Maya Poems - Poems about Maya

“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...

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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...

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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...

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Each of us alone All in an illusion’s game Of our own making (7/27/24) ...

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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.’ ...

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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...

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“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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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(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...

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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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bohemian indulgence monk mode renunciation both wishing to be elsewhere away from the here and now are caught in egoic glue wallowing in shallows 03-December-2022...

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The way we diminish the irreducible is by drawing a veil of ignorance on soul ~ dark fear forms that assail. The way we diminish divine omnipresence is by conjuring thought, plunging us in deep trance ~ dream life ego begot. The way we diminish our innate blissfulness is stifling throb of love, choosing separation ~ head-heart not hand in glove. The way we diminish our soul's luminescence is addiction to fear, trauma...

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