James

Final Thoughts 2/14/11 I thought that the poetry performance went well, I didn't present anything live so it wasn't making me nervous. In general I like poetry more now that I have read the kinds that I like.

1/4/2011

I think that poetry is a wide range of things. Reading poetry is quite boring if the meaning does not come right, or it is not funny. I enjoy writing poetry because I can play with it, make it funny or just a joke all together. Some poems are mocks, parodies, and jokes are great, but the serious “deep meaning” poetry is boring and not enjoyable.

1/6/2011

I have started to like poetry a little more now. At first all I thought about was boredom now I am starting to see the good side of poetry.

POETRY

People don't usually like it,

Onomatopoeias are used a lot,

Every poem has a meaning,

Trying to get that meaning is sometimes useless,

Raps are the best kind

Yelling is OK, you need to get the point across.

-James Marden

The Football Game

Tweet went the starting whistle, a thud for the kick off. Every body goes insane, screaming, when there is a big gain. A well packed hit, the crunching of pads and bones. They painful squeak of the medical cart on the way off the field. The all-knowing yell of the game winning audible call. The whoops and roars of an excited crowd on the train home. -James Marden

1/27/11 Poetry doesn't really have a real place in our world because music is better. I feel confident enough to say what I feel about poetry. I was already to read poetry on my own. Now that I know that ballads and raps count as poetry I have realized that poetry isn't too bad after all. Haikus are the best after raps and then ballads. This poetry unit has been better than any other one that I've ever had.

I like this poem a) because it is quite meaningful. When it was written, during the time of pirates and sailors it was sung on ships and had told a message. And b) the first novel I ever read ,Treasure Island, this song was in it and that was how it became know so well. I enjoy this poem because it is very funn y and likable to me. I have heard a story sort of like this one about a boy and a girl who get lost on a bicycle and come back to a crazy world four hundred years later. This poem reminds me of that and that is why I like it.

Sorry I could not get the words for this poem, but It is best in the song. I really love this sort of rap because it is on a subject that I love, football. It may not be a typical rap, but it has rhyme and rhythm which is the main requirement for a rap. Steve Porter (the DJ) or author we can call him I guess, did a great job keeping the topic flowing. I am working out the words for it though. media type="youtube" key="0xoclQueu-g?fs=1" height="385" width="640"

Haikus are easy Sometimes they don't make much sense Refrigerator -Anonymous I find this poem hilarious because it says that Haikus can make very little sense, but still be good and then does that itself. I would love to find who wrote it to give them a pat on the back for having that funny of a sense of humor.

Cinquains

This was Invented by Adelaide Crapsey, an American poet, and has Six Lines

Just like Learning the two Times table-2-4-6- 8-the syllables for each line Then two. Paul Cookson

I like this poem because it explains what a cinquain is through a cinquain. I think that this is a funny joke on itself for being a cinquain about cinquains.

The Night AFTER Christmas

'Twas the night after [|Christmas] and all through the area Not a creature was stirring, not even the terrier. The toys were all scattered in great disarray Right where the kids left them, never put things away. To I in my P.J.'s and my [|wife] in her gown The bed felt so good as we both settled down. Then down in the playroom there arose such a din That I sprang from my bed, and on the chair cracked my shin. My [|wife] followed me out and we ran down the stair And into the playroom. What a sight we saw there! The toy soldiers had gone crazy and started a war. They had even dug foxholes into the floor. I dodged a stray missile and then, won't you know, The remote-controlled tank ran right over my toe! I let out a yell and jumped straight in the air While my poor frightened [|wife] hid behind the big chair. A model B-52 bomber circled the room Its jet engines screaming of impending doom. It unleashed its deadly cargo upon the fierce battle And the explosion that followed.... Why it made the neighborhood rattle! I had to do something and I had to do it fast. If there were another air strike our house wouldn't last. The place was a mess! All strewn with rubble. Who would have imagined that toys could cause so much trouble. Then I spied the kids' [|Christmas] list and saw what did this trick They hadn't sent it to Santa! No! They addressed it to Old Nick Alas and alack! This wasn't my day. On top of all else, now I've the devil to pay. But what could I do! I was gripped by this terror! Then down near the bottom I saw the spelling error. It was a long shot, but it was my only hope. If this didn't work I'd look like a dope. I jumped on the Air Dyne and peddled a good pace And gradually everything returned to its place. I breathed a sigh of relief and said, Thanks, to the tyke Who had mistakenly written, Bring [|Dad] an exorcize bike.

-Anonymous

I love this poem because it mocks a traditional Christmas poem with another Christmas topic that isn't so serious.

** Momo's Pizza ** [|**© By Josh Arthurs**] When I go to Momo's It's my dream come true When I get there I'm so [|happy] My face literally turns blue.

I always order the same thing It's always really good Pizza is the best thing It's one of my favorite foods.

The pizza, with its fluffy crust Makes my mouth water If pizza were a religion I would be a martyr.

With the tasty tomato sauce Made by a guy named Ron The only thing bad about pizza Is when its finally gone.

Personally I agree with Josh Arthurs on this most important topic of pizza. This is a view and topic that I can relate to personally and that is why I enjoy this poem.



The sonnet form is old and full of dust And yet I want to learn to write one well. To learn new forms and grow is quite a must, But I will learn it quickly, I can tell.

And so I sit, today, with pen in hand, Composing three new quatrains with a rhyme. The rhythm flows like wind at my command. The A-B-A-B form consumes my time.

But I’m not done until there’s fourteen lines. One ending couplet, after three quatrains. I’ve tried to write this new form several times. The effort’s huge; I have to rack my brain.

But I persist, my fourteen lines now done. I wrote my poem; my sonnet work is won.

//by Denise Rodgers//

I find this amusing in the same way that the cinquain cinquain is funny. This sonnet mocking sonnet is very funny in my mind at least.

 **"Remember The Name"**

 You ready?! Let's go!  Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about  It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

 //[Chorus:]//  This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill  Fifteen percent concentrated power of will  Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain  And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

 Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights  He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic  He feels so unlike everybody else, alone  In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him  But no em, he knows the code <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> It's not about the salary <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> It's all about reality and making some noise <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Making the story - making sure his clique stays up <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Who the heck is he anyway? <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> He never really talks much <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Put it together himself, now the picture connects <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> This is twenty percent skill <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Eighty percent beer <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game" <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse? <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> His stock's through the roof I heard he's messin' with S. Dot!

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> //[Chorus]//

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> They call him Ryu, he's sick <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And he's spitting fire <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And mike got him out the dryer he's hot <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Found him in Fort Minor with Tak <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> What the nihilist porcupine <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> He's a prick, he's a cop <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> He knows how to work with what he's got <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Making his way to the top <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> He often gets a comment on his name <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> People keep asking him was it given at birth <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Or does it stand for an acronym? <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Him and his crew are known around as one of the best <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> It seems like he's never got time <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Because he writes every note and he writes every line <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> It's like a design is written in his head every time <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And those fellahs he runs with, <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> The kids that he signed? <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Ridiculous, without even trying, <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> How do they do it?!

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> //[Chorus - repeat 2x]//

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> //[Outro - Mike Shinoda:]// <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Yeah! Fort Minor <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop! media type="youtube" key="Vi4fLU6xctM?fs=1" height="385" width="480" align="center"

This rap is very meaningful because it talks about how being in the spotlight all the time may seem really cool, but turns out not to be. Also it has a great beat and is pretty easy to listen to.



I have to give it to whoever made this that is pretty brilliant. I have two baby cousins and the only thing that quiets them down is football or pacifier.

@http://www.google.com.my/imglanding?imgurl=http://www.instructables.com/image/FXSY3NDF8W9WNEP/How-to-Write-Concrete-Poetry.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.instructables.com/id/How-to-Write-Concrete-Poetry/&h=440&w=400&sz=29&tbnid=QGO9gUX5GMSh3M:&tbnh=127&tbnw=115&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dconcrete%2Bpoetry&zoom=1&q=concrete+poetry&hl=en&usg=__HdZFGTwlNmt80SzgcNhgViB6ooM%3D&sa=X&ei=p2UpTfaQK8TlrAflvo2fDA&ved=0CCsQ9QEwAQ I like this one in the same way as the pizza one it is about a food that I live and can relate to.

on this link to see the poem. This poem has two very different relations to me. 1. There isa a hilarious bird is the word song and two my neighbors cat jumps into the air and catches birds out of the air occasionally for fun.

Click on [|this link] too. So many times have I seen a bug on food and suddenly after a bite it's gone and everyone laughs at the person who just ate the bug. The second one is funny as well because a lot of people that I've know go on vacation in math class.

And also click on [|this link] as well. Three poems about themselves, that has got to be a record. I guess I just find these funny for some reason.



This is a very relevant poem to me, because I hate homework too. This poem is relevant to most kids I believe and is funny at the same time.

Sunken Gold


In dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships;And gold doubloons, that from the drowned hand fell,Lie nestled in the ocean-flower's bellWith love's old gifts, once kissed by long-drowned lips;And round some wrought gold cup the sea-grass whips,And hides lost pearls, near pearls still in their shell,Where sea-weed forests fill each ocean dellAnd seek dim sunlight with their restless tips.So lie the wasted gifts, the long-lost hopesBeneath the now hushed surface of myself,In lonelier depths than where the diver gropes;They lie deep, deep; but I at times beholdIn doubtful glimpses, on some reefy shelfThe gleam of irrecoverable gold. This poem reminds me of a book that I read in third grade about the Titanic. The point is that there is so much wealth that has been lost and found be is un-recoverable because of where it is on the earth.

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

A few years ago I learned this song on the piano so I have heard the lyrics 100's of times and the come through as a person who has no one with him and very sad and lonely because of that.

<span style="color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica;">matthew Bill, USA

<span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The poetry of American football <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Twenty four lines do you injustice <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> each ten yards passes for another one. <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Each player salivates to get into the red zone <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> as the quarterback controls their teams outcome.

<span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> The defense is worn to the breaking point, <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> each coach cherry as a fire truck ready <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> to sound it’s alarm, at another play gone <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> horribly wrong! The zebras keep running

<span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> back and forth trying to avoid getting devoured <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> by the stampeding masses. The yellow flag <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> their only protection, while fans act like <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> a proud of lions getting ready to pounce

<span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> at the first sign of weakness With comment like; <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> “HE’S BLIND! NO WAY IS THAT HOLDING! <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> OFFSIDE YOU ‘VE GOT TO BE KIDDING? <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> But in the end there’s only one team declared

<span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> winner and one the looser. Try explaining <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> that to those thousands of hotdogs that got devoured, <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> or gallons beer and pop that got spilled <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> in the stands by the unruly swarms

<span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Finally you have silence and a lone custodian <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> sweeping up the aftermath, he cracks a smile <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> picks up a twenty and mummers <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> “Today I’m a winner!”

<span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #29425a; font-family: arial,sans-serif,arial,helvetica; font-size: 14.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> kanewas

From the one NFL game that I've ever been to was just like this. This poem reminds me of the nosebleed seats that we had where all of these things were very present.

Maclen Jacob Zilber, USA

A BASKETBALL SONNET

Oh to be there when Celts and Lakers reigned

Every player played his best with Larry

The limits of hoop wizardry were strained

Watching Magic with the ball was scary

Worthy and Cooper, Magic and Kareem

Parish, Bird and Ainge, Kevin McHale

The way they dished the rock out was supreme

They played as one and oh the ball would sail

The Lakers won five ships just for some fun

And Larry won three rings for his own team

But taken from the league by ninety-one

Were Magic, Larry and of course Kareem

So Detroit won in nineteen eighty-nine

And so ended the age that was divine

This poem makes me think about when I went to the NBA store in New York and saw the jerseys of all these players. It was a good time so I feel happy when reading this poem so I like it.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">There's a lady who's sure <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">All that glitters is gold <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And she's buying a stairway to heaven

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">When she gets there she knows <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">If the stores are all closed <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">With a word she can get what she came for

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And she's buying a stairway to heaven

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">There's a sign on the wall <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">But she wants to be sure <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">'Cause you know sometimes words have <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Two meanings

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">In a tree by the brook <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">There's a songbird who sings <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Sometimes all of our thoughts are <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Misgiven

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Ooh, it makes me wonder

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Ooh, it makes me wonder

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">There's a feeling I get <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">When I look to the west <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And my spirit is crying <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">For leaving

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">In my thoughts I have seen <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Rings of smoke through the trees <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And the voices of those <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Who stand looking

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Ooh, it makes me wonder

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Ooh, it really makes me wonder

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And it's whispered that soon <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">If we all call the tune <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Then the piper will lead us to reason

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And a new day will dawn <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">For those who stand long <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And the forests will <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Echo with laughter

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">If there's a bustle in your hedgerow <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Don't be alarmed now <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">It's just a spring clean <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">For the May queen

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Yes, there are two paths you can go by <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">But in the long run <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">There's still time to change <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">The road you're on

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And it makes me wonder

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Aw, uh, oh

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Your head is humming and it won't go <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">In case you don't know <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">The piper's calling you to join him

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And did you know <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">(Solo)

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And as we wind on down the road <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Our shadows taller than our soul <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">There walks a lady we all know <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Who shines white light and wants to show <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">How everything still turns to gold <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And if you listen very hard <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">The truth will come to you at last <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">When all are one and one is all <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">To be a rock and not to roll

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">And she's buying a stairway <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">To heaven...

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">This song makes me think that no matter how much you have you can't have what you really do need, like a way to get to heaven without trying. Well I guess that was my last poem, tis project has made me realize that poetry is actually pretty good. media type="youtube" key="BcL---4xQYA?fs=1" height="385" width="640"

March Madness



-James Marden And this is me reading it. \/ Down there. media type="file" key="Movie on 2011-01-19 at 13.53.mov" width="300" height="300"