IWAN FALS born VIRGIAWAN LISTANTO ON September 3, 1961-
I am Iwan Fals an Indonesian singer-songwriter Times™Magazine named me “A Great Asian Hero”.
While I was 18 formed a group band named Amburadul, released an album “Perjalanan”
Associated acts were so Kantata Takwa, Swami reprised reputation as a Country Protest singer
Name at born really “Virgiawan Listanto” from within Jakarta, Indonesia
Forward first son, Galang Rambu Anarki born. One of Fals' best-known songs, Galang Rambu Anarki, was written for his son's birth.
Anak Wayang song (1994) (as part of Amburadul group)first song Perjalanan (1979)
Lyrica themes been compared to Bob Dylan, a key influences songs observational and or political
Sing Sarjana Muda descriptive documentary lyrics, heavy use of harmonica also features country-style banjo and violin
Iwan Fals is an Indonesian singer– Born: September 3, 1961 (age 57 years)
8/24/19
For My Upcoming Birthday (09-03) Celebrity - Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Categories:
jakarta, analogy, appreciation, celebrity, character,
Form: Acrostic
A Jarkatan guy’s love
Filled to the brim
Running over to a certain Diosaka
Only her under his sun
Could seam his torn heart
This Diosaka’s love
Was already harbored in another’s heart
With vows in marriage
It wasn’t possible for her to fall again
But zikra’s heart was in intense heat
To win over the already won love
To no avail
He burned red hot for her
But her rejecting stand
Pulled his falling
To a tether end
And he decided to fight it
Fire by fire
He embraced himself with petrol
To quench the burning emotion
Out of his hot heart
With a match for his ‘match’
He was kissed by tongues of flames
And died by the fire of love
This poem was harvested from a sad story in the daily paper, where an Indonesian guy from Jakarta tried his best to win love of a married lady, but her unyielding drove him mad to dose himself with petrol and stroke a match. He died in the fire.
Categories:
jakarta, lost love, for her,
Form: Rhyme
It’s a wonder It don’t snow in Indonesia
I made a friend yesterday
And she was so kind to me
Just like a guiding light
To a sailor in the sea
A bubbling personality
Like a can of spite
A sparkle in her eyes
That can light the night
She is so beautiful
Like a movie star
And she is so cool
It’s a wonder it don’t snow in Indonesia
My hearts been broken
And I couldn’t smile
But she made me forget it
For a while
She likes to read novels
She’s just a simple girl
Any one will be lucky
To have her in their world
And from the city of Bali
To the streets of Jakarta
She is so cool
It’s a wonder it don’t snow in Indonesia
She got a smile so bright
Like a shining star
And she is so cool
It’s a wonder it don’t snow in Indonesia
Categories:
jakarta, friendship, snow, smile, snow,
Form: Light Verse
An Indonesian flag is a Polish flag upside down.
The capital of Jakarta is a long way from Warsaw town.
On the islands of Sumatra, Java, and Borneo,
sauerkraut and kielbasa is something they don’t know.
Has the average Indonesian ever heard of Thaddeus Kosciusko?
Does anybody know a good Indonesian joke?
People tell Polish jokes until they choke.
There is little to compare between these two countries.
Poland and Indonesia bear very few similarities.
Categories:
jakarta, people,
Form: Rhyme
"We must treat with love those whom God has placed in our path"
--Linda Hunt, as Billy Kwan
"And, so it begins..."
says Linda Hunt, an actress
playing a man who is also
a dwarf in "The Year of Living
Dangerously", not leaping
tall buildings in a single
bound, just a miniature
'man for all seasons'
thrown from a window
for political reasons.
Blood and gore on a Jakarta
street is not a neat
resolution in this shadow-
play we call life. Shadows
are cast when choices
appear -- to honor, (or not
out of fear it costs dear).
What price sacrifice? If
you have no handle, no clue,
no buzz-- intone the name
of the one who does: Billy
Kwan, Billy Kwan... then
blow out your candle.
Categories:
jakarta, inspirational, people,
Form: Free verse
because you are so sweet.
too sweet.
more than all of words I’ve said,
more than all of tastes I’ve tasted.
like you’ve been harvested
from the finest farm,
along the side of fertile river,
and stocked until your golden age.
your color is interesting red.
who can resist to the shining sight?
which very glow on the lips of the grail,
bright and warm so obviously seen.
therefore my lips as a very thirsty thirst.
a joy that need to be fulfilled!
I am the faith. waiting to the all being poured,
throw away, and all continues deed, until the last drop
to carouse. but ones will remember it from the latest late,
an existing tinny mindful between all of madness,
that’s a joy that never last.
even on this time, you, my wine,
off from the grail of my lips,
slips from my faith’s grip.
Jakarta, August 30th 2009
Categories:
jakarta, dedicationjoy,
Form: Lyric