Thou shalt not be crude
Or rude
Or lewd
In making advances
To the Muses
But rather be shrewd
And subdued
Lest thy advances
Be viewed
Or construed
Or misconstrued
As crude
Or rude
Or lewd;
Lest the Muses
Demure with excuses
And chooses
To revert to their ruses,
Their subtle subterfuges,
Or bluntly refuses.
Thou shalt not be crude
Or rude
Or lewd
In making advances
To the Muses
But rather be shrewd
And subdued.
And for every gift received,
Give thanks, give praises;
Show gratitude.
©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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