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I don’t want to read anything about or

or from Maya Angelou

I don’t want.

I don't want to be sad

I know she must have been an amazing person

No, she had to be an amazing person

but I only heard her name once or twice

once or twice

in my life time, in her life time

So I don’t want to be sad that she is gone

That I never knew her

I don’t want to be sad

I don't want to be sad about not reading her material when she was alive.

Not knowing

I just don’t want to feel that way

Not knowing her

Rest in peace, beautiful human being.

unnamed Dec 2014

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
Ben Ditmars May 2014

I wrote a tribute to Maya Angelou in 2010 that I would like to share today in memory of a great poet. Please excuse the dated references.

I Know Why the Twitter Bird Tweets

The free bird leaps
on Google’s back
and scrolls down page
till the browser ends
and dips his wings
in Facebook rays
and dares to claim the internet.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow page
can seldom see through
his lists of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his claws to tweet.

The Twitter bird tweets
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tweet are read
on the distant hill
for the Twitter bird
tweets of freedom

The free bird may watch tivo'd Glee
And order up some good Chinese
and laugh as Sue Sylvester drones
On and on of kids off tone.

But Twitter bird stands on the grave of tweets
Getting “trends” for Trick or Treat
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his claws to tweet.

The Twitter bird tweets
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tweet is heard
on the distant hill
for the Twitter bird
tweets of freedom.

M IS FOR MAYA A WOMAN OF GREAT RESPECT.  SHE HAD A WAY OF COMFORTING YOU, UPON BEING UPSET.
A IS FOR ABILITY SHE USED TO WRITE POETRY, AS IT CAME INTO HER HEAD.  SHE NEED SOMEONE TO CARRY THE TORCH, NOW THAT SHE IS DEAD.
Y IS FOR YOUTHFULNESS, EVEN THE YOUNG PEOPLE CANNOT HIDE.  JUST TO BE AROUND THEM, PRODUCED HAPPY TEARS IN HER EYES.
A IS FOR  AUTHORITY THAT SHE POSSESSED,  AS SHE PROUDLY WALKED BOLD.  THERE WAS NOTHING ABOUT MAYA ANGELOU, THAT CAME ACROSS AS COLD.
ANGELOU IS HER LAST NAME, EVEN THE PRESIDENT RECOGNIZE.  SHE WAS THAT TYPE OF WOMAN, HE WOULD HAVE STAND BY HIS SIDE.
BY, SANDRA JUANITA NAILING

Poetictunes Feb 2016

A woman's heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her.







~Maya Angelou

Too deep.

On the day
I was baptized,
I sat in the back pew
of my church,
weeping.

It took a long time
for me to arrive
on the bank
of the
River Jordan
that Day of
All Saints.

Flanked by my
two young sons
also getting
dipped
that day,
moved
me to
solemn
tears;
humbled
that I
would wade
into the living
waters
with my sons
as brothers
in the
Living
Christ.

My fount
of tears
rolled
cause
I finally
arrived
as one of
Gods
own.

Today
I saw
Maya Angelou
weep.

She received
The Presidential
Medal of Freedom.

She sat while the
President placed
it around her neck.

She did not rise to
receive it.

I think she was
sitting in a wheelchair.

She looked tired
but she was not feeble.

She was humble
yet remained unbowed.

Her eyes were closed
as they read a citation
about her; yet I know
her vision remains
keen.

She did not look up.

She quietly wept.

The President kissed
her cheek after
he clasped the award
around her neck.

Maya Angelou
never
looked up.

She just
wept.

Maya,
fellow award
recipient
John Lewis
and
their
son
Barack
Obama
have
arrived;
sitting at
America's
table
of freedom,
as
Maya Angelou
gently
weeps.


2/15/11
Oakland
jbm

Studied your biography,
From childhood through adulthood,
And praise you for your courage,
Not to mention your endless talent,
That shone through the years of your life.
 
All your quotes astound me,
Showing such insight into life.
You loved your fellow man,
And all of the nature that surrounds.
 
Your career was fulfilling,
That you worked so hard to establish.
You shined on stage and in church,
Always acting and singing at your very best.
 
Talent for theater and dancing,
You set every stage aglow.
From "Porgy and Bess,"
To "Calypso Heat Wave,"
All happened in those 50's days.
 
The audiences were quite aware,
They were in the presence of talent,
When you sang, when you danced,
When you spoke and when you wrote.
 
We are blessed with your poetry,
And enthralled with your writing,
Embraced by the poem you wrote,
"On the Pulse of Morning" for the inauguration.
 
We will always remember your autobiographies,
Each and every book you wrote.
But you will be most remembered for your book,
"I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings."
 
You have left behind enough beauty,
Literature and quotes to last the world,
For centuries to come.
We thank you for giving,
And love you for being Maya Angelou.

©2016 by Lee Christine Brownlee

Wrote this poem for my website as the Poet Spotlight for March is Maya Angelou.
ZinaLisha May 2014

As a woman.
As an African American.
As a poet.
I can only hope to be,
As close as a
phenomenal
woman as she!

Pamela Rae May 2014

It is with a heavy heart
and a stifled heartfelt cry
that I come to wish you
a saddened goodbye--
I know you are resting
in a much better place
but do you know what
a remarkable trace
you have left here with us all?
May your beautiful writings,
your life's work
forever stand true and tall...
©Pamela Rae 05.28.2014

http://news.yahoo.com/author-maya-angelou-dies-86-north-carolina-151746880.html
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story within you."--Maya Angelou
This woman has long been one of my greatest inspirations not just because of her beautiful written word but also the wondrous and fulfilling life that she lived as an example to us all.  She will be greatly missed, but forever remembered.  Rest in peace, dear Maya--you are one of our most beloved angels now.
mandy rigby  Jun 2014
Freebird
mandy rigby Jun 2014

Whilst you may keep me in a cage,
placate me, try to soothe my rage.
You can try to clip my wings.
But an unhappy bird, never sings.
I will trick you, into letting me out.
Of this be sure, there is no a doubt.
Off I fly, wondrous birds too see.
Spread my wings cos I am free.
Singing melodies, everywhere.
Now I'm free, I do not care.
I will find my own seed.
A caged bird must be freed.

(c)mandy rigby 24/02/2014

patty m May 2014

Above mangroves and clouds of dissention
she'll rise. She resents this interruption
conspires to shed light, hustling past the
scorching sun, longing for jazz and jambalaya.  
St Louis born she rose from humble beginnings


raped dreams and body, yet she overcame it

carrying her poetry in her heart or pocket,


Beautiful words red tulips of appraisal and conjecture, she'll shake you until your head snaps

with that mother/sister/mentor kind of love.
Her church a half smile cast to raise you up.
How those lips curled in secretive smile
when her voice of God was speaking,
and we rose as one rejoicing in belief  

Catch her hands and kiss the palms sun baked,
and sense the possibility.  She will partner us
in slow-dance, translate the odd confection electrifying the air.
I feel her talking third person, splitting and stretching night hours
so poet's can get some sleep.
Climb your harp proud woman, glorious warrior,
pluck magic from the air,
for you are more than air and cloud, you are visionary.  
Sing sweet  your poems and anthems like hymns of glory,
the ache and overcoming falling and rising up once more.  
Can you hear the poets cries echoing to the sky?  The good Lord may not have time, nor the angels, but Maya hears us all and smiles in celebration, wooing stars, delivering ultimatums, as she charges through those pearly heavenly gates.

I wonder, will she become Poet Laureate of Heaven?

"There is no greater agony
than bearing an untold story
inside you" . . . M A Y A   A N G E L O U

A comet has crossed our hearts
leaving us in the shadows
This time it's dust will rise no more

Nor shall this caged bird sing again
for she has been freed and
is on the wing
This time for evermore


"I've learned that people will forget
what you said , people will forget
what you did , but people will never
forget how you made them feel"  
M A Y A   A N G E L O U

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