Second Saturday TV was the 2019 BRIC Arts
BFREE Award For Social Impact
Jazz, Just The Way We Like it is my weekly podcast series discussing and playing those jazz classic songs of the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s
Film- Schomburg, More Than a Name - full Video click below
- Schomberg Short Video - Early Years
A poem called Legacy by Alfonso Siverls
My Last Walkabout
I am the living history
of my story, past
and present, episodes
of joy, pain, love and
second chances
not the designer of the stage
yet still the architect of
an anecdote, I am the chauffeur
of my inner wheel, and
I will write my final chapter, but
not my ending
The Paradox of Man
I am the wind that has blown and
the current that is raging
I am the architect of stories
and conveyor of myths
I am the truth that is a lie and
a lie that is the truth
I am the destroyer by night
and creator by day
I am a paradox, yet
convincing to all that know me
I am yesterday as told by a deceiver
and tomorrow as prophesied by madness
I am a dreamer that does not
trust in dreams yet still both
hopeless and hopeful
I am a reflection
Of my own thoughts
and disciple to my passions
I am nothing more
than just a man
by alfonso siverls@ 2015
On the death of Toni Morrison
I felt a thunder inside and outside
of my soul, as the earth shifted
without moving, signifying
the passing, of the one
who wrote the words that beloved me
Kwanzaa
it is the light
of candles
that shines brightly
after a long journey
of darkness,
that empowers my soul
and proclaims my place
in the culture of humanity
it is the sounds that vibrate
across the earth with an echo
that whisper and sings my song
it is the smell of nameless souls
long gone, that was cast out
of the family of man, whose scent
dwells beneath my skin
it is the taste of
the pain of yesterday, with
the flavor of hope for tomorrow
proclaiming here I stand
it is the touching of my heart
with your heart
in joyful celebration
of the sacrifice of our ancestors
The Tempest
I see an awakening on the horizon
Elements coming together
Erupting into compounds
Brought about by benign neglect
Rooted in history
Forged by the greed of others
And composed without Ariel
And the spirit world
It is slowly spreading across the globe
Heating the third world
Forcing itself on the first world
And disrupting the new world
You can see it in the eyes of the children
You can hear it in the voices of the youth
Moving slowly but steady
The Tempest is upon us
Nikki Giovanni - Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day
A peaceful breeze from the winds of destiny
flew in and clutched the soul of a poet,
rendering her to the pages of history
After many years working with a community-based agency as both a therapist and administrator. All along with working in academia as educator, I am now on the backside of life. My focus today is now on the creative arena with poetry, podcast, film and community tv.
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