Tag Archives: Maya Angelou

Haiku Friday – Change & Mind

19 Aug

Happy Haiku Friday!


Change and Mind are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

Maya Angelou is a poet that I greatly admire. She wasn’t perfect. Her life wasn’t perfect, but she was a strong woman and she rose from impossible circumstances to become an epic role model to all women. Her words are empowering, beautiful, and touching.

“I’m grateful for being here, for being able to think, for being able to see, for being able to taste, for appreciating love – for knowing that it exists in a world so rife with vulgarity, with brutality and violence, and yet love exists. I’m grateful to know that it exists.”

~Maya Angelou.

In All Ways A Woman – A Poem by Maya Angelou (Poem Hunter)

In my young years I took pride in the fact that luck was called a lady. In fact, there were so few public acknowledgments of the female presence that I felt personally honored whenever nature and large ships were referred to as feminine. But as I matured, I began to resent being considered a sister to a changeling as fickle as luck, as aloof as an ocean, and as frivolous as nature. The phrase ‘A woman always has the right to change her mind’ played so aptly into the negative image of the female that I made myself a victim to an unwavering decision. Even if I made an inane and stupid choice, I stuck by it rather than ‘be like a woman and change my mind.’

Being a woman is hard work. Not without joy and even ecstasy, but still relentless, unending work. Becoming an old female may require only being born with certain genitalia, inheriting long-living genes and the fortune not to be run over by an out-of-control truck, but to become and remain a woman command the existence and employment of genius. Read on . . . 

My poem today was inspired by her . . . 

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Amazing women

Live with many thoughts

Like the play of moons and suns

Will certainly change the tides

A woman will change her mind

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Have a great day!

Writer’s Quote Wednesday

8 Jul

Hello everyone! Welcome to Writer’s Quote Wednesday hosted by Colleen from Silver Threading. If you’d like to participate stop by Colleen’s blog for all the details.

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I’ve done a great deal of research on successful writers and people in general trying to figure out some kind of formula for success. What I found surprised me at first, but then, the more I thought about it the more it made sense. As I read about these people and studied their rise to fame and fortune I noticed a few similarities between them. I believe that what they shared in common is the key to their success.

Now, do I want fame and fortune? Do I want to rub elbows with celebrities and have my own reality TV show? I’d take the fortune, I mean, who wouldn’t want to have enough money to make a difference in their life and the lives of their loved ones? Do I want fame? Not so much, although, I would like my writing to be known and enjoyed all over the world. Am I being contradictory? Anyway, back to the secret of success. 😉

It isn’t a secret, not really. All you have to do is observe the people that have become successful despite terrible odds. What do they all have in common?

My observations, research, and study have led me to this conclusion. If you want to be successful you must have a positive attitude, confidence in your abilities, and most importantly you must have perseverance.

Of course this is all easier said then done. Sadly, many people will try to discourage you, there will be many bumps on the road to success. You will encounter many defeats but like Maya Angelou said, ‘we must not be defeated’.

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Man Without A Name

24 Sep

Man Without A Name

A very warm welcome to my blog. I hope everyone is having a great week so far. Today I’m featuring the interesting, talented and mysterious poet: Kay Leez. I read her poem Man Without A Name on Google+ and it touched me deeply. Her words haunted me for days. I decided I had to share it.

In her words…

I write only as a means of self-expression – my inspirations coming from both personal and empathetic sources – with the hope that my words resonate and evoke emotions, or become the voice of those who are silent.

I am a Forensic Psychiatric Nurse going for my Masters degree in Psychiatric Nursing, and I also graduated with degrees in English and Biochemistry.

Kay Leez

Man Without A Name

A busy train station, Monday morning rush
Straphangers’ party, hot sweaty crush

I note with hesitation, the lone empty car
Excitement yet dread, I push the doors apart

Glorious sweet warmth, blast at my skin
But the fetid smell envelops me, soon as I step in

Oblivious to the world, asleep on the bench
Tattered and filthy, he exudes the stench

I grimace in disgust, pinching my nose
Swears on my lips, dusting my clothes

My mood turns blue, I take the furthest seat
Impatience begins to rise; I don’t try to be discrete

He’s wakened by the conductor, told he must leave
I sigh with gratitude, exhale with relief

He looks my way, I turn from embarrassment
I try to maintain distance, my look yet arrogant

But there’s something in his face, that catches my eye
The blank stare of defeat, as one ready to die

Don’t know what possesses me, but I follow him out the door
An inexplicable feeling, I don’t care to explore

His gait is unsteady, I am afraid he may fall
Instinctively from behind, I reach out then recall

He wanders along the platform, as though in a daze
From time to time he turns back, and catches my gaze

He probably wonders like I do, why I follow him
Words cannot explain; I am propelled by a whim

Suddenly he collapses, crumples to the ground
I rush forward and grab him; he falls without sound

I cradle him in my lap; he reaches for my face
Not sure what to expect, I stay my place

A gentle soft touch, for such a worn hand
Barely grazing my cheek; a move unplanned

The look in his eyes, brings me to tears
The look of wide wonder, that someone does care

The light of life gradually, begins to fade away
Fear surges over, as I start to pray

His body grows heavy; I hold him on my lap
A blank stare takes over; I know it’s not a nap

My heart is broken, by a stranger I just met
I hold him even closer, as he takes his last breath

Deep sobs rack my body, with disgrace and shame
How could I have been so heartless, to this man without a name?

by Kay Leez
Copyright © 2013 Kay Leez (Whispers). All Rights Reserved.

Read more of Kay Leez’ work here:

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“I think we all have empathy. We may not have enough courage to display it.”

~Maya Angelou