Peace, Maurice
Peace,
Maurice.
Lifted by the Sunrise,
Coming from the East.
Energizing throughout the day.
To rest.
As the comfort of deeds done...
Settles you in contentment.
As the Sunset in the West,
Comes.
To leave you pleased...
With all that you've done!
Dedicated To:
Maurice D. Robertson
'Photgrapher extraordinaire.
And jazz buff...
To soothe the airwaves,
From a DJ's chair.
(WWUH-FM, Hartford)
With history of jazz artists...
And more to share! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blissfulness
As I watch beliefs you hold,
Crumble and fall.
It saddens me to know,
Your madness stored
Continues to show!
Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!
As I observe you praying for release from 'sins'...
I think to myself,
'How did these fears begin? '
Hypocrisies committed is all I see,
By those entrusted but dismiss honesty!
As I watch beliefs you hold,
Crumble and fall.
It saddens me to know,
Your madness stored
Continues to show!
A growth and appreciation of self has gone!
As you carry on looking hopeless and forelorn!
And all that needs to be done,
Is an opening of your eyes!
Cease fulfilling your life with alibis...
Shared without vision with those who lie.
Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!
What do you believe will encourage you to flourish?
Without 'things' to feed,
Temporary desires bleeding your needs!
This is not pleasing to you at all!
Shopping for enlightenment,
Can not be found in crowded malls!
Tempting with teases to empty your pockets!
Leaving you to remorse habits you can drop...
By stopping it!
Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!
Disperse with this...
For a happier existence that can exist!
Connect you must,
To your 'higher self'.
There is magic when you discover,
Your own blissfulness to trust!
Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!
Connect you must,
To your 'higher self'.
There is magic when you discover,
Your own blissfulness to trust!
Stay Blissed!
Inspired By:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
WWUH-FM radio Jazz DJ
(University of Hartford)
And photgrapher of superior talents.
'Thank you, Mo! '
Lawrence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Become Depleted
Hope things are going well with yourself.
And you remain 'connected'
Beyond the mess of imperfections expressed.
By a nesting of delusions...
That have come to rest to infest.
Keep some of that deliciousness,
To further explore a usefulness adored...
And rare.
Share it if you dare.
But do not become depleted.
Inspired by:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Mo...
For all of the gifts and talents you show! '
-Lawrence-
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let God Do the Driving
There is so much to receive...
If we let go and accept!
If we let God do the driving...
As we sit back and reflect.
Scenes we had not seen before,
Appear to clear our eyes.
If we become passengers...
On this ride and let God drive.
There is so much to receive...
If we let go and accept!
Isn't it time we get off bumpy roads?
Isn't it time we understand...
The vision of God is best!
Inspired by:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Maurice.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Histrionics
Histrionics...
Considered theatrical and deliberate.
May seem that way,
To those unaccustomed to emotions shown...
By those depicted overacting with flare.
Although a reality spoken is dismissed,
Yet declared...
Too real for some to deal with.
And too much for them to hear.
Especially when it has been made clear,
They have no idea of the connection!
Or if there is an expectation for them to feel,
And give feedback.
Should they applaud?
Or clap in approval?
Or what is it one should do...
Beside stare wide eyed?
Inspired By:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Maurice.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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House Of Jazz
Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin' and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap 'n' tickler
To make you growl
Spitin' and bitin' on a TV show
Tightenin' frightenin' givin' out a load
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Come on in
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz
song performed by by AC/DC from Stiff Upper Lip
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House Of Jazz
(young - young)
Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin and a fightin on a tv show
Lightin blindin in the middle of the road
Are you comin in
Are you comin in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz, yes
Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap n tickler
To make you growl
A spitin and bitin on a tv show
Tightenin frightenin givin out a load
Are you comin in
Are you comin in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin in
Come on in
Are you comin in
Are you comin in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin in
Are you comin in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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Sunrise, Sunset
O Sun, When you rise,
It’s morning dawn.
When you set,
It’s evening dusk.
O Sun, Seeing your beauty lighting
Shining on landscape from dawn
Shining on seascape from dusk
It comes from dawn to dusk.
O Sun, rise from East
O Sun, set to West
From East to West,
Celestial light comes and go,
Seasons come and go.
Here come four seasons
North to South, East to West
From Spring comes Autumn,
From Summer comes Winter.
O Sun, From rising East
To setting West
O Moon, Come rising East
To setting West
Cycle never end,
It’s endless cycle,
Seeing sunset every dusk,
Seeing sunrise every dawn.
Making us pondering..
Make us wondering
Where, When will be next..
Sunrise, sunset..
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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I’m Maurice Chevalier’s Niece
I’M MAURICE CHEVALIER’S NIECE
I’m Maurice’s niece,
I am French like he.
I painted the Eiffel tower,
where he was born,
He is happy, too bad he’s gone.
I could have been
in a movie
with him,
He would sing
to Melodie
'Wonderful Things'.
Like “Thank Heaven For Little Girls”
Thank you Maurice, you’re the
Sweetest Frenchmen in the world.
Now, he is in a photo at piano
with Marilyn Monroe,
they were going to be in
a movie together I thought
you should know.
Now we have
his and Marilyn's
movies, photos and songs,
to play day or
all night long.
See you in Heaven
Maurice Chevalier,
I will sing for your birthday,
a song with Melodie Mezoree’.
Written on March 22nd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Victor Should Have Been A Jazz Musician
I went to a concert, to see nina, simone,
The concert was over, there was still a band playing, the rap up,
The booguh played with his hands, I close my eyes, and look at him,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
I said to myself, victor should have been a jazz musician,
I looked at his face, and I saw victor, looked at his smile, and I saw victor,
I looked at his hair, and thought,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
And the people dancing on the floor, dancing on the floor, were so high,
You should have seen victor smile, you should have seen victor smile,
As they danced all the while all around on the floor, and he laughed,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
Oh, victor should have been a jazz musician,
He was playing so nice, the jazz musician,
Ah, ah,
Hes living in a fast beat, in a city thats hot,
Telling all the latinos and puerto ricans, victor seems happy, but he doesnt even know himself, hes gotta look inside to know his first love,
Victor was a jazz musician, he was playing so nice, victor was a jazz musician, (? ) victor was a jazz musician,
Victor loves his music, he loves his music, somewhere, he plays his music, somewhere,
Victor is a jazz musician,
Jazz.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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I have made a film about jazz that tries to look through jazz to see what it tells us about who we are as a people. I think that jazz is a spectacularly accurate model of democracy and a kind of look into our redemptive future possibilities.
Pink Jazz Trancers
You better watch out
Im tellin you why
Just when you least expect it
Just when you feel at ease
Thats when you get selected
Thats when theyll come youll see
So many stray transmissions
Theres nothing you can do
So many liquid rhythms
Theyd fill a swimming pool
Beamed from the highest mountain
Nowhere left for you to go
Theyll take you even higher
Then youve ever been before
But theres no need to worry
First youll dip into a dream
And in your mind its coming
Like so many bright ideas
Its all about to happen
Its way beyond fantastic
Its useless to resist it
When youre finally hit with
Pink jazz trancers
Jazz trance for u
Wait just for a minute
Lay down here next to me
Jazz trance for u
No need for you to hurry
Turn on the cable tv
Jazz trance for u
Lets close our eyes together
Now can you see how good its going to be!
song performed by by Devo
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Enter Jazz
In the past few weeks
(1995, I think)
A whole field of music
Has knocked on my door.
Jazz has made my acquaintance.
Jazz who has always before
Seemed so stale, so staid,
So stuck in a groove
Sometime back in the thirties,
Jazz now emerges
As the most delightful companion.
I first noticed
My new friend
On the Voice of America,
A sudden lightness of spirit
Lighting up my room
Through the transistor radio.
Then Nancy, Carolyn's mum in Ferny Creek,
Turned out to be a jazz fan
With a collection of cassettes,
And I abandoned myself
To jazz's invitation
To dance,
Easy, free-flowing steps
Up and down
The lounge-room carpet.
Last night
The friendship firmed further:
In the E.G. Guide
Was listed a jazz trio
Which they claimed could be heard
At the Albert Park Hotel
Not far away.
The trio swelled to seven or eight musicians
As the evening unfolded
And I drank in the rhythms
Of what a chat with their apparent leader, Bill,
Revealed was traditional jazz
In the Chicago style,
So sweet, so gentle, so softly swinging.
Jazz took my arm
And smiled.
I have a new friend.
poem by Peter Elliott
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We Need Not Share Words...
We need not have to be together
In order that we may share forever,
Our interval may be our genesis still,
To opine contrary is to oppose His will!
A respite perhaps, to prepare for our journey?
A time of poignant reflection, for you, for me?
Perchance, even to exact our circumstance?
Maybe to allow adoption of our love's avowance?
For whatsoever it may be, I do not altercate-
With wonderment, we are allowed to alternate!
We need not share sight to share dreams;
Need we be near a star to know it gleams?
We need not share words to share thought
Of the consummate love we have sought!
Maurice Harris,21 September 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Winds, Sun, And Stars
Are the winds, which constantly reshape trees,
A silent messenger, sending my love to you-
Or is it just as it would seem, a mere breeze! ? !
I should think both; so long as it is the one, it is the other too!
Is the Sun and its rays, most brilliant,
Responsible for collecting my ardor in the East
And setting in the West-for you, its recipient! ? !
I should think it does this much, at the very least!
Are the stars, which blanket the sky, each and every night,
Another means by which my love's strength may reach you! ? !
Does it not transcend from the Heavens, to present within your sight?
I should think it is there at all times, with a presence to beseech you
To embrace it, as it has embraced you-and shall, evermore;
Perhaps you shall be loved by another-but, shall never, more!
-Maurice Harris,11 July 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Me and My Sunset Love !
'bye-bye my love, ' she said
'our love aint worthy another try'
hand in hand
in the sunset, we stand
'i just want this day to end, ' she says
'so that you can have your first last kiss'
i go east, she heads west
to chase our wildest dreams
so i run and run
to catch up with the sun
and make today remain
if you see me coming down the road
my shadow taller than my saul
just know am on the race
a race against time
am trying my love am trying
to make this day a-never ending
but the sun is sinking
sinking behind the mountains
to rise again behind me
she runs and runs
away from the sunset
into the darkness
on and on to the west she goes
thank God the earth is round
eventually she emerges from the east
running towards the dawn
sunset and dawn become one
and we meet again
she falls into my arms
and makes my day again
i get my second last kiss
and at sunset our circle will progress
its craziness this love we share
we cant be together
and we cant be apart
poem by Pada Kambanji
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I love music, I love all kinds of music, particularly jazz. Jazz is an extension of America. There's no other country in the world that could have produced jazz.
quote by Jon Huntsman, Jr.
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Your Heart-Felt Apology
I may not help that you and I share a last name-
Still, that I have loathed you is a source of much shame;
Our tenuous connection makes me no more to blame
Than any other, yet, I feel so, still the same.
My self-imposed guilt, though without ration or reason,
Has served as my own fragile heart's treason.
From beyond the grave, you have thieved-
For what you stole, many nights I have grieved-
And grieve still I shall, for as long as I may live;
Whence I am able, I shall offer all I may give,
So as to recompense for what you have done-
Your deeds I shan't forget, but my forgiveness you have won.
You are my Father, I am your Son-
I will be your heart-felt apology, as you offered none!
-Maurice Harris,27 December 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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I always hated jazz guitar. I loved jazz saxophone but I hated jazz guitar. If I would buy an organ trio record I would make sure I'd buy one that did not have a guitar player on it. The sound was awful!
quote by Tom Verlaine
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I was considered as a jazz man rather than as a blues player. There were no blues players-you played one sort of jazz of another sort of jazz.
quote by Alexis Korner
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History...A Sonnet Paramour!
They oft utter; 'to be ignorant of history is to be ever a child'!
Oft too, may they say, chance is only ever for the wild!
Espousals of love proffered, as they proffer hate,
Asked only did I ever, that for 'truth' did they wait!
Irridescent and beautificent, is my love's guile,
Shown through my life, heretofore, and for all the while!
Fears lifted and then made to whither,
Hope and love, from this place, have come hither!
Ever effervescent, ever more innocent...she too for me!
Awakened was I that day...to all I did not see!
Wonder of moment, tragedy of consequence:
Alone, yet never alone, have I been ever since!
Sleep well now my love, for you I shall visage!
Taketh care our future, work ardently shall I from carnage!
Maurice Harris,6 December 2007
poem by Maurice Harris
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