Poetry

[Jabberwocky]

So, in class today everyone had to recite a poem by memory. I'd had loads more of homeowork, aswell as a Social Studies project to finish, so it slipped my mind. I couldn't think of any poems off the top of my head (Old man from Nantucket won't cut it in this situation) so I remembered my English teacher is a huuuuuge AC/DC fan. I started singing TNT, and at the end of class he said I got an A. :CHappy:

What poem would you recite in my situation?

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

I'd not forget my damn poem.

 

[Galykia]

I know the beggining of Poes Raven poem. Other than that i wouldnt have a clue.

 

[Ka've]

**** Tha Police by NWA. And if she doesn't give you a A for that, slap that bitch in her face and go tell her to make you a grilled cheese sandwhich. Extra Cheese [REMOVED RACIAL SLUR].

ADMIN EDIT: No. I know you've not been here that long, but that does not excuse that language on this forum. If I see it again you'll get at least an official warning, if not a temporary ban.

 

[Niner]

I am gonna say edit out that last bit Vanii before the admins bring down the pain.

 

[Jabberwocky]

I'd not forget my damn poem.

What poem would you recite though?

**** Tha Police by NWA. And if she doesn't give you a A for that, slap that bitch in her face and go tell her to make you a grilled cheese sandwhich. Extra Cheese nigga.

The teacher is a dude, dude.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

What poem would you recite though?

I'd just rhyme something in Italian. It's not like anyone can understand me.

 

[Jabberwocky]

I'd just rhyme something in Italian. It's not like anyone can understand me.

And if they asked you what it meant?

 

[Ser Gregor]

The teacher is a dude, dude.

There's your answer, Dude Looks Like a Lady.

But seriously, Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven. Short, sweet, and I've got it memorized.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

And if they asked you what it meant?

I'd pretend I'd forgotten English.

 

[Galykia]

I'd pretend I'd forgotten English.

No way that would work.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

You're right... I don't really know I'd probably explain it in the vaguest way possible.

 

[Sabre]

The Divine Comedy.

 

[Ser Yorick]

The Divine Comedy.

Good luck reciting that one.

 

[Niner]

The Divine Comedy.

Dante?

"Midway this way of life we're bound upon,
I woke to find myself in a dark wood,
Where the right road was wholly lost and gone."

 

[Sovereign]

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank dat soulja boy
Then super man dat hoe
Now watch me do
Crank dat soulja boy
Now watch me do
Crank dat soulja boy
Now watch me do
Crank dat soulja boy
Now watch me do
I'm bouncin on my toe

Watch me super soak that hoe

I'ma pass it to Arab

Then he gonna pass it to the low (low)

Haters wanna be me

Soulja boy, I'm the man

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

Do you believe in an unlived life?
Self-fulfillment, not self gratification's strife.
Well, you can change and time will tell.
You think you're in heaven, but you're living in Hell.

You can be what you want to be.
You can be whatever you see.
Whatever in this world makes you happy.
Don't listen to them listen to me.

If you can't take another day trapped in chastisation or disapproval's fray,
then just go my dear and believe you me, its not so frightening to be free.

(all while done in an irish accent)

 

[Dalloph]

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove.

Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark. That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark. Who's worth's unknown though his hight be taken.

Love's not Time's fool though rosy lips and cheeks. Within his bending sickles compass come. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. And bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If these words be in error and upon me proved. I've never writ nor no man ever loved.

I memorized this and might as well use it.

 

[Wing]

Best poem ever:

Now this is a story, all about how my life got flipped - turned upside down,
And i'd like to take a minute,
just sit right there,
I'll tell you howI became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In West Philadelphia,
born an' raised,
on the playground is where i spent mosta my days,
Chillin out, maxin', relaxin' all cool,
An' all shootin some B-ball outside of the school,
When a couple o' guys who were up to no good,
Started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood,
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
She said 'You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day,but
she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and saig 'I´d might as well kickin'
First class, 'Yo, this is bad' drinkin orange juice out of a champange glass
'Is this what the people of Bel Air live like?'
'Hmm.. this might be allright!'
The way I´d hear the percy, boots white and all
I had to sit as I have a place of they just in this school cat
'I don´t think so', 'I see what i get there'
I hope they´re prepared for the Prince of Bel Air!

Well I, tha plain land and when I came out
there was a dude look like a cop standin' there with my name out
'I ain´t trying to get arrested yet, 'I just got here'
I sprang with the quickness like light has disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when i came near,
The license plate said 'Fresh',
And had dice in the mirror,
If anything i could say that this cab was rare,
But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!'

I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight,
I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home, smell ya later!'
I looked at my kingdom,
I was finally there!
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!

 

[Ser Yorick]

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
[An exert]

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.