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MY TRIBUTE WRITTEN COMPOSED PIECE TO MAYA ANGELOU
| Posted on May 31, 2014 at 5:12 PM |
 MY TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU MAYA How do you
know, I ask you
again, How do you
know about this news, About this
spiritual soul, They say that
she took her flight to the heavens, A flight to
the heavens, Say that again, Who? Maya Angelo, That is what
is said, Someone said
that her works, her missions, her everything here was
finished, Finished I
say again, And so they said
that then she just up and left, Left all she
matriculated here, all that she had ever accomplished through out the pages of
history, and time, For mankind
to moan, groan, Weep about
and pray, Why if you
talk to some others you will find that It is the
marking of a grand celebration, Now tell me
just how celebrating someone who is now dead a
celebration someone did ask, In fact, Explain to
me what you mean by this, Is what was asked, And said, This
celebration is for the soul of a poet, Quite
remarkable indeed, Gone to meet
Sweet Jesus, Gone to rest
her head with his, For most all,
the interpretation is simply called dead, But for me
instead, I see her
with those golden fingers still writing new intelligent, Angelic
pieces for the angels to speak out loud above the luminous Clouds, While
walking down the golden streets as they pass saints, You know who
saints are right, Those are
the folks who lives became inspirations to the dust people, Us I say, Us, Why when she
broke through those heavenly realms, The cheers
were so loud, and thunderous, Why the
celebration there sent water raindrops all the way down here, It did rain,
here I say, For a couple
of days, You know it
rained down here all the way around the world, But in
heaven, She now has
her words flowing, Telling the
glorious experiences there on forever non expiring paper, As the saints
of all times gather to hear what next angelic verses she may put together with
the angelic saintly intelligence that she will forever display, Why even Sweet
Jesus stops what He is doing to listen to whatever she might
compose and say next, We celebrate
your lovely soul, We honor and
reverence the time and space that you filled with your Voice, song,
intelligence, Spoken
words, plays, The embodiment
of the woman you evolved to be and expressed So vividly,
boldly and with undeniable grace, Fashioned
always by the truth almost missed between the messages, The messages
of overcoming of ourselves in order to be crowned by grace, The messages
of unity and love between mankind no matter the races, The messages
of uplifting of the souls, The
acceptance of the struggles, While shocking
others and bursting the views of those who like To live in
their own created bubbles, No one will
ever brace the pages of history as a poet, play wright, talented actress, activist,
like you have, and did, So I end
this honorary solute to you in words by you best said, I rise, I rise, Until I meet
Sweet Jesus, I rise I
rise, Until I
embrace my heavenly, transformed being, I rise I
rise, Until my
home in heaven I walk valiantly, Where I will
forever write poetic messages, With those
golden fingers of mine, Stored in a
place called forever time, I rise, I rise, I rise, I rise! Love Ya MAYA
ANGELOU! POET/Author Thelma Cunningham |
Categories: Poetry
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