Maya Angelou

[Problem Child]

has the most irritating voice I've heard in a long time.

James Earl Jones has one of the most fascinating.

Funny how they sort of resemble each other, no?

 

[Private Vasquez]

I rise...

I think he's her father

 

[red_rose]

has the most irritating voice I've heard in a long time.

James Earl Jones has one of the most fascinating.

Funny how they sort of resemble each other, no?

I think JEJ would make a better looking woman...

 

[riff]

LOL

hehehehehe

 

[Tantanah]

Maya Angelou is a phenomenal woman.
James Earl JOnes has a very sexy voice.

 

[red_rose]

Maya Angelou is a phenomenal woman.
James Earl JOnes has a very sexy voice.

Yeah... he used to answer my 4-1-1 calls through Verizon. Haven't heard his voice in a while... I'm starting to think he's found something better to do...

 

[Monazwx]

Originally posted by Tantanah
Maya Angelou is a phenomenal woman.
James Earl JOnes has a very sexy voice.

I agree, JEJ is a very sexy MAN. If he read Maya's poems to me, I would be in heaven.

 

[Laurel]

I've never heard Maya Angelou speak. Like her work, though. JEJ rocks my socks.

Nelly (the dude, not Furtado) has a voice I could lose myself in. He's on my radio now.

 

[seXieleXie]

she's writing for hallmark now

 

[KillerMuffin]

Nelly is about the only reason to like rap.

In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty hot and horny so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
Boo, as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on
(Know that it's on)
I peep something comin towards me up the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
Yellin I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you boo from way over there


nummie.

 

[Laurel]

He's easy on the eyes, too.

lexie - are you serious?

 

[red_rose]

she's writing for hallmark now

I see that and raise you a

Her cards are corny... she is selling herself short to make a buck, IMHO.

 

[seXieleXie]

dead serious laurel

 

[JazzManJim]

Though my personal knowledge of poetry is rather small, I've never been impresed with Angelou. I've always thought that she wasn't worth the hype given to her. There's been a lot better by far.

This Hallmark thing doesn't surprise me.

 

[seXieleXie]

Though my personal knowledge of poetry is rather small, I've never been impresed with Angelou. I've always thought that she wasn't worth the hype given to her. There's been a lot better by far.

"Still I Rise"

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

 

[seXieleXie]

"Phenomenal Woman"

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

 

[seXieleXie]

"Rememberance"

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.

 

[seXieleXie]

"Touched by An Angel"

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
------


i think it's absolutely sad that this much talent had to sell her art to a greeting card company.

 

[JazzManJim]

[Bi think it's absolutely sad that this much talent had to sell her art to a greeting card company. [/B]

Hon, I"m sorry I don't see the greatness in her you see. I read what she's written and I see an extended Hallmark Card. I've thought that about her work for some time.

 

[red_rose]

Love it love it love it.

Thank you for posting that, lexie.

I know this is a bit off topic (as is every post on this thread!), but one of my faves is Nikki Giovanni...

Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day
By Nikki Giovanni

Don't look now

I'm fading away

Into the gray of my mornings

Or the blues of every night

Is it that my nails

keep breaking

Or maybe the corn

on my secind little piggy

Things keep popping out

on my face

or

of my life

It seems no matter how

I try I become more difficult

to hold

I am not an easy woman

to want

They have asked

the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . . politicians and social workers

What this decade will be

known for

There is no doubt . . . it is

loneliness

 

[red_rose]

Hon, I"m sorry I don't see the greatness in her you see. I read what she's written and I see an extended Hallmark Card. I've thought that about her work for some time.

...it might be a woman thing. *shrugs*

 

[seXieleXie]

it's okay red rose, jmj and i disagree quite a bit over poetry. he's just a philistine

 

[Guest]

Thanks, leXie...

 

[YogiBare]

lexie and foxie

Thanks so much for posting some of Angelou's work. I think that she's incredible.

Laurel, I'm not so upset about her doing Hallmark. We've all got to make a living and being a poet doesn't pay extremely well.