Maya Angelou: the B.O. of Poetry

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In a touching tribute to the recently deceased celebrated poet, Maya Angelou, president Barack Obama didn’t spare elevated epithets, praising her as “the Barack Obama of poetry” and taking a few ceremonial selfies with his cell phone, having the poet’s portrait as the backdrop.

The portrait behind Barack Obama features the politically correct depiction of Maya Angelou, his staunchest ally and advocate, holding the first black president in her arms like her beloved child, with the symbolic representation of a “fundamentally transformed” America in the background.

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Grimly Forming

Grace Slick & The Great Society 1966

I looked out my window –
A cloud was grimly forming…
Waiting for the rain I saw,
the one dark cloud forming.
The soldiers paid no heed,
I could hear their hollow laughter.
Down the hill in pairs and threes
The Red Cross girls came after.

Gypsies, drunk and roaring
with their ribbon sabres flying,
in its tangled jungle mess
a bat was softly crying.
The beggars came to find
that there was nobody buying.

I looked out my window –
a cloud was grimly forming.
Waiting for the rain I saw,
the dark clouds forming.
The soldiers paid no heed,
I could hear their hollow laughter,
and waiting for the rain
I saw the gypsies marching after…

Written by Peter Van Gelder

Triptych

 
Here the soil is barren
Here, nothing grows but crosses

They know not what they do
You – your forgiveness falls as dew…

Nailed upon a wooden frame
Twisted yet unbroken
Open mouthed, a silent choir:
Understood, unspoken
Never was there heard a sound
Until the heavens opened

Now the tide is turning
To other-wordly yearning
Through the sun’s eclipse seems final
Surely he will rise again…