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message 1: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony | 14536 comments I know exactly...none! Do you? I challenge you to videotape yourself reciting it and post the video here. I'll do the same if someone recommends a good (short!) one for me to recite.


message 2: by Dr. Detroit (new)

Dr. Detroit | 6019 comments RandomAnthony wrote: "I know exactly...none! Do you? I challenge you to videotape yourself reciting it and post the video here. I'll do the same if someone recommends a good (short!) one for me to recite."


Prayers, yes. Poems? Not so much.


message 3: by Kevin (new)

Kevin  (ksprink) | 11469 comments great idea. i have to learn one now. i promise it won't be a limerick


message 4: by Phil (new)

Phil | 11617 comments Mary had a little lamb...


message 5: by ms.petra (new)

ms.petra (mspetra) there once was man from Nantucket....


message 6: by Sarah (new)

Sarah | 13815 comments My only one:

Gather round children and you shall hear
of the midnight ride of Paul Revere
'twas the 18th of April in '75
hardly a man is now alive
that remembers that famous day and year

etc...


message 7: by Lobstergirl, el principe (new)

Lobstergirl | 24105 comments Mod
RandomAnthony wrote: "I know exactly...none! Do you? I challenge you to videotape yourself reciting it and post the video here. I'll do the same if someone recommends a good (short!) one for me to recite."

Good one....trying to throw us off track. All your next threads are going to be about other stuff we have in our houses...


message 8: by [deleted user] (last edited Sep 14, 2010 06:26PM) (new)

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!


Every Australian child would should know at least this one stanza of Dorothea Mackellas poem. Call me chicken, I'm not recording it!


message 9: by Phil (new)

Phil | 11617 comments I used to be able to recite this one -- it was always one of my favorites. Now I get about halfway and I'm stumped. Dang it!


Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


message 10: by Lori (new)

Lori Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


Spell check is going crazy!

I also know some entire Shakespeare monologues. But no way am I going on videotape!


message 11: by Misha (new)

Misha (ninthwanderer) Surely you know The Night Before Christmas, RA. Doesn't everyone know that? I think it counts.

I know this one by Walt Whitman:

Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this facade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?

I used to know all of Wordsworth's Daffodils, but it's been too long and some of it has faded from memory. All I can remember of it now is this:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils

I used to know more Wordsworth in general. I really loved Wordsworth when I was in college.


message 12: by Mary JL (new)

Mary JL (maryjl) | 250 comments Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore;

While I nodded, nearly napping
Suddenly ther came a tapping
As of someone gently rapping--
Rapping on my chamber dorr.

Ah, distincly I remember
It was in the bleak December etc

The Raven--by Edgar Allen Poe


message 13: by [deleted user] (new)

Haven't heard any voices yet.


message 14: by Cynthia (new)

Cynthia Paschen | 7073 comments I remembered MOST of this one, had to look it up.

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem as 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.


message 15: by Sarah (new)

Sarah | 13815 comments Oh, I remembered another as I ate breakfast.

William Carlos Williams

This is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


message 16: by Heidi (new)

Heidi (heidihooo) | 10825 comments Batty by Shel Siverstein

The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
“Turn on the dark,
I’m afraid of the light.”

:)


message 17: by Sarah (new)

Sarah | 13815 comments Wait, I didn't think of Shel Silverstein! Does everything from Where the Sidewalk Ends count?

sylvia stout who would not take the garbage out?
oh heck it's up to my neck?

I know lots of poems!


message 18: by Heidi (new)

Heidi (heidihooo) | 10825 comments Learned this one for my 5th grade oratory contest (won 1st):

He Loves You! by Helen Steiner Rice

It's amazing and incredible,
but it's as true as it can be-
God loves and understands us all,
and that means you and me.

His grace is all-sufficient
for both the young and old,
For the lonely and the timid,
for the brash and for the bold.

His love knows no exceptions,
so never feel excluded-
No matter who or what you are,
your name has been included.

And no matter what your past has been,
trust God to understand.
And no matter what your problem is,
just place it in His hand.

For in all of our unloveliness
this great God loves us still-
He loved us since the world began,
and, what's more, He always will!

:)


message 19: by Heidi (new)

Heidi (heidihooo) | 10825 comments I love Jennifer Weiner, but I was a bit weirded out when she included this one in her story as the sister's wedding toast because I did that, too:

i carry your heart by e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,
my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


message 20: by Heidi (new)

Heidi (heidihooo) | 10825 comments Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
You want to screw up the
works?
You want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
Then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?


message 21: by Misha (new)

Misha (ninthwanderer) I ♥ this thread.


message 22: by Cynthia (new)

Cynthia Paschen | 7073 comments I WISH I could recite this one as well as the little guy in the video:
Litany
by Billy Collins


You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.


message 23: by Kevin (new)

Kevin  (ksprink) | 11469 comments c'mon, someone recite one on video and put it on youtube


message 24: by Cynthia (new)

Cynthia Paschen | 7073 comments Not me, baby.


message 25: by Heidi (new)

Heidi (heidihooo) | 10825 comments Kevin "El Liso Grande" wrote: "c'mon, someone recite one on video and put it on youtube"

You first, Kev! :)


message 26: by Monika (new)

Monika (monisue) | 13 comments Mary JL wrote: "Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore;

While I nodded, nearly napping
Suddenly ther came a tapping
As of someone..."


Unforgettable.... I had it on my classes from American Literature. It still keeps my heart pounding;)


Abigail (42stitches) | 150 comments is it bad I initially read this as "porn" you can recite by heart...?

Anyway, I know about half of "The Highwayman" and maybe a quarter of "Child Roland to the Dark Tower Came" And there maybe a few haikus floating around in my head. But I'm not doing the video thing. XD

Upon some wool gathering I have found my haikus to be lost. One of them was from Foght Club, that much I remember.

Flowers bloom and die
...
A stone won't notice


message 28: by Kevin (new)

Kevin  (ksprink) | 11469 comments i'm doin a video


message 29: by [deleted user] (new)

You are the man!!! I'm thinking about it.


Stacia (the 2010 club) (stacia_r) Kevin "El Liso Grande" wrote: "i'm doin a video"

Any video that you make has to include flamboyant dancing.

It can be a new thing. Flamboyant Poetry.


message 31: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony | 14536 comments Ok, I'm going to do a video this week. I just have to wait until the house is empty.


message 32: by [deleted user] (new)

Yay, looking forward to seeing it RA.


message 33: by Kevin (new)

Kevin  (ksprink) | 11469 comments i am too if i can find time


message 34: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony | 14536 comments Ok, I didn't read the poem by heart, but here I am, reading Li Po, about five minutes ago...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQaREd...


message 35: by Kevin (new)

Kevin  (ksprink) | 11469 comments LOL. i love it. sorry, couldn't pay much attention to the poem as i was laughing at the dog on the table sharing a glass with you. too rich! this is a fun idea.

hmmmm....thinking of a poem


message 36: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony | 14536 comments Thanks, Kevin! The dog was totally spontaneous! I set up the camera and Mack leaped on the table because, um, I guess he wanted some ice tea...


message 37: by Misha (new)

Misha (ninthwanderer) Cool! Now I can imagine a voice to go with your comments. :)

The dog was pretty funny. I hope you didn't drink from that glass...

The poem was lovely, too.


Jackie "the Librarian" | 8993 comments I have no idea what RA recited, but I loved the whole thing! I love Mack enjoying a tasty beverage in the background, and I love RA's voice. Maybe I'll be able to attend to the actual words next time. :)

I know Bugs by Karla Kuskin:

Bugs
I am very fond of bugs,
I kiss them and I give them hugs.



And Early Bird by Shel Silverstein

Oh, if you're a bird be an early bird
And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.

Yes, if you're a bird, be an early bird,
but if you're a worm, sleep late.



I'm willing to record myself reading these once I get home, for posting here. The trick will be to remember to do it. :)


message 39: by Lobstergirl, el principe (new)

Lobstergirl | 24105 comments Mod
RandomAnthony wrote: "Ok, I didn't read the poem by heart, but here I am, reading Li Po, about five minutes ago...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQaREd..."


Nice! The dog was hilarious...he didn't even act guilty. Something tells me he's done that before.


message 40: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony | 14536 comments Ha...yes, he does that sometimes, LG. Now...who's next?


message 41: by [deleted user] (last edited Sep 24, 2010 05:45AM) (new)

Is your accent a typical Wisconsin accent? It is a pretty very soft American accent.

Edited: as I didn’t want it misunderstood.


message 42: by ms.petra (new)

ms.petra (mspetra) your voice is deeper than I imagined and I don't think you sound like a typical cheesehead at all. next time see if you can get Mack to give us a bark.


message 43: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony | 14536 comments Apparently Petra thought I talked like this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUgEMG...


message 44: by ms.petra (new)

ms.petra (mspetra) well, not quite...


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