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"from 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 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 for my care. ’Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me." Impressed  | |||
"from 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 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 for my care. ’Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Impressed "By Maya? You should be...dear man you should be.   | |||
"A million stars up in the sky one shines brighter I can't deny A love so precious a love so true a love that comes from me to Aghhhhhhh"  | |||
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"Very good. A more manly poem by Douglas Adams. I teleported home one night with Rodney, Sid and Meg. Meg stole Rodneys heart away And I got Sydney's leg. Or Spike Milligan Four Echidnas got out of their car And walked up the hill led by Pa When they got to the top Their father cried "Stop! " Please do not lean over too far How far can can we lean? Yes, what do you mean? Oh do show us dear Da No further than than that Said dad and then Splat! He just lay looking up shouting Arghhhhhhh." I adore Spike! | |||
"Try a bit of 'Your laughter' from Pablo Neruda My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life. " Pablo is gifted! | |||
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"I am not going to copy & paste it here but 'A brave and startling truth' is, imho, the work of Maya Angelou at her best. That poem actually changed how I viewed the world. 'Still I rise' is an awesome piece of work too. Her poems carry a particular resonance when you hear the lady herself recite them. She brought more than one lump to my throat over the years." She had hutzpah! | |||
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"Title: Ode to a goldfish. O wet pet. " Ode to Toast, you smell great. | |||
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"Not my favourite but one I just wrote..... Fallen I see the leaves golden and brown, Reflecting the sunlight on the morning dew. With whispy bronze tipped clouds around, The sky still gleams that iridescent blue. As I was walk my senses awaken with the pleasure, Of the feel of the crisp air and bracing breeze. To spend this time, just at my leisure, Listening to the crunch of fallen leaves. Being immersed and surrounded by breathtaking beauties, My thoughts inevitably return to your face, Amidst the drop of the orchard fruit trees, Reminding me of forbidden fruit I long to taste. No matter where I am, I can't escape, the longings of my heart, And like the fallen leaves, strewn by the wind, I wish to be free of the branch from where I start. Yet still I am rooted right where I've been. But like the leaves, deep down I know I've fallen, No longer attached to the tree on which I grew, My old self must now welcome winter and die to be reborn, With memories to cherish and sweet dreams of you. " Really really beautiful...you soppy git. I love it. | |||
"Not my favourite but one I just wrote..... Fallen I see the leaves golden and brown, Reflecting the sunlight on the morning dew. With whispy bronze tipped clouds around, The sky still gleams that iridescent blue. As I was walk my senses awaken with the pleasure, Of the feel of the crisp air and bracing breeze. To spend this time, just at my leisure, Listening to the crunch of fallen leaves. Being immersed and surrounded by breathtaking beauties, My thoughts inevitably return to your face, Amidst the drop of the orchard fruit trees, Reminding me of forbidden fruit I long to taste. No matter where I am, I can't escape, the longings of my heart, And like the fallen leaves, strewn by the wind, I wish to be free of the branch from where I start. Yet still I am rooted right where I've been. But like the leaves, deep down I know I've fallen, No longer attached to the tree on which I grew, My old self must now welcome winter and die to be reborn, With memories to cherish and sweet dreams of you. Really really beautiful...you soppy git. I love it. " | |||
"Not my favourite but one I just wrote..... Fallen I see the leaves golden and brown, Reflecting the sunlight on the morning dew. With whispy bronze tipped clouds around, The sky still gleams that iridescent blue. As I was walk my senses awaken with the pleasure, Of the feel of the crisp air and bracing breeze. To spend this time, just at my leisure, Listening to the crunch of fallen leaves. Being immersed and surrounded by breathtaking beauties, My thoughts inevitably return to your face, Amidst the drop of the orchard fruit trees, Reminding me of forbidden fruit I long to taste. No matter where I am, I can't escape, the longings of my heart, And like the fallen leaves, strewn by the wind, I wish to be free of the branch from where I start. Yet still I am rooted right where I've been. But like the leaves, deep down I know I've fallen, No longer attached to the tree on which I grew, My old self must now welcome winter and die to be reborn, With memories to cherish and sweet dreams of you. Really really beautiful...you soppy git. I love it. "I wrote this one...super cheesy. Beguiling Love and all its smells remind you, Sounds of it cause sighing A shiny carousel of laughter. The door to that world's dying. Waiting at the entrance are the sighs and smiles of youth. The one whose heart you're hunting sits right inside of you. | |||
"Not my favourite but one I just wrote..... Fallen I see the leaves golden and brown..... Really really beautiful...you soppy git. I love it.
I wrote this one...super cheesy.
Beguiling
Love and all its smells remind you,
Sounds of it cause sighing
A shiny carousel of laughter.
The door to that world's dying.
Waiting at the entrance are the sighs and smiles of youth.
The one whose heart you're hunting sits right inside of you.
"That's lovely and contains some beautiful wisdom | |||
"Not my favourite but one I just wrote..... Fallen I see the leaves golden and brown..... Really really beautiful...you soppy git. I love it.
I wrote this one...super cheesy.
Beguiling
Love and all its smells remind you,
Sounds of it cause sighing
A shiny carousel of laughter.
The door to that world's dying.
Waiting at the entrance are the sighs and smiles of youth.
The one whose heart you're hunting sits right inside of you.
That's lovely and contains some beautiful wisdom "I thank you kind Sir. | |||
