Maya Poems

Blurring the Lines

The fakification of modern life
Is almost complete
As AI and disinformation
Crowd out the real and true.

If you didn’t see and do it
How can you even trust
It ever happened
Or at least how they say.

Like the old Emperor and his new robes
But in reverse
Now it’s the old calling out the lies
While the young just accept the illusion.

To the

Maya

Maya, the veil we may call illusion,
is differentiated perception,
which believing real is delusion,
sensory inputs causing deception,
conditioned belief and preconception.
As long as we believe we’re body-mind, 
cravings of ego grip us in their bind,
freedom from which requires a shift to heart,
love enabled, with all mankind entwined,
eye single, whence our God-search quest can start.

In Honor of International Women's Day - Maya Angelou

“A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim.” - Maya Angelou


The infamous feminist and activist Maya Angelou
She was a powerful force to recon with and to know
Her feminist and civil right beliefs were strongly expressed
As she bravely spoke her mind to try put injustices to rest

To Maya Angelou

To: Maya Angelou 

From: Tony Angelo  

In the city a chisel across the grain?, like a concrete heartbeat under my feet, I heard her voice, Maya, like warm a river flowing off the cracked pavements, stories that rose up like steam on a hot summer day, inspiring and touching. Like a cool breeze on

CAROL, MAYA, EMILY AND JANE

Last night I heard Jane Goodall tell the story of her life of 90 years.
She spoke a lot about her mother…and of her own wishes, dreams and fears.

She spoke about her chimpanzees and their world which she loves living in.
How her mother taught her to judge people by what they do…and not by the color

Maya

Each of us alone
All in an illusion’s game
Of our own making

(7/27/24)

HUMANITY AND MAYA ANGELOU

For today’s blessing I turn once again to Maya Angelou
whose words speak to people of all faiths and religions…
from Judaism to Islam to Christianity

May we be blessed not to die
without having done something wonderful for humanity.’

The Dirge

O Maya, 'Tis important to return from your invisible journey for I, right now, like a corpse dangling on the ground, wish to die in spring, beneath the cherry blossoms, while the springtime Moon is full.
If you, O mistress of my heart has passed away
And after you, eager to serve, go I
 I now waver

Reality check

“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”

the tree has shed all its leaves to be nude,
bare reality- little to delude,
leaves were attire for season that had been,
clothes are off, he will be buried unseen!

his Porsche still

MAYA-An Enigma lost

In the depths of Tadoba, 
where shadows sway,
once lived Maya,
the Tigeress, in a mystical way. 
There was an silent under tone through the forest,
As she graced with majestic stripes, 
she Ruled the land, morning and night, 
especially the moonlit jungle, 
indeed a breathtaking sight. 

But fate, may you say? 
or a merciless hunter?
had its own

Thankful For Accurate History and Maya Angelou

May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.

Today I’m thankful for history…
when it’s an honest unobstructed view
and for the poetry and wisdom
of Maya Angelou

Who hoped for the day…
as I do
when we are blessed

Maya and I

Maya and I
in a queen-sized bed
moonlight and stars,
and the light of love
with the light of love
we met together
The envious tree,
the lonely branches of the tree
The shadowy hands
knocking on the windows
and spoke quietly.
"Stop it!"
But the night breeze came in
through the cracks of the windows
and cheered
"Keep going!"
We went on laid all
through the night.

Mother Maya

And one more toy she gave to her cry-child, 
Who, not a look and wailed ever more still 
To grow restless, disconsolate, more riled, 
But as moms do, she knew well what was ill, 
Maya— a cosmic ploy, men to illude,  
That spreads in mortal’s path a pile of toys, 
And hopes, man stays

Still Rising

(Response to And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou)

Refusing to ever descend after 
My mother, grandmother, great grandmother 
Have all endured broken wings 
To ensure that I would one day be able to catch wind
I rise 
Because Maya said so
Explaining to me my existence 
Is never burden
Not curse
No, I am heavenly
Her voice like gospel 
And

Maya Means Illusion

When woke from the dream,
I remember life's purpose:
A dream so vivid,
Yet temporarily lived.
All I learn, stays forever.

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