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Friday Poem – Phenomenal Woman

In honour of the 2nd anniversary of her death, this week’s “Friday Poem” (and yes, I know it’s Saturday) is Phenomenal Woman by the amazing American poet Maya Angelou.

So this one is for every woman out there – and “always remember you are stronger and braver than you think” (courtesy of Winnie the Pooh – love that silly old bear!)

Phenomenal Woman

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 of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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Friday Poem – Still I Rise

A beautiful poem by Maya Angelou (1928 – ).

Lewis Hamilton has the title hand painted on the back of his helmet this season!phoenix1

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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Friday Poem – My Creed

An inspirational set of words from Laine Parsons:lake wanaka

My Creed

To learn how to live for today.

To understand that I should accept the

things beyond my control, and not take

everything so seriously.

To hold on to courage and hope, and not let

doubt discourage me from doing anything

I aspire to do.

To remember that the world needs the

sunshine of as many smiles as it can get –

and to do my part.

To build bridges instead of walls.

To see the best in others; to acknowledge

their inner beauty with my outer appreciation.

To remember that without friends and loved

ones , my world would be nothing; to be

thankful that with them, it is everything.

To realise that there is an entire lifetime

ahead of me, but precious little time

to be wasted.

To work for my goals, and know that they

can be achieved; and to reach for dreams

with ability, determination and belief.

And finally to know, in the end, that

life will be good to me . . .

if I can do my best

to be good to life.

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Friday Poem – Life’s Most Important Treasures

A little late, but a lovely poem by Maureen Doan

Life’s Most Important Treasures

Joy

in your heart,

your mind,

your soul.

Peace

with yourself

and with the universe.

Harmony.

Courage

to feel, to need,

to reach out.

Freedom

to let yourself

be bound by love.

Friendship.

Wisdom

to learn, to change,

to let go.

Acceptance

of the truth

and beauty within yourself.

Growth.

Pleasure

in all that you see,

and touch,

and do.

Happiness

with yourself

and with the world.

Love.

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Do You Believe in Destiny?

Do you believe that somewhere, out there, in the grand scheme of things your destiny is all mapped out for you?

Do we arrive at points in our life through our own choices, or because it is our destiny?

I believe in destiny.

I believe that whatever choices we make in life, ultimately we will end up where we were meant to – sometimes it just takes a little longer, if we take a detour!

I don’t know who decides our destiny, but I do believe that whatever our journey through life, be it fraught with difficulties or a walk in the park, it is a journey we are given because we can handle it.

I was told once that we are given the life we can handle.

I like to think of that when I am feeling low and feel that the world is against me, it gives me hope and courage to continue and the belief that I am strong enough to handle anything.

 

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Friday Poem – Footprints in the Sand

I had this poem as a poster on my wall at university. It’s very meaningful and something to hold onto when we reach points in our life where we feel we have reached rock bottom.footprints

The author is Mary Stevenson:

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?”

The Lord replied,
“The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints,
is when I carried you.”

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