Scintillating ruby-topaz,
golden-green and shimmering red,
iridescent brilliant colours
on gorgeous gorget and crown of head;
this miniature helicopter
against morning garden sun
at honeyed heart of heliconia
hovers, with sonic wing-beat hum
then agile as alien saucer
winging off to bright hibiscus
seeks another source of nectar
to pierce with probing proboscis,
pirouetting one long second
sweet before flitting with a twit
to scented centropogon
to sample one more treat,
penetrating with promiscuous
proboscis, hour after hour,
centropogon and hibiscus
to ravish flower after flower.
Said the jealous heliconia
to her faithful friend, the fern,
that polygamous little hummer,
do you think he will return?
Variety, scent and colour
may briefly satisfy
but indulgence will soon tire
the lustful voyeuristic eye
and then he will remember
your heliconiac honeyed taste
and know that flitting, from flower
to flower, is such an awful waste.
Copyright ©2008 by G. Newton V. Chance
What is a song if not poetry dressed in melody to sing along? (© G. Newton V. Chance)
Thursday, November 27, 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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