The Lost Poems Of Maya Angelou

I can't get enough of poetry. Man, oh man! I love it! I do! I love poetry so much I wish I could marry it. But I'm already married. I love poetry so much I wish I could buy it a steak dinner. Poetry is so wordy and stuff like that. I love stuff like that. (Which is why I love poetry.)

I love poetry so much I wish I could go to Disneyland with it and ride the Matterhorn. We'd scream and laugh and then stand in line for another ride. Me and poetry. After a long day of fun, we'd drive back home. Poetry would fall asleep in the car while holding the balloon I bought it.

WHICH IS WHY...

I'm so happy I found a small book in my backyard as I was not watering. We're not allowed to water here in Southern California because we're in a drought. We're allowed to play with the hose and stuff, we just can't turn it on. It's fun to hear the dead grass crunch under your feet.

So there I was, not watering and crunching dead grass, when I spotted a small journal. I don't know how long it's been there, but it must have been years. The grass was too green and lush and alive for me to see it. But not anymore. Thank goodness for crunchy, dead grass!

The book was dirty. I don't mean dirty as in naughty. I mean it had dirt on it. And dead grass.

I opened it up and to my surprise it said, "Property of Maya Angelou." (I don't mean that the book spoke those words. It was written there.)

Inside were a bunch of hand-written poems. I don't know how many Maya Angelous there are out there. But I think these were written by THE Maya Angelou. I can't prove it. I'm just saying...

So, I read a few of the poems and thought I'd share some of them with you. Here they are. See if you can spot a theme...

THE ROAD

Weeping mournfully I uttered nothing

Lips pursed in quiet silence trickled

The man in the hat

The man in the hat

Greeting muted passings on the long long road

Meaning

Meaning

Running clippingly as fresh baked yams mocked gleefully

Meaning

Meaning

Strong were the words of solitude

Anger at their mention

Hatred like a doo doo.

Meaning

Meaning

INTO NOTHING

Corn knows no other way

It cannot grab with fleshy paws

It cannot sing the song of the perennial

Corn knows no other way

Corn knows no other

Corn knows no

Corn knows

Corn

Cor

Co

C

Doo doo

HELVECTOR ENVONSO

June bug, crackerteeth and crow

Why?

He devised his own

Out of his own

June bug!

The long shadows weeping iridescent globules while their own voices shattered and rambled but un-noisily, un-willingly, un-applogetically, un-to and un-der the OTHERS who themselves sat lazily and doo doo.