Butterflies and Hurricanes by Muse

change,
everything you are
and everything you were
your number has been called
fights, battles have begun
revenge will surely come
your hard times are ahead

best,
you've got to be the best
you've got to change the world
and you use this chance to be heard
your time is now

change,
everything you are
and everything you were
your number has been called
fights and battles have begun
revenge will surely come
your hard times are ahead

best,
you've got to be the best
you've got to change the world
and you use this chance to be heard
your time is now

don't,
let yourself down
don't let yourself go
your last chance has arrived

best,
you've got to be the best
you've got to change the world
and you use this chance to be heard
your time is now

I am 100% convinced we are analyzing a song just so I wouldn't do a Dr. Seuss poem ( I was sorely tempted but resisted temptation,) and just a forewarning, the grammar errors are probably going to be on a rampage in this response because I am extremely brain dead at the moment but here goes nothing. This song is an awesome song by an extremely awesome band known as Muse, and while my interpretation of the song in my zombie-like state is probably nothing like its supposed to be interpreted, I think its sorta close.....soooorta. I believe the lead singer, Matthew Bellamy, is trying to convey an idea that everyone has a chance to change the world but to do so requires a person to be at their best. I think this song really applies to soon to be and current college students, because every person has the potential to do a lot of great things in the world, but in order to great things Matt says, "your hard times are ahead; don't let yourself go; your last chance has arrived; you've got to be the best; you've got to change the world; and you use this chance to be heard" in which he means your gonna face hard times that you have to overcome without getting discouraged and you have to use your opportunities and be performing at your best if you plan on making your mark, else you'll just waste it.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzCKrwOme2U&feature=related here is a link to the song so go listen to it while i sit here and ponder what i just wrote ><'' siiiigh

How did it get so late so soon?~ By Dr. Seuss

How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?



*drumroll* And here we start with yet another Dr. Seuss poem (I swear i'll run out soon) that deals with things getting late and once again applies to almost every person you know in this world because everybody procrastinates (or else i'm going to burn you( ^^).)In the poem Seuss talks about how time seems to be flying so fast, and the months are arriving much sooner than they should be. This can relate to almost everybody in the world because people have a tendency to slack off till the last minute. Countless times you have probably seen yourself waiting till the last minute to do a project, job, or assignment while freaking your head off during the process. Because of this human tendency to procrastinate, Seuss is trying to tell everyone to take notice at how quickly time flies, and things  that don't have to be done for a while are probably gonna be arriving sooner than you expect them to.

The Waiting Place by Dr. Seuss

Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.


Guess what? This weeks response is something new........*drumroll* DR. SEUSS!!!! Anyways, once again Dr. Seuss takes the poetry response spotlight for the third week in a row, with another interesting poem that can relate to several people in the world, the people who wait and wait and wait and wait....you get the picture. I'm sure all of you have at least once encountered a person who has a bunch of great ideas that "could" lead to a bunch of great things, but the problem is they never do; and it is this issue Dr. Seuss addresses in this poem. In every line, he states a different scenario of waiting, and I believe he is urging the readers to quit sitting around waiting uselessly for something new and exciting to happen; but rather, get out into the world and try something. If you fail then oh well, at least you tried and gained some experience from your attempt, but if you succeed at something then who knows how far in life it might take you.

I Love My Job by Dr. Seuss

I love my job, I love the pay.
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss; he/she is the best.
I love his boss and all the rest.
I love my office and its location.
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
And the paper that piles up every day.
I love my chair in my padded cell.
There's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers.
I love their leers and jeers and sneers.
I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it don't care.
I love each program and every file,
I try to understand once in a while.
I'm happy to be here, I am, I am;
I'm the happiest slave of my Uncle Sam.
I love this work; I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job-I'll say it again.
I even love these friendly men,
These men who've come to visit today
In lovely white coats to take me away

I love my life, I love my school, I love my friends, I love Eli.....wait what...oh yeah poetry response. This weeks poem is once again from Dr. Seuss; however, it is a special poem because this is one of his lost poems. This poem focuses on how Dr. Seuss seems to love everything in his life, whether it be his job, the jeers of his co-workers, the taxes he pays to Uncle Sam, or even the people coming to take him away to the funny farm, he loves them all, and from this us readers can learn a little lesson. Quite often you hear people complaining about every aspect of life. Maybe their job is bad or boring, maybe their mother is making them work around the house, maybe their life just plain sucks, but the one thing these kinds of people have in common is the fact that they all focus on the bad of their life rather than the good. I believe in this poem Dr. Seuss is trying to tell people to quit looking and focusing on what is bad in your life, but rather, look the the good things and find a way to see everything positively. Besides if you do that then the people in white coats will come get you and who doesn't want that :D?

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