speak without words
or sign language
crinkles and wrinkles
write long stories
of champagne glasses
tinkling with merriment
drowning in dolphin moments
cares that soon resurface over
stoic facades of granite rock
do not waste words
dear one trying to convey
the nature or degree
of your pain and anguish
or even ecstasy
like music like feelings like faces
moans and groans and laughter
have no language
or else a language
understood by all
©2013
by G. Newton V. Chance
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)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)
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