Monthly Archives: May 2014
Glow-in-the-Dark – One Word Photo
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"On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea"
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Maya Angelou – 1928-2014
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Carpe Diem #476, Popol-Vuh (Mayan Mythology, Creation story)
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The Popol-Vuh is a manuscript
in which the Creation
and
other Mayan Mythology stories
are described.
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This episode of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
is about the Creation according to the Popol Vuh.
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There are four deities,
three in a celestial realm
collectively called Tepeu and Heart of Heaven
and
another on the terrestrial plane
called Gucumatz.
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Together,
gods attempted to create living beings
so that they may be praised
and venerated by their creation.
Their first attempts
(animals, mud man, and wooden man)
proved unsuccessful
because
they lacked speech, souls, and intellect.
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“This the Forefathers did,
Tepeu and Gucumatz, as they were called.
After that they began to talk about the creation
and the making of our first mother and father;
of yellow corn and of white corn
they made their flesh;
of cornmeal dough
they made the arms…
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The Poetry Club
The Poetry Club is holding an impromptu Poetry Reading in order to celebrate the life of Ms. Angelou. The chicklets are being allowed to stay up past their bedtime because the party will last well into the night. There will be discussions and songs of farewell to this beloved poet. The chicklets don’t believe in death, as such, they feel that Ms. Angelo has simply gone to a new Coop, to write for different birds, perhaps even new chickens and chicklets. They are happy that she left her words behind, so that the chickens can introduce her to new generations. Rene joined the Poetry Club two days ago. He is still carrying the spoon he found in the kitchen. He is looking forward to the readings later this evening. Meanwhile, the chicklets are preparing treats and getting the stage set up. Sparrow is painting a picture of Ms. Angelo, as…
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The Poetry Club
The Poetry Club is holding an impromptu Poetry Reading in order to celebrate the life of Ms. Angelou. The chicklets are being allowed to stay up past their bedtime because the party will last well into the night. There will be discussions and songs of farewell to this beloved poet. The chicklets don’t believe in death, as such, they feel that Ms. Angelo has simply gone to a new Coop, to write for different birds, perhaps even new chickens and chicklets. They are happy that she left her words behind, so that the chickens can introduce her to new generations. Rene joined the Poetry Club two days ago. He is still carrying the spoon he found in the kitchen. He is looking forward to the readings later this evening. Meanwhile, the chicklets are preparing treats and getting the stage set up. Sparrow is painting a picture of Ms. Angelo, as…
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After the Rain ~ #020 May 2014 – Haiga and Haibun for Phoneography Monday: Subject Choice
A 19 Planets Art Blog 2010/2024
Garden Boundaries
for a moment i watch the early summer stand off. the edge of the composting garden is rich in small life. insects. birds. and other small creatures. creeping. crawling. wiggling and slithering. hopping. darting and flying.
territory is at a premium. occasionally the price is life or death. more often it’s just saving or losing face. the first to blink. or disappear. negotiations often begin with a stand off. higher and lower ranking, size or positions. sometimes a battle ensues.
an anole (a cousin to the gecko) uses camouflage and the ability to change colors and patterning. adapting. to the area where they stand in seconds.
a stand off may involve a stance posture. as well as a throat display—a dewlap. that can be shot outward in a relatively flat half circle arc as large or larger then the head of the anole when viewed from the side…
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The Passing of an American Icon
Today feminist women, poets and African Americans lost one of our brightest shining stars. Maya Angelou passed today. She was found dead in her home. Maya has deeply enriched the literary world with her books such as I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. I was a big fan of her tremendous work. Her autobiographies are am inspiring and continuing narratives of our age. Maya was a passionate worker for Civil Rights. Ms. Angelou was named Poet Laureate and read her poem, On the Pulse of Morning, at President Clinton’s inauguration.
Maya Angelou was a woman who rose up out of her southern childhood and the way a house can hurt or heal a child. She wrote about Africa and she sang the praises of sensuality. She gave words of wisdom to the world from the lessons she learned.
Her poetry is inspiring and moving. Her words took you into her heart and soul. When she read her work, tears always came to my eyes. I know that with her passing, we have lost a great woman. A woman who cared about everything and everyone. I would encourage anyone who has not read some of her work to do so because it will enrich your soul and mind.
Essays: Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now
Poetry: On the Pulse of Morning
Shaker, Why Don’t you Sing?
Phenomenal Woman
The Poetry of Maya Angelou
And Still I Rise
Autobiography: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
The Heart of a Woman
All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes
Her books are available in book stores and at Amazon and on Kindle.
Maya Angelou was a writer, a freedom fighter, a lover of life, a survivor of violence, a believer in personal freedom. You could “catch her spirit” just reading her words. She was an elegant woman, and a tough street girl. She was proud of being Black and celebrated her life, the joys, the triumphs, heartbreak and passion.

Poet Maya Angelou
miss rosie
when i watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting, surrounded by the smell
of two old potato peels
or
when I watch you
in your old man’s shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting, waiting for your mind
like next week’s grocery
I say
when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be
( the best looking gal in Georgia )
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up
through your destruction
I stand up
America
The gold of her promise
has never been mined
Her borders of justice
not clearly defined
Her crops of abundance
the fruit and the grain
Have not fed the hungry
not eased that deep pain
Her proud declarations
are leaves on the wind
Her southern exposure
black death did befriend
Discover this country
dead centuries cry
Erect noble tablets
where none can decry
she kills her bright future
and rapes for a sound
Then entraps her children
with legends untrue
I beg you
Discover this country. —Maya Angelou

Rest in Peace,
Maya Angelou
“Oh, pray my wings are gonna fit me well.” —Maya Angelou
Maya, you left us today at 86 years of age. Your wings fit you very well. God/Goddess thank you for lending her to us for the last eighty six years. She was a gift of spirit and heart.

Maya Angelou asked for us to pray for
President Obama

Tulip Street
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