mundane wrest...
O Muse,
my humble brooding make profound,
transform to joy, let love abound;
as hounds after the hart they pant,
capture and with romance enchant...
O Muse,
of pleasant personality,
grant sweetness to my poetry
and let your inspiration flow
from heaven down to earth below,
over my brow, my breast, my toe
and round my hand like saint’s halo.
Copyright ©2001 by G. Newton V. Chance
What is a song if not poetry dressed in melody to sing along? (© G. Newton V. Chance)
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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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