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(4 April 1928)

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  • Francois Hoon (6/25/2007 7:45:00 PM)

    From pangs of past, comes character that last...
    What a poem! Great work! You can feel the past hurts and memories lingering in the back, but the victory over these and over life itself rings loud and true!

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  • Ashish Samani (6/3/2007 5:42:00 AM)

    To,
    The Respected Poet,
    That was the best poem on women, I have ever read.

  • Jeff Fleischer (2/27/2007 2:44:00 PM)

    This is a great poem. I hope you enjoy reading my works.
    jeff

  • T J (1/2/2007 8:05:00 AM)

    Simply put. Beautiful

  • Karen Schley (9/28/2006 8:19:00 PM)

    Thank you for your words being the light. I love your work. You are blessed with discernment. May God bless and keep you.
    Always

  • Leon Leonidas (9/20/2006 12:21:00 AM)

    Phenomenal He-man

    Hunky guys wonder where my secret lies.
    I'm not big or built to suit a sport star’s size
    But when I start to tell them,
    They think I'm telling lies.
    I say,
    It's in the whiff from me pits
    And the thickness of me thighs,
    The hardness of me mitts,
    The way me hair lies.
    I'm a he-man
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal he-man,
    That's me.

    I walk into a room
    Just as cool as you please,
    And to a woman,
    The ladies stand or
    Fall down on their knees.
    Then they swarm around me,
    A hive of honey bees.
    I say,
    It's the redness in me eyes,
    And the hair on me chest,
    The way I swing at guys,
    When I give me best.
    I'm a he-man
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal he-man,
    That's me.

    Women 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 stiffness of me neck,
    And the crookedness of me teeth,
    The bulge of me deck,
    The cool that lies beneath.
    I'm a he-man

    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal he-man,
    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 stomp of me boot,
    The grease in my hair,
    That I don’t give a hoot,
    My devil may care,
    'Cause I'm a he-man
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal he-man,
    That's me.

    Leon Leonidas

  • Tapas Bandyopadhaya (9/10/2006 12:44:00 AM)

    I dont see why this poem should be number one. Feminism? As poetry its certainly no great shakes. Certainly 'Love after Love' by Derek Walcott is far superios. To me this poem doesnt deserve to make it to the top 500.

  • Debra Schall (8/12/2006 9:27:00 AM)

    Wow, each time I read Maya's poetry it brings strength to my soul. I've been a fan for over 20 years and still, Phenomenal Woman and I Rise, lift my heart with joy. Thank You Ms. Angelou.

  • Kristin Davis (7/9/2006 4:34:00 PM)

    I am one who wont be caught standing in the sub lines, nor will I stand behind you Maya... I'm right there side by side walkin' every step w/ you adding more rhythm to that 'phenomenal' glide. I've always been an inspired fan of yours. You've always been a personal inspiration to me. A woman who's succeeded to many lengths and proved many unspeakable times just how strong, independent, and truly magnificent she it! This piece along w/ many others Ms Angelou has written, sung, screen played, produced, ect. will never be forgotten and has and will forevermore continue to mold me for who I am today and for who I will be tomorrow!

    *curtsies*
    Kristin Davis

  • A Coleman (2/7/2006 8:51:00 PM)

    Maya Angelou is one of the best poets whose work I ever read. She speaks the truth and brings up many topics that many ignore

Touched by an Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies

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