Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

On Saturday, March 5, 2011 0 comments

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.

TOP 10 VALENTINE POEMS TO SHOW YOUR LOVE

On Sunday, February 6, 2011 0 comments

Love poems supplement the positive, regretful reason to all lovers upon Valentine’s Day. Read the following 10 classical adore poems, created by important poets. You can allude to or get desirous to have your own.

Love Poem 1

A Special WorldA special universe for we as well as me
A special down payment the single cannot see
It wraps us up in the cocoon
And binds us fiercely in the womb.

Its fingers widespread similar to excellent spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like well-spoken thread it binds us fast
Bonds similar to this have been meant to last.

And yet during times the thread might break
A brand new the single forms in the wake
To connect us closer as well as keep us strong
In the special world, where we belong.
– Sheelagh Lennon –

Love Poem 2

An EntrapmentMy love, we have attempted with all my being
to learn the form allied to thine own,
though zero seems worthy;

we know right divided because Shakespeare could not
review his adore to the summer’s day.
It would be the crime to malign the beauty
of such the quadruped as thee,
to simply expel divided the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
either it earthy or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But we do not instruct release.
we instruct to stay entrapped forever.
With we for all eternity.
Our hearts, regularly as one.
– Anthony Kolos –

Love Poem 3

If we could have only the single wish,
we would instruct to arise up everyday
to the receptive to advice of your exhale upon my neck,
the regard of your lips upon my cheek,
the reason of your fingers upon my skin,
as well as the feel of your heart violence with mine…
Knowing which we could never find which feeling
with any one alternative than you.

– Courtney Kuchta –
Love Poem 4

What we Love About You

we adore the approach we demeanour during me,
Your eyes so splendid as well as blue.
we adore the approach we lick me,
Your lips so soothing as well as smooth.

we adore the approach we have me so happy,
And the ways we uncover we care.
we adore the approach we say, “I Love You,”
And the approach you’re regularly there.

we adore the approach we reason me,
Always promulgation chills down my spine.
we adore which we have been with me,
And blissful which we have been mine.
– Crystal Jansen –

Love Poem 5

A peaceful word similar to the hint of light,
Illuminates my soul
And as any receptive to advice goes deeper,
It’s YOU which creates me whole

There is no corner, no dim place,
YOUR LOVE cannot fill
And if the universe starts causing waves,
It’s your friendship which creates them still

And approbation we regularly verbalise to me,
In honeyed probity as well as truth
Your caring heart keeps out the rain,
YOUR LOVE, the idealisation roof

So appreciate we my Love for being there,
For ancillary me, my life
I’ll do the same for you, we know,
My Beautiful, Darling Wife.
– David G. Kelly –

Love Poem 6

You’re my man, my clever king,
And I’m the valuables in your crown,
You’re the object so prohibited as well as bright,
I’m your light-rays resplendent down,

You’re the sky so immeasurable as well as blue,
And I’m the white clouds in your chest,
I’m the stream purify as well as pure,
Who in your sea finds her rest,

You’re the towering outrageous as well as high,
I’m the hollow immature as well as wide,
You’re the physique organisation as well as strong,
And I’m the rib bone upon your side,

You’re an eagle drifting high,
I’m your feathers light as well as brown,
You’re my man, my aristocrat of kings,
And I’m the valuables in your crown.

– Nima Akbari –

Love Poem 7

Never Have we FallenYour lips verbalise soothing sweetness
Your reason the cold caress
we am mislaid in your magic
My heart beats inside of your chest

we consider of we any morning
And mental condition of we any night
we consider of your arms being around me
And cannot demonstrate my delight

Never have we fallen
But we am fast upon my way
You reason the heart in your hands
That has never prior to been since away
– Rex A. Williams –

Love Poem 8

Your Namewe wrote your name in the sky,
though the breeze blew it away.
we wrote your name in the sand,
though the waves cleared it away.
we wrote your name in my heart,
as well as perpetually it will stay.
– Jessica Blade –

Love Poem 9

Love Is …Love is the biggest feeling,
Love is similar to the play,
Love is what we feel for you,
Each as well as each day,
Love is similar to the smile,
Love is similar to the song,
Love is the good emotion,
That keeps us starting strong,
we adore we with my heart,
My physique as well as my soul,
we adore the approach we keep loving,
Like the adore we can’t control,
So recollect when your eyes encounter mine,
we adore we with all my heart,
And we have poured my complete essence in to you,
Right from the really start.
– Meghan –

Love Poem 10

I Will Love You Foreverwe adore we so deeply,
we adore we so much,
we adore the receptive to advice of your voice
And the approach which we touch.
we adore your comfortable smile
And your kind, courteous way,
The happiness which we bring
To my hold up each day.
we adore we today
As we have from the start,
And I’ll adore we forever
With all of my heart.

– Amanda Nicole Martinez –

Sometimes Life Hurts

On Friday, February 4, 2011 0 comments

Life is not a bed of roses
joy and sorrow fills each day.
Sometimes the sky is blue
other times it may be gray.

Trials are inevitable
and we all experience pain.
Dark clouds hang over our heads
and sunshine is replaced by rain.

Trouble interrupts our lives
and sickness comes sometimes.
There are deep valleys to tread
and rugged hills to climb.

We each face disappointments
and death snatches our loved ones.
Our peace is disturbed by disasters
and we have nowhere to turn.

Many tears of sorrow we shed
and sometimes we ask why?
Even when we do our best
our dreams fade and die.

Sometimes life hurts badly
but we press on anyway.
It is our faith that substains us
and our hope for a brighter day.
~ Lenora McWhorter ~
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Coming at You

On Monday, January 31, 2011 0 comments

Starting small

Coming at you

Fireworks crashing through the night

Floating seeds

Flocks of birds like

Bursts of arrows in a spray

Motorway bridges

Bloody midges

Kids on bikes or roller blades

Cambered roads

Racing drivers

Crowds that walk the other way

Shower heads

Letterboxes

Coming at you, bills to pay

Spiky rain

Avalanches

Objects on the carriageway

Gusty wind

Flashing mirrors

Motorbikes on sunny days

Sparky fire

Stinging rain

Coming at you, blinding rays

Words of Strangers

(Yada Yada Yada)

‘How are you today?’ they say

‘It’s you I’m talking to’ they say.


And, oh, the sweetness in a softened bed,

the pulse of sleep, deep sleep and half asleep;

a dream is coming at you, coming in you,

along the spindle of a gyroscope


and, in a drowthy half-light of a sleep,

golden threads of dreams come swirling through

coming at you, here’s one you made earlier;

preposterous, astonishing: right at you.


So, listen, in a crack between two worlds

where busy half-lid dreamers do their stuff,

coming at you, morning eyes are flickering

and, coming at you, birds fly out from turrets

and, coming at you, moonlit objects knocking.

Knock knock. The water pipes are warming up.

Andrew before birth:

On Friday, January 28, 2011 0 comments

imagine he’s sitting at a table

in a kitchen with hams hanging on hooks

and eggs a-frying (garlic and fennel)


- in a time before time - with a small sun

burgeoning outside - lifting the sky

(and a vigilant hare) into listening heart.


Around that scrubbed table sit three people;

the son of my second son’s unborn son,

an old man who’s been here before â€" and a


tweed bedecked lady, lipsticked and twinkling,

holding a cigarette and whiskey glass.

‘What will it be?’ says the old man, earnest


as an owl. ‘Performer.’ says the lady

‘Stand-up or West End â€" he might make it big!’

“A hero,’ says the boy ‘master or leader!’


Andrew’s head drops and the man simply smiles.

‘They need me’ says Andrew ‘my cross will be

heavy. Down’s Syndrome for me, mate, let’s go.’

Les Miserables

On Wednesday, January 26, 2011 0 comments

‘Musical please!’ says Andrew

‘What will it be? Maybe Cats,

Chitty, Chitty Bang, Bang or

Joseph â€" a good one, please - a favourite!’

We sit eating breakfast,

porridge, like Bears in a story.


Loudly, he soars into ‘Les Mis’

‘He’s like the son I might have known!’


Sudden tears pour volcanoes of water

as my throat drops on-down into wells;

‘the son I might have known’ sees much further

than any old heartless ambition

and an angel carousing beside me

smiles from his face like the sun.

Revelation

On Monday, January 24, 2011 0 comments

Flicking on a little switch - electricity

surges somehow out of darkness into light â€" !kapow!

my room ignites in sunshine, even

throwing shadow out from ghostly pillows.


How I trust that switch - and how I’d love a key,

or gizmo, shocking realization;

illuminating (simply by touching a button)

personal power, light and clarity!


The bugger is - it’s not like that;

I can’t locate a switch for insight

or a tool transforming sense.


Give me, O give me, awareness

so that irises flex and my waggling tongue

is led by a heartbeat thudding through chambers of truth.

Insect

On Friday, January 21, 2011 0 comments

In a brown hotel room my heart still beats.

I flushed a small black fly down the loo;

it swirled and gurgled, floats like a dot.

(I may flick it out from predictable spin

recover it pointlessly) like memories

laid kicking and insect-like, slowly turning.

Years ago I saw a huge bug battle for life;

a bluebottle whizzed on its back interminably.

But for now I recycle time, rotating words,

on reclaimed paper with recycled ink.

Outside, cars hum; remaking a buzzing

of insects as life-blood - now fuel, and oil.

Everything rotates (except while tears blub

or eyes flash or sweat breaks:) when I smile at a truth.

Al

On Tuesday, January 18, 2011 0 comments

An old mate called Al
studied intently
the Gurdjieff movements
for one and a half decades:

intricate dancing
clear little head-turns
dervishes’ fingers,
hands, feet and eyeballs.

At Christmas time he suggested
carving silence on his inside,
tiny and sweet like a still-point
(in the eye of a tornado)’s
the most amazing thing he learned:
hollowed be thy name.

Woodburner Glamour

On Sunday, January 16, 2011 0 comments

Roaring hot and hard today;
heart of orange, lumber, flame
fed by hand and fed by draught,
breathe and splutter, have a laugh.

See through my window
bellowing shadow,
feel my face shining,
hear my voice singing;

guffaw a minute,
take without effort,
always adore me,
eagerly gaze at me:
red-hot I’m bolder,
blue and I’m colder.

Choice

On Friday, January 14, 2011 0 comments

Inexorable logic on logic
plotting formulae into my spreadsheet
with cause-effect, sine-wave, a particle,
pi - on and on â€" such an effort

but I’m born of melody, mixed
out of salt into soup, grown of sunlight;
a writhing, a forcing, a molecule
grabbing for first breath at midnight.

According to Ralph Waldo Emerson,
a Daemon stands beside me,
an anchor, idealising, destiny

and that is surely how I’ll know
a good friend from a sour one,
the dark side of the moon or balmy sun.

Heating oil for the last supper

On Tuesday, January 11, 2011 0 comments

Outta oil, our tank ran empty
through the coldest winter in a century;
snow’s about and a shortage of oil,
t’wagons can’t get through at all!

I had to sweet-talk big Mr Bigshot,
told ‘im tank were empty, we were out,
and only when he heard my missus hullabaloo
did he say he’d ‘see what he could do’.

Next day, there t’was â€" a big lorry
and he half-filled our tank, bless his trousers,
though yet there’s no spark, there’s no heat here.

But, when I crack the tightest nut in all of history,
the oil bleeds a tear, has a weep, flames away
and our hands warm together â€" blessed be.

Give & Take

On Saturday, January 8, 2011 0 comments

Today â€" hooray - my diary has gaps,
I’m trusting it’s an easy day,
tittle-tattle with some chaps,
I’ve time to spare and rest and, even, play;

when Dave steps in the room,
miserable loon
‘I got news for you!’
handshake, troubles, dear, oh dear

and Stevie had a crisis,
I thought that we had cracked it
but Mark sat down
with spreadsheet, frown;
all in all, I’ve gotta shrug and laugh:
this is this - (and this and me and they) - move this to that.

A Container

On Friday, January 7, 2011 0 comments

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Mobiles on the train

On Tuesday, January 4, 2011 0 comments

Forgetting how to pray
we rabbit-on instead, lifting
mobile phones in praise
- a modern way of living.

Projecting words as kind-of-truth,
wagging tongues flap on - and on again;
speaking sometimes softly, sometimes rough,
with every song from worry, sorry, joy or sadness, pain.

Praying now I see
cold snow reach out so far
along England’s dusk. It’s Winter and a train
guard calls ‘I apologise’ again, again.

Broken promises! I’m only half aware he’s hoping for
a nod, a yes, responding to a tiny hope, his prayer.

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