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 May 2018 Rahama
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 *******,
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.
 May 2018 Rahama
Mary-Eliz
I guess poetry
is like
that at times

whether or
not
we try for
rhymes

when she's quiet
decides to snub

do we go after
her
with a club

do we do
that
to our muse

is there such
a thing
as muse abuse

guilty here
sometimes

but is that
really
such a crime

cough it up
I know
it's there

it's there
somewhere

do not be
stubborn

come on
now

you know
you
know how

and I did not
stutter


out comes
the club
a threat

I'll get something
out of you
yet


but

nothing
               nada
                       zilch

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I happened upon this quote and love it. I had to do *something* with it!
 May 2018 Rahama
Bobcat
Flower Shop.
 May 2018 Rahama
Bobcat
I spent
My last $20
On you.
I hope
You like
What I got you.

I know
They're not
The nicest ones there,
But I,
Wanted to show
That I was thinking bout you.

I know that,
Times have been
Tough for you,
And I
Know that this
Wont make everything right.
But I've been thinking bout you.

And with
Every petal that falls
I hope you
Know that it's
Every thought I have bout you.

Yes I
I love you.
 May 2018 Rahama
Dark n Beautiful
Death came too soon:
To be precise on a Saturday afternoon
it ended or did it not?

To all who knew her felt the pain?
But what lead up to that hour: was a crying shame
Her eyes were full of life
Her heart bled for her offspring
Right up to her last dying breath
It ***** to keep a secret,
Jealousy is a disease, fear is mind killer
a killer was on the loose.

Two deaths, two stories
Double sins, double tragedy
But, oh, the feeling she left behind,
The questions, no answers, so little time to reflect
Humanity is sickened by one horrific headline after another
I wondered who is going to be next:
I trust my life to an earthquake more than to any lover
Raged like rough sea, against the salty rocks,
Holding on like sea ***** never letting go,

1 Corinthians 15:54, 55:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”


To the one they left behind,
To the one who weep at the open graves,
To the one who silently stood by?
And never give a helping hand,

To the ones who knew these kind of persons
And stay silent: isolation is also a killer;
To the ones who grieves and respond to loss
A mother who loss her daughter:
Two death, two untold stories..
 May 2018 Rahama
Mary-Eliz
some gifts our mothers
gave us we seem sometimes
to forget

not the teachings of how to be
kind or safe

not even the gift of love

that...

we don't usually mistake

though quite important
not her wise advice

not her bedtime kisses or
soft lullabies

all these we usually
give much sway

rightly so we should
be thankful each day

but...

I wonder if when you

look in the mirror
do you see her within

is she in your
eyes or your smile

do you have the
same shade of skin

did she give you
her sense of humor

did she give you
her laugh or her voice

do you see her hands
when you look at your own

of course, for these
she had no choice

still...

how you walk
stand
or sit

your height
and
your size

your color of hair

your color of eyes

all these and more
she gave you
by being a lover or wife

and giving to you
the greatest gift
the amazing gift of life.
My mother's been gone many years, but every once in awhile I catch myself using an expression of hers, seeing her hands or some other feature in myself. I think maybe these are the things one ponders more when their mother is no longer alive. Happy Mothers' Day, Mom!
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