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When blackness turns into light
Society could not deny
what we saw
with our own two eyes.
We saw blackness
turn into light
soulful stars
illuminating
white nights.
Jackie was a pioneer
his love lifted us
higher and higher
his black voice
shining bright in
the white night
his acceptance there
was no denying.
James Brown led the way
when there still
was segregation
blacks and whites
in Baptist churches
but in separate
congregations
His voice was strong
his blackness shone
his body contorted
in rhythmic gyrations
his voice was heard
when people listened
and saw as useful
this racial integration.
His strength and stamina
on the stage
and his voice made you
want to get up and dance
those who saw him
knew that maybe
racial unity had a chance.
Then came Marvin
yes that Marvin Gaye
he blazed a new trail
a new way of thinking
never encountered before,
music with a social conscience
that stirred a whole nation
to even question the war.
Then there was Sly and his
band mates the Family Stone
they were unique and special
mixing races together musically
but they were all alone
Then came Stevie
yes he was a wonder
his talent as a musician
there was simply no doubt,
his music resounded
a message of peace and
harmony was what it
was about.
Then came Michael
and Prince at the
very same time
two forces of black nature
twisting and turning their
blackness into light.
Music of healing the world
and the crying of doves
transfixed hateful gazes
into havens of love.
And don't forget
Luther Vandross and
Teddy Pendergrass too,
their songs of love
helped conceive a
million children or two.
If you never lived
at a time like I did,
growing up with
Soul music's beginnings
it would be like being a
football player who
never experienced
winning.
Now they're mostly all gone
but their music still lives on
we were witnesses
to the legends
in the making.
Now the message carries on
hope is never really gone
it's still there
for the taking.
John Derek Hamilton
April 25,2016
Shayari bunne waali zubaan,
Ab formulas ratte hain.
Kaagazon mein apna dil behlaane waale haath,
Ab projects likhte hain.
Jo dill azzad udd, kitaabe likhte the,
Aaj wahi kitaabon ke bojh tale dabe hain.
Jo aankhein sapne dekhna ko bane the,
Ab raat raat undekhe sapnon ke liye jaagte hain.
Jo pair duniyaa dekhne ko taraste the,
Ab classes se tuitions tak ke chakkar kaantein hain.
Fankaar toh kayi aaye aur chale gaye
Kayi sayariyaan suni unsuni reh gayi
Kayi kahaaniyan kahi unkahi reh gayu
Kayi gaane apni awaaj tak naa dhoond paaye.
Kuch samaajh ke bojh tale dab gaye
Kuch kitaabon ke bojh tale.
Par bhala kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare,
Akhir...
"Sharma ji ke bete ko 98% aaye hain"
Bas yuhi sapne dab gaye
Yuhi zindagiyaan katt gayi.
Kayi baatein unkahi reh gayi
Kayi sapne undekhe reh gaye.
Sarkaari naukari ka zamana hain sahab,
Yaha dil ki baatein nahi, dil ka ilaaj hota hain.
Amirron ka zamana hain, meri jaan,
Yaha sapnon ke peeche nahi bhaagte,
sapne khareede jaate hain.
Bhalaa kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare
Gham-e-Ishq Mein Haara Hua Panchhi
Main apnon ka maara hua panchhi
Raahay manzil ka pata aik shikari se pooch ke
Main aik naye pinjray mein phansaya hua panchhi
Meri hurmat ka imtihan hai, aur daanay hain kam
Main maalik ka sataya hua panchhi
Chaar din ki hai zindagi, teen guzar gaye pinjray mein
Main apni taqdeer ka rulaya hua panchhi
Chehchahane se main thaka nahi, lekin chup hoon
Zang alood salakhon mein chhupaya hua panchhi
Dhoop aur barish mein dekh leta hoon aksar
Main neend se bedaar karaya hua panchhi
Lagta hai umr poori ho gayi shayad
Main pinjray se bahar uraya hua panchhi
Thandi hawa aur burhapa mera
Main aik shaakh pe baitha murjhaya hua panchhi
Toofaan hai zyada, na ghar hai koi
Main doosray panchhiyon ka khaya hua panchhi
Ye bijli ki taar hai, oonchi mehfooz bhi
Main har maut mara maraya hua panchhi
The Isley Brothers, The Chi-Lites, Four Tops
The Emotions (Flowers)
Roberta Flack (The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face)
Jane Fonda
Elvis
Stars...
Lulu (To Sir With Love)
Paul Le Mat (American Grafitti)
Suzanne Sommers
Mackenzie Phillips, Aretha Franklin
Manuel Padilla Jr. as Jai (Kid in Tarzan series)
Harrison Ford
Ron Howard
U2
Cher
Heat Wave
Commodores
The Jackson Five
The Pointer Sisters, The Righteous Brothers
Sidney Portier, Lionel Ritchie
Justin Trudeau (8 years old)
Marvin Gaye
Lou Rawls
More...
Pam Grier
Barry White
The Three Degrees (When Will I See You Again)
Al Green, Rose Royce, The Main Ingredients
***Hotel where I worked with Tom Hanks and countless celebrity interactions...
Date: 08/27/2019
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
They watch as she moves across.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust.
She sits and gently crosses her legs.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
A man sings a song of melancholy.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
Another hums to a tune from Marvin Gaye.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy
Blue with lust,
A man whistles, an applause.
Mad eyes
Green with envy
Blue with lust,
None stands to converse.
Mad eyes
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
She still sits alone, waiting.
Mad eyes
Green with envy
Blue with lust,
Time passes, they still stare.
Mad eyes
Green with envy
Blue with lust,
She walks on out, alone again.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
They think, should have and could have.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Well today I find myself stretching again
Passed tests trials and wicked heart men
Playing games on courts
Who me no door
Shuts close with no reason
Freedom comes in season
Time gains its now
Hope despair somehow
Catches up with lost time
Almost lost the mind
Sandy winds in eyes
Differently to cry
Tears of joy to die
Old life renewed
All the reason to choose
Team won without rules
This dude thought slick was slick memo
Producer with no demo
Riding tires without a limo
Stage with out bingo
Won with out a song
Hidden revealed who won
Sitting in the audience tables have crumbs
Snatcher and catchers
ballplayers flipped done
First place without a stump
Hills with no humps
Helicopters blades with days
News casters who lie trilogy
Rain passed storms windy chilly
Seasons have reasons
Maps have overlaps
But people insecure run miles with no crap
Tell tales and stories with lies
Promises made with goodbyes
Pimping Easy prostitute pushed down made to cry
Die deaths streets with beats
Undercover paid service with creeps
Heep down with locks too
Blurred Lines tell lies too
Who wrote Gaye lines paid lines have paid too
kachi umer mein jajbaat the
kachi umer mein umeed
kachi umer mein khaab the
kachi umer mein dil khush rehta tha
kachi umer mein chehra hasta
kachi umer mein dunian khoobsurat thi
kachi umer mein josh
kachi umer mein zindagi zindagi lagti thi
kachi umer mein rishte khoobsurat
kachi umer mein sari dunia apni lgti thi
kachi umer mein rossein the
kachi umer pe pyar
kachi umer mein ishq ho gyea
kachi umer mein ishq ki pyas thi
kachi umer mein ishq mein har sans thi
kachi umer mein chaand chaand ni mehboob ka chehra tha
kachi umer mein sapno jaisi dunia thi bekhabar haqikat se pare.. .dunian dari se na kabi dare....
kachi umer mein dost dosty ka ehsas dete the
jaise hi umer dalne lgi jajbaat kya hai har dhadkan samjhne lgi
jaise hi umer pakne lgi har sans main ni aaugi kehne lgi
jaise hi umer sal gujar gai harpal har ehsas zindagi haar gai
jaise hi din raat chhut te gaye har jajbaat dhere dhere tut te gaye
jaise hi raatein kat ti gai.....har pyar ki ghadi nafrat mein batt ti gai...
jaise log naye milte gaye har rishte alvidah kehte gaye.
jaise hi ishq mein padte gaye..dard se gujarte gaye
jaise hi ishq mein gujarte gaye.ankh se aashoon behte gaye
jaise hi pyar ke chehre dikhte gaye ishq ke jajbaat sare mit te gaye
jaise hi hum badte gaye waise khudki awaj sun na chhodte gaye
jaise hi dard badte gaye hum dunian se alag hote gaye
khudko bhoolte gaye jajbaat mitate gaye
jhutha mutha hsate gaye
khali khali ho gai zindagi eskadar din raat gujarte gaye
dard se badta gyea sine mein dil
dardse badti gai jine mein tadap
kash abh sochte hai hum ishq na kerte
hum mohabbat na kerte
na tutte itna na ehsas chut te itna
kash jee sakte auroo ki tarah
kash jee sakte dil se
har ehsas se
har jajbaat se
har khaab se
har umeed se
har arjoo se
har khushi se
There ain’t no two ways about it man,
it just has to be because of you.
Before you came along we could do,
about anything we wanted to.
Man, life was great, life was great, before,
you came along and ruined it all.
There’s Haight-Ashbury’s summer of love,
Newport, Altamont, and Monterey.
And then we hit the road to Woodstock,
and let me tell you man, that was great.
We had free love, drugs, and miniskirts,
we were sure having ourselves a ball.
The Beatles really started smoking,
after Bob Dylan showed them the way.
Next came The Stones, The Doors, and Simon,
with Joplin, Hendrix, and Marvin Gaye.
All of the men burned up their draft cards,
and all the women took off their bra.
There were sit-ins and all-night love fests,
Feminine Mystique, I Have a Dream.
The Hippies knew the right way to live,
there was no end to the fun it seemed.
Black, white, red, brown, pink, purple, or green,
were brothers and sisters one and all.
We had sex, drugs, and hard Rock-n-Roll,
and wore some wildflowers in our hair.
Even left our tracks upon the moon,
man, we could do anything we dared.
Man, life was great, life was great, before,
you came along and ruined it all.
Things might still be a little fuzzy
But that’s how it happened as I recall.
With her pet toy in hand and playing,
In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking,
To her lullaby whilst listening,
Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep,
Here’s happiness for me sound asleep.
Their heavy school bags left way aside,
Uniforms too thrown on whatso side,
Back from bunking class, leave un-applied,
Bare bodied when children dance in rain,
Here’s happiness for me sans restrain.
Dreams and young desires dancing in mind,
Two teenagers in tender love blind,
At the appointed place do when find
And haply together smile their smiles,
Here’s happiness to me that beguiles.
Dawns a day, and Ma wakes up early,
Finds the house bare and rather lonely,
And lo, the door-bell rings suddenly,
Her daughter and kids hug her in glee,
Here is crest of happiness to me.
One eve, the sun prepares when to pack,
I see grandpa— nigh bent at the back,
Nostalgic, playing old songs from rack
When breaks into dance that transcends age,
That’s happiness to me freed from cage.
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Based on a Gujarati poem by Shyamal Munshi, titled:
mane to sukh eman dekhaya, transliteration as follows:
ek ramakdun lai mana-gamatun,
mana khole hasatun ramatun,
mithan halardan sambhaltun,
mani same jotun balak unghi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
bhar bharelan daftar khakhi,
ek divas khunaman nakhi,
ninshal man pan chutti rakhi,
bhai-bandho sau thai ughada bhar varshaman nhaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ichao laine ubheli,
ek chokari preme gheli,
nishchit sthane pahonchi vaheli,
premi ne jotan ni sathe acherun malakaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ek divas ma vaheli jage,
ghar khali-kham sunun lage,
ghar no bel achanak vage,
‘ne bachhane lai dikari malava avi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
chho kede thi hoy valela,
ek sanj ni dubati vela,
dada sahu mitroni bhela,
juni filmo yad kari ne junan gito gaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
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Translations | 02.01.14 |
I am John F. Kennedy as
President.
I am a civil right activist
100 percent.
I am Woodstock rock n
Roll festival.
I am the first man on the moon
Unforgettable.
I am Andy Warhol 15 minutes
Of fame.
I am Martin Luther King shot
Down in flames.
I am President Kennedy gets
Assassinated.
I am the Cuba missile crisis
Activated.
I am Walmart opens it's
Door.
I am we enter Vietnam
War.
I am the Beatles I want to
Hold your hand.
I am discrimination spreads
Through the land.
I am the NFL's first Super
Bowl.
I am Ceasar Chavez reaching
His goal.
I am the Peace Corp
Uncovered.
I am Miranda rights
Discovered.
I am Motown records
With Shop around.
I am the Beach Boys
With a surf sound.
I am at the Apollo with
Marvin Gaye.
I am Del Shannon singing
Runaway.
I am a hit with, Please
Mr. Postman.
I am Sgt Pepper's lonely
Heart club band.
TURBO1904