Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Lovely
Cradle Song by Sarojini Naidu
* One poem that I hope to write one day would be a poem to my child. I would love to write it in a lullabye style so that it could be sung. This poem made me think of how diverse each lullabye can be between different cultures.
Your Love's in Your Heart, and You're Forever in My Heart by Babette Teeth
*Gotta love it when things are straight and to-the-point.
My Heart Sings by Jennifer Burns
* One poem that I hope to write one day would be a poem to my child. I would love to write it in a lullabye style so that it could be sung. This poem made me think of how diverse each lullabye can be between different cultures.
Your Love's in Your Heart, and You're Forever in My Heart by Babette Teeth
*Gotta love it when things are straight and to-the-point.
My Heart Sings by Jennifer Burns
Poems Galore
Quilts by Nikki Giovanni
This is such an intriguing analogy about self value and life's struggles. I really enjoy Giovanni's style and hope to find a lot more from her.
The Star by Ann Taylor
The Last Flight by Kabir
There is a very interesting story behind this author from India. This site includes an English translation included that made me question how true to the original meaning poetry is after being translated..
Fancy by John Keats
Keats seems to take a certain view on women in his poems that I'm not sure that I appreciate...
There's A Moon Inside My Body by Kabir
Buffalo Bill's by E.E. Cummings
I'm not exactly sure whether I appreciate this poem or not. The style is unlike any other that I have ever read and I enjoy it. However, its message I am interpreting in too many differnt ways..
Maggie and Milly and... by E.E. Cummings
April Rain Song by Langston Hughes
All All and All by Dylan Thomas
A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
I played Titania in a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and this piece is dear to me because it brings me back to an exact moment in time.
Carpe Diem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 102 by William Shakespeare
Safe Sex by Donald Hall
* This is one of those titles that makes the body of this piece jump out and the eerie ending has me guessing...
This is such an intriguing analogy about self value and life's struggles. I really enjoy Giovanni's style and hope to find a lot more from her.
The Star by Ann Taylor
The Last Flight by Kabir
There is a very interesting story behind this author from India. This site includes an English translation included that made me question how true to the original meaning poetry is after being translated..
Fancy by John Keats
Keats seems to take a certain view on women in his poems that I'm not sure that I appreciate...
There's A Moon Inside My Body by Kabir
Buffalo Bill's by E.E. Cummings
I'm not exactly sure whether I appreciate this poem or not. The style is unlike any other that I have ever read and I enjoy it. However, its message I am interpreting in too many differnt ways..
Maggie and Milly and... by E.E. Cummings
April Rain Song by Langston Hughes
All All and All by Dylan Thomas
A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
I played Titania in a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and this piece is dear to me because it brings me back to an exact moment in time.
Carpe Diem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 102 by William Shakespeare
Safe Sex by Donald Hall
* This is one of those titles that makes the body of this piece jump out and the eerie ending has me guessing...
In Good Times and In Bad
Death Is Nothing At All by Henry Scott Holland
This poem is a message from someone who has passes away to those still living. I think that the honesty is stated so gracefully and the imagery is something that we can all relate to at one point in our lives.
This poem is a message from someone who has passes away to those still living. I think that the honesty is stated so gracefully and the imagery is something that we can all relate to at one point in our lives.
The New Age
Dancing in Las Vegas by Louise Marie DelSanto
This one caught my attention because of its style...
This one caught my attention because of its style...
Looking Back
Tiny Teachers by Cindy Kocsis
This poem makes me so happy. I am constantly inspired by children and for those of us working to become teachers I believe that a very similiar tune is kept in our heart and this is a very good description as to why I want to become a teacher.
When Children Pray by Victoria Martinez
The writing in this poem is not the strongest. But its message is something that I consider beautiful and very real in today's society.
Childhood Memories...by Tim Bovee
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6947&poem=37254
Haiku - Childhood by John Tiong Chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=63811&poem=1009357
This poem makes me so happy. I am constantly inspired by children and for those of us working to become teachers I believe that a very similiar tune is kept in our heart and this is a very good description as to why I want to become a teacher.
When Children Pray by Victoria Martinez
The writing in this poem is not the strongest. But its message is something that I consider beautiful and very real in today's society.
Childhood Memories...by Tim Bovee
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6947&poem=37254
Haiku - Childhood by John Tiong Chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=63811&poem=1009357
Inspiration
With Every Beat of My Heart by Nikhil Parekh
I love this poem. I don't know what happened to the author but the imagery seems to tell the story of what is "never good enough" being those things in life that really do mean the most. If you just take the time to notice them, they are what is most inspiring. The author seems to be somewhat sarcastic in saying that these things are not. I think that this is a poem that could be analyzed in so many different ways. I'm interested to hear what others may think of it...
A Prayer by Sara Teasdale
I love this poem. I don't know what happened to the author but the imagery seems to tell the story of what is "never good enough" being those things in life that really do mean the most. If you just take the time to notice them, they are what is most inspiring. The author seems to be somewhat sarcastic in saying that these things are not. I think that this is a poem that could be analyzed in so many different ways. I'm interested to hear what others may think of it...
A Prayer by Sara Teasdale
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Awaken! Dearest Bride of John Keats
Awaken! Dearest Bride of John Keats
Unravised bride of quietness awake
For silence and slow time imprison you
Do express a flowery tale
Your haunts about thy shape need not worry you
Honestly, what men are gods?
What mad pursuit have they caused you struggle?
Your wild ecstasy is deserved without these feats.
Your unheard melodies are worth more than you’ll ever know
The pipe plays sacred music to a man of integrity’s soul
For a bold lover never, never misses the kiss that erupts the insides
With a volcano of bliss. Forever will a good man love and forever
will her soul be fair
Ah, happy, happy Bride! that needs to shed the mongrel that she
hath made her companion. As you bid the Spring Adieu take note of
the happy melodist that plays too much and becomes weary.
Forever piping songs that are only enjoyed by others and as his spirit
dies human passion breaths upon him. This leaves the heart high-
sorrowful and cloyed while his tongue becomes parched and his
head exhausted as he wakes up to realize that the life he is living is
not his own but a world unbeknown.
Happy love that is forever warm and to be enjoyed is within your soul and a message from above that will send you to your highest high and keep you away from your lowest low.
Why are you willing to sacrifice the best feeling that you will ever know? What altar do you want a man to put you upon? Look up within the skies and build your home. Where does your fairytale begin and where do the breadcrumbs lead? You can return to that dream and make it a reality despite the desolate art that he has created for you.
O horrid shape! You are truly Fair and True! Do not let marble men overwrought you with branches and trodden weed. Tease us into thought where other’s woe may be our lessons and not our doom. The beauty in the truth of what your heart is telling you is all ye need to know.
Unravised bride of quietness awake
For silence and slow time imprison you
Do express a flowery tale
Your haunts about thy shape need not worry you
Honestly, what men are gods?
What mad pursuit have they caused you struggle?
Your wild ecstasy is deserved without these feats.
Your unheard melodies are worth more than you’ll ever know
The pipe plays sacred music to a man of integrity’s soul
For a bold lover never, never misses the kiss that erupts the insides
With a volcano of bliss. Forever will a good man love and forever
will her soul be fair
Ah, happy, happy Bride! that needs to shed the mongrel that she
hath made her companion. As you bid the Spring Adieu take note of
the happy melodist that plays too much and becomes weary.
Forever piping songs that are only enjoyed by others and as his spirit
dies human passion breaths upon him. This leaves the heart high-
sorrowful and cloyed while his tongue becomes parched and his
head exhausted as he wakes up to realize that the life he is living is
not his own but a world unbeknown.
Happy love that is forever warm and to be enjoyed is within your soul and a message from above that will send you to your highest high and keep you away from your lowest low.
Why are you willing to sacrifice the best feeling that you will ever know? What altar do you want a man to put you upon? Look up within the skies and build your home. Where does your fairytale begin and where do the breadcrumbs lead? You can return to that dream and make it a reality despite the desolate art that he has created for you.
O horrid shape! You are truly Fair and True! Do not let marble men overwrought you with branches and trodden weed. Tease us into thought where other’s woe may be our lessons and not our doom. The beauty in the truth of what your heart is telling you is all ye need to know.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Time Management
After Apple Picking by Robert Lee Frost
There is that overwhelming feeling that makes us restless all night and view each and every hour striking on the clock. For me this happens much too frequently with stress from school, work, and the social life never allowing quite enough time. Although this poem describes apple picking I see it as a metaphor for time management. Although there will ALWAYS be more apples to pick we should only take as many as our baskets can carry. This poem could be a college student's anthem if you ask me.
There is that overwhelming feeling that makes us restless all night and view each and every hour striking on the clock. For me this happens much too frequently with stress from school, work, and the social life never allowing quite enough time. Although this poem describes apple picking I see it as a metaphor for time management. Although there will ALWAYS be more apples to pick we should only take as many as our baskets can carry. This poem could be a college student's anthem if you ask me.
Soul Food - Poetry in Motion
I'm Moving On by Phillip White & Vincent Williams
Life is Change...
32 Flavors by Ani DiFranco
There is so much raw truth in these words and a little piece of almost every type of woman...
Asking Too Much by Ani DiFranco
This one's for the girls...
Life is Change...
32 Flavors by Ani DiFranco
There is so much raw truth in these words and a little piece of almost every type of woman...
Asking Too Much by Ani DiFranco
This one's for the girls...
Children's Poetry
*Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face by Jack Prelutsky
I think that children will get a kick out of this. This could be really great to use in
grades K-3.
* Chocolate! Chocolate! by Ronberge
This one I love because it describes the way that my roomie Megan is about Chocolate!
*One Inch Tall by Shel Sliverstein
Shel Silverstein was a poet that I grew up on. His wacky views of the world are such a fun way to introduce young children to poetry. I remember his black and white illustrations so vividly whenever I read his poems. I also recall a time in the first grade, when a teacher was reciting a Silverstein poem that included the h-e-double hockey stick word. She replaced it with "heck" and I instantly corrected her. I explained to her that I had his book at home and that he wouldn't like it if she said his poems wrong. She laughed while telling me that I had a good point.
*The Pig by Roald Dahl
*Where Do All The Teachers Go? By Peter Dixon
This writing style reminds me of Silverstein. I would love to try an write some Silversein type of poetry...maybe for one of our assignments I will...
I think that children will get a kick out of this. This could be really great to use in
grades K-3.
* Chocolate! Chocolate! by Ronberge
This one I love because it describes the way that my roomie Megan is about Chocolate!
*One Inch Tall by Shel Sliverstein
Shel Silverstein was a poet that I grew up on. His wacky views of the world are such a fun way to introduce young children to poetry. I remember his black and white illustrations so vividly whenever I read his poems. I also recall a time in the first grade, when a teacher was reciting a Silverstein poem that included the h-e-double hockey stick word. She replaced it with "heck" and I instantly corrected her. I explained to her that I had his book at home and that he wouldn't like it if she said his poems wrong. She laughed while telling me that I had a good point.
*The Pig by Roald Dahl
*Where Do All The Teachers Go? By Peter Dixon
This writing style reminds me of Silverstein. I would love to try an write some Silversein type of poetry...maybe for one of our assignments I will...
Being Introduced To An Emotion Rather Than Being Told What To Experience
Touched by an Angel by Maya Angelou
This poem brings to mind many of my experiences with my dearest friends. After living with 5 other women while at college I have found that my past experiences in romantic relationships have shaped my personal view on L-O-V-E. These experiences have allowed me to give advice, take advice, and learn with some really extraordinary women that are my best friends. With this in mind Maya Angelou's words in "Touched by an Angel" touched me in many different ways and on many different levels.
This piece is not defined by its title. Its body describes the topic and its title does something more than label it. It captured me. I felt that instead of telling me what to think about it guided me into the emotion that it spoke about. The title acted as a foreshadow to what the body depicts. This is one thing that I love most about the poem.
As a reader I felt that this helped me receive much more from the poem. Not only was I hearing what the author had to say, I was also experiencing my own journey while doing so. I was able to relate and expand my own thoughts. Many poems that I've read in the past do not allow me to do this.
There are so many definitions of love. (Especially among young adults.) I believe that although we are able to love more than one person there really is only one true love that we are meant to be with and that love will be so true that it is undeniable. There should be no doubts of how powerful that true love is and if there is then it is not meant to be. This may sound cliché or unrealistic to some. However, I believe that there is a grander plan for each and every one of us. That true love is part of that plan.
In this poem Angelou speaks of love that "comes into our sight" from a "high holy temple" and I see this as a beautiful description of that amazing connection that two people find when they know that they want to spend the rest of their life together and that they couldn't be without one another.
In today's society divorce can seem to be more common than a 50th Wedding Anniversary. This is such a sad thought for those of us hopeless romantics. Yet, it is an enticing challenge for those that keep the faith of what true love is really all about. When Angelou states "love strikes away fear from our souls" a great deal of emotion floods through me. The fear of failiure, infidelity, divorce, and loss that all seems so common make “love” seem like one of life's greatest challenges and/or achievements. This poem illustrates that allow love may seem out of reach at times there is a capacity in each human that allows us to experience something indescribable and overwhelming. It describes the journey that we take before, during, and after we have found it. It describes the possibility of being deceived by feelings that seem so close to the real thing that we all mistaken it a few (or sometimes many) times before we actually experience it.
This poem brings to mind many of my experiences with my dearest friends. After living with 5 other women while at college I have found that my past experiences in romantic relationships have shaped my personal view on L-O-V-E. These experiences have allowed me to give advice, take advice, and learn with some really extraordinary women that are my best friends. With this in mind Maya Angelou's words in "Touched by an Angel" touched me in many different ways and on many different levels.
This piece is not defined by its title. Its body describes the topic and its title does something more than label it. It captured me. I felt that instead of telling me what to think about it guided me into the emotion that it spoke about. The title acted as a foreshadow to what the body depicts. This is one thing that I love most about the poem.
As a reader I felt that this helped me receive much more from the poem. Not only was I hearing what the author had to say, I was also experiencing my own journey while doing so. I was able to relate and expand my own thoughts. Many poems that I've read in the past do not allow me to do this.
There are so many definitions of love. (Especially among young adults.) I believe that although we are able to love more than one person there really is only one true love that we are meant to be with and that love will be so true that it is undeniable. There should be no doubts of how powerful that true love is and if there is then it is not meant to be. This may sound cliché or unrealistic to some. However, I believe that there is a grander plan for each and every one of us. That true love is part of that plan.
In this poem Angelou speaks of love that "comes into our sight" from a "high holy temple" and I see this as a beautiful description of that amazing connection that two people find when they know that they want to spend the rest of their life together and that they couldn't be without one another.
In today's society divorce can seem to be more common than a 50th Wedding Anniversary. This is such a sad thought for those of us hopeless romantics. Yet, it is an enticing challenge for those that keep the faith of what true love is really all about. When Angelou states "love strikes away fear from our souls" a great deal of emotion floods through me. The fear of failiure, infidelity, divorce, and loss that all seems so common make “love” seem like one of life's greatest challenges and/or achievements. This poem illustrates that allow love may seem out of reach at times there is a capacity in each human that allows us to experience something indescribable and overwhelming. It describes the journey that we take before, during, and after we have found it. It describes the possibility of being deceived by feelings that seem so close to the real thing that we all mistaken it a few (or sometimes many) times before we actually experience it.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
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