Maya Angelou (4 April 1928)

''The best Heart doctor:
Dr. Maya Angelou''

To not understand Maya Angelo, is to not be connected. For all who cant except a woman hand picked to speak at a presidential inauguration must be nuts. Give Maya her respect that is due to her. She may not be Shakespear, thats because shes Maya Angelo.

I was really impressed when I first read this poem, that's why I've decided to write an essay about it at school. Personally I think we have a mixture of both birds, sometimes when our life is running quite well, we feel as the free bird did, but when we pass through a bad moment or conflict we feel as caged birds trapped in our own prision with no way out. And the only way of surviving is trying to break those 'bars of rage' or shouting and singing until someone can listen to us.

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!

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

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

Simply put. Beautiful

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

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

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.