My acrimonious jezebel
deafened me with the decibel
of her cruel, incessant nagging;
to add fire to the fuel
I told her she could go to hell
and felt my libido flagging.
She said I was a selfish bitch,
I thought she was an evil witch,
oh how I hate the fighting;
like a long-eared animal at the hitch,
frayed nerves exposed without a stitch,
I feel like kicking and biting.
She has a wicked way with words,
more cruelly cuts than sharpened swords;
without employ a single blow,
as ruthless as ancient warlords
while the bloodthirsty arena applauds,
lays low my manhood and my ego.
Once we were each other’s friend,
we thought our love could never end
like all lovers come-a-courting;
emotion’s twigs when green may bend
but dry and broke can never mend
though tied up with a string or ring.
Pray tell me where did we go wrong,
love looked so lovely in wedding gown,
with starry eyes declared ‘I do’,
but not for long before the clown
Cupid’s arrow with poison stung
and love dried up like morning dew.
Ye lusty lads and wassy wenches
in matrimonial foxholes and trenches,
firing volleys across the law
with venom so copious it drenches;
be it better to sit on the benches
or spread marital beds of follies and war?
Copyright ©2001 by G. Newton V. Chance
- 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.
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