Archive for the ‘Maya Angelou’ Tag

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me   3 comments

Painting of a Painting-2-72Painting On Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all

Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn’t frighten me at all

Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don’t frighten me at all

Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn’t frighten me at all.

I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won’t cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild

Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don’t frighten me at all.

That new classroom where
Boys all pull my hair
(Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls)
They don’t frighten me at all.

Don’t show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I’m afraid at all
It’s only in my dreams.

I’ve got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.

Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.

Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

— Maya Angelou

Posted June 24, 2020 by kenneturner in Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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Birdfeeder   Leave a comment

Birdfeeder-art-72Birdfeeder — Photo-Artistry by kenne

If you don’t like something, change it.

If you can’t change it, change your attitude.

— Maya Angelou

Mixed Media Layers   Leave a comment

Chime-3541 Mixed Media blogMixed Media Digital Art by kenne

“You may not control all of the events happen to you,
but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”

— Maya Angelou

Squirrel On A Park Bench   2 comments

squirrel-on-park-bench-october-2013-8458-blogSquirrel On A Park Bench — Image by kenne

“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.”

—Maya Angelou

Posted December 8, 2016 by kenneturner in Information, Nikon D800, Photography

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Capturing The Moment — Rainbow At Sunset   1 comment

Rainbow (1 of 1) blogThe Sun Has Gone Down, Leaving Behind A Little Rainbow (August 14, 2014) — Image by kenne

The thing to do, it seems to me,

is to prepare yourself

so you can be a rainbow

in somebody else’s cloud.

Somebody who may not look like you.

May not call God

the same name you call God –

if they call God at all.

I may not dance your dances

or speak your language.

But be a blessing to somebody.

That’s what I think.

–Maya Angelou

Mother And Daughter — Love Liberates   2 comments

Road Trip, Wisconsin, St John's, Joy's Birthday, GreuneJoy and Her Mom, Virginia –“I am living, I remember you.” (Image by kenne)

I am living,
I love you,
I remember you,
I am you.

You liberated me,
You will never die
You are the spirit,
You are eternal.

— kenne

*****

“love. 
she liberated me to life, 
she continued to do that. 
and when she was in her final sickness
i went out to san francisco 
and the doctor said she had 3 weeks to live, 
i asked her 
“would you come to north carolina?” 
she said yes. 
she had emphysema and lung cancer, 
i brought her to my home. 
she lived for a year and a half 
..and when she was finally in extraneous 
she was on oxygen and fighting cancer for her life 
and i remembered her liberating me, 
and i said i hoped i would be able to liberate her, 
she deserved that from me. 
she deserved a great daughter 
and she got one. 

so in her last days, i said 
“i understand some people need permission to go…
as i understand it you may have done what god put you here to do. 
you were a great worker, 
you must’ve been a great lover 
cause a lot of men and if I’m not wrong 
maybe a couple of woman risked their lives to love you. 
you were a piss poor mother of small children 
but a you were great mother of young adults, 
and if you need permission to go, 
i liberate you”. 

and i went back to my house, 
and something said go back —
i was in my pajamas, 

i jumped in my car and ran
and the nurse said “she just gone”.

you see love liberates. 
it doesn’t bind, love says i love you. 
i love you if you’re in china, 
i love you if you’re across town, 
i love you if you’re in harlem, 
i love you. 

i would like to be near you, 
i would like to have your arms around me 
i would like to have your voice in my ear 
but that’s not possible now, 
i love you so go. 
love liberates it doesn’t hold. that’s ego. 

love liberates.” 

― Maya Angelou

 

You are a function of this total galaxy,
bounded by the milky way,
and this galaxy is a function of all other galaxies.
You are that vast thing that you see far off, far off with great telescopes.
You look and look and look,
and one day you are going to wake up and say,
“why, that’s me!” 

And in knowing that,
you know that you never die.
You are the eternal thing that comes and goes
that appears now as John Jones, now as Mary Smith,
now as Betty Brown and so it goes, forever and ever and ever.” 

~Alan Watts 

Yes, She Was A Phenomenal Woman!   4 comments

Texas blues singer, Ruthie Foster singing Maya Angelou’s poem,”Phenomenal Woman.”

Phenomenal Woman

BY MAYA ANGELOU

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
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
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
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 for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

 

Split Rock — “The Rock Cries Out To Us Today”   1 comment

Green Mountain TrailSplit Rock — Image by kenne

The Rock Cries Out To Us Today

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers–
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot…
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours–your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes,
Into your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning. 

Maya Angelou
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