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Marley | Light Up The Darkness

 
 
Stirring up love in his guitar strings,
Reggae, calm and soothing, but
the flow seemingly with revolt,
Hit the passionless cells of my being,
With percussion, commanding,
To get up and stand up,
With his insistence to never give up!

The story of renaissance,
With redemption and dream,
Birds that came to wish you well,
Worries dissolving with his voice,
Gods never came from the skies,
But the music continued.

So much trouble in the world,
Yet sun was shining with him,
Conviction of saving the world
with each breath, spreading
like marijuana in the nerves,
Emancipating men from slavery, with
songs of freedom, sounding high!

Oh, the world we live today,
Devious and deceptive!
And yet, the tender joys we share
with Bob's eternal voice
shall carry no bounds,
Like a drop of faith and
a world of roots, rock and reggae! 

Notes
Planned to write a poem about Bob Marley, the legendary reggae artist whose birthday was on February 6th. Sadly due to some unexpected difficulties couldn't bring it up on his birthday, yet I hope any day is perfect to describe Bob. A true hero in every respect and a remarkably great human being. Bob, your memories shall live on and shall continue to inspire lives.

Comments

  1. anthonynorth23 February 2014 at 00:38

    Excellent words for a great man.

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  2. rallentanda23 February 2014 at 01:05

    Nice tribute to Marley and Reggae !

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  3. Tomichan Matheikal23 February 2014 at 01:08

    He was a genius. Nice tribute.

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  4. Aditi23 February 2014 at 02:23

    Perfect Tribute to the legend! His voice still echoes and inspires...

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  5. madhumakhi23 February 2014 at 03:19

    What a wonderful poem! You described the jolt of electricity that an uplifting voice gives us so well. Music takes us to another world altogether.

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  6. Brian Miller23 February 2014 at 04:34

    smiles....i am rather a fan of bob's music...more so than what his image has become
    a promotion more for drug culture than the message...def love the music

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    1. Anand S Unni23 February 2014 at 05:08

      Its sad. Because there was certainly a lot more to this man than drugs. He was one of the greatest emancipators in music history, a person with deep social and political conscience and someone who could change the world with love. And in India, (pathetically) they confiscate shirts that portray his image to control drug use.

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  7. Unknown23 February 2014 at 05:17

    Nothing can be a better tribute than a lovely poem written with so much love and respect. Beautiful write Anand!

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  8. Natašek23 February 2014 at 05:23

    great tribute to a man, and the last verse in particular is excellent. times have changed, yet his music and ideas are alive today.

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  9. Grace23 February 2014 at 06:19

    Love love that ending stanza ~ Your words carried the fire of his music, amazing tribute to the music man ~

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  10. Kerry O'Connor23 February 2014 at 06:21

    Bob Marley was such an important voice of my youth. I can never consider his life or words with impartiality.

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  11. Sherry Blue Sky23 February 2014 at 09:55

    A wonderful write. And yes, the sun did shine, in his voice..........a lovely tribute to someone who gave us so much with his music.

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  12. Mary23 February 2014 at 11:14

    You have captured the spirit of Bob Marley! Any day is a good deal to celebrate him. He is a one of a kind.

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  13. Preeti S.23 February 2014 at 11:59

    A beautiful tribute to Marley made of up contrasting images and emotions. Makes me want to know his life and his music better than i do now.

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  14. kelvin s.m.23 February 2014 at 17:14

    I'm not too crazy about Reggae music (my brother was) but appreciate this wonderful tribute to him. And i did know, somehow, a thing or two about Marley. Thanks for sharing your thoughts about him. Smiles.

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  15. humbird23 February 2014 at 17:35

    How intense should be the life for stars we love makes them in order to keep balance to use drugs...sad...but we get the bright side, when listen the music they play or sing.

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  16. Anonymous23 February 2014 at 19:15

    Your respect for the man and his talents shines from every line. Fine tribute no matter the day,

    Elizabeth

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  17. Sumana Roy23 February 2014 at 20:14

    A very nice tribute to a dreamer who lit up souls with his inner fire....

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  18. M.Z25 February 2014 at 23:06

    Loved the opening line! A enjoyable read!

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