From Oh, the Places You'll Go! by Dr. Seuss

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
You are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
~Dr. Seuss

Judging by my past poems, you all probably knew it was just a matter of time before I finally posted a poem by Dr. Seuss, and here it is. I really like this poem for reasons other than it being written by Seuss (Honest) because the poem can really apply to a lot of people including myself sometimes. The poem points out how every person has to make their own decisions which is sometimes hard for some of us indecisive freaks of nature; however, more in depthly, the poem focuses on the uniqueness of every individual person as Seuss ends the poem by saying, "You are the guy (or girl) who'll decide where to go." Another reason I chose this poem, other than liking it because its Seuss and i'm indecisive, was because it can apply to graduating seniors as each senior and only that senior eventually has to make his/her choice of which direction (college and career) to choose and pursue, and hopefully, it will be the right one.

Crocodile by Lewis Carroll

OW doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail,

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale!

 

How cheerfully he seems to grin!

How neatly spread his claws,

And welcomes little fishes in

With gently smiling jaws!

This is a little fun sized poem of insanity that you all know I love which is why it is worthy of blogging week 3's post. The "Crocodile" by Lewis Carroll tells the story of how an apparently shiny crocodile (big surprise there) gets his food one day, and despite the poems childish nature, the moral behind it can be applied to everyone any day. The crocodile is described by having and a shining tail and a golden scales complete with a very cheerful grin. All of these things, as we see by the end of the poem, are used to entice little fishes to come to his happy open mouth and become gobbled up. This poem relates to people in the real world who seem all nice and warm to you on the outside, but on the inside, they are devious and usually have some higher motive to benefit themselves. I believe Carroll is trying to warn his readers about these kinds of people, and how you should actually see if your "Friends" are true friends or rather just people benefiting often you. Hence this poem makes a great children's story for the morals :D

The Jumblies by Edward Lear

I
They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'
They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

II

They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And every one said, who saw them go,
'O won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
In a Sieve to sail so fast!'

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

III

The water it soon came in, it did,
The water it soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
While round in our Sieve we spin!'

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

IV

And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
'O Timballo! How happy we are,
When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail,
In the shade of the mountains brown!'

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

V

They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
And no end of Stilton Cheese.

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

VI

And in twenty years they all came back,
In twenty years or more,
And every one said, 'How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said, 'If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

Continuing the traditions of my postings the weirder poems of society here is this week's insanity as I now present 

to you the Jumblies. I'm pretty sure by know you know the Jumblies are things described by, "Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, And they went to sea in a Sieve." But you are probably wondering what makes these intriguing little critters so worthy of a response, and the answer is that they have a classic little lesson behind them. The first two paragraphs show how the general population was looking down upon the Jumblies and their journey by saying things such as "You'll be drowned" or "O won't they be soon upset, you know"; however, the Jumblies did not back down and continued their journey saying, "Our Sieve ain't big, But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!" The third paragraph consists of showing the hardships the Jumblies had to endure, but continue they did and by the fourth paragraph we see the lovely land of trees and wierd yummy things like lollipop paws (no comment) they are able to find. In the fifth paragraph, twenty years have passed before the Jumblies return back to their homeland, and they are greeted with praise and partying for their accomplishments as the population now sees the Jumblies weren't so stupid after all. So now that I have rambled on for who knows how many lines, I think it times i presetn the moral of the story in a nut shell: If you have a dream don't let people try to stray you away from it but rather continue forward. But if you do continue you are going to have to endure some hardships to achieve your goal, but if you can endure these hardships the reward can be great and the people who looked down on you will soon see your greatness.    

.......Yay for child parables........the Jumblies still rock though :D

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol

'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. This is a very interesting poem because of the style that Carroll uses to write it, and I am probably gonna need some leeway on the grade because the poem really doesn't make too much sense. Nevertheless here goes nothing. Jabberwocky has been one of my favorite poems ever since I saw it back in middle school, and its style has been a foundation for my poems and similarities ever since. Jabberwocky really shows how a poem doesn't have to be composed of real words, have some deep hidden  meaning, or even be capable of being analyzed to become a really good poem. This poem, like the rest of Carroll's works is debated whether is was written under the influence of  "stuff" or simply by a crazy imagination; however, Jabberwocky, nevertheless, is a perfect  work comprised of rhymes and words combined from two or more words to form a new cool meaning which in turn gives the poem a humorous flow that can be enjoyed by anyone.

Warning

Considering my insane personality, this blog is probably not gonna be the safest place to visit, and hopefully I'll have scared Mrs. Coleman away so that I get 100 on every response cause shes too scared to look :D Welcome to Insanity.