Friday, February 27, 2015

Thursday, February 26, 2015

A Phenomenal Woman: Maya Angelo

I discovered this beautiful human being weeks ago.

I love her spirit. Her intelligence. Her elegance. Her personality. Her phenomenal presence.

Here she reveals where these spring from...


Monday, February 16, 2015

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings : MAYA ANGELOU

To us. All of us who share the same nature as human beings.

From MAYA ANGELOU who understands what it is to be fully human. Fully alive!





Sunday, February 15, 2015

Keep Alive. Anwar Ibrahim!

For each woman and each man is a yearning to be more than one can be each day alive.

That is difficult enough.

Imagine another woman.

Another man.

Setting up obstacles by putting walls around another human being out of fear and envy.

That would be evil.

To all political prisoners of conscience Maya Angelou speaks of hope and courage.

Anwar Ibrahim.

Keep alive!


Fully Alive. Fully Human. Maya Angelou

A wonderful human being.

A catalyst. A leaven. Teacher. Poet. Writer. Speaker. Actress. Film Director. Human being.

Fully alive. Fully human.

Maya Angelou.


Saturday, February 14, 2015

DESIDERATA read by Richard Burton and Les Crane

Here are two versions of American poet, Max Ehrmann's DESIDERATA.

Read by Richard Burton:



Read by Les Crane:

Friday, February 13, 2015

IF read by Michael Caine, Robert Morley, Dennis Hopper and Martin Harris

IF words can become flesh in the biblical sense, these stirring ones by Rudyard Kipling would make extra-ordinary human beings.

There are four versions. Each has a specific audience in mind. Choose your favourite.








Thursday, February 12, 2015

TREES By Alfred Joyce Kilmer

TREES 
(Published in 1913 |  Poetry : A Magazine of Verse)

Alfred Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.


TREES
Sung by Mario Lanza