My sweet padlet by COLE HUMMEL

Poem Anthology Of Worldly Ideals

hummelce — 2017-02-23 18:31:38 UTC

Fire and Ice By Robert Frost

hummelce — 2017-02-23 18:36:13 UTC

Fire And Ice - Poem by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Still I Rise By Maya Angel

hummelce — 2017-02-23 18:41:15 UTC

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

And the Ghosts BY GRAHAM FOUST

hummelce — 2017-02-23 18:46:00 UTC

They own everything

Take Me Out By Franz Ferdiand

hummelce — 2017-02-24 14:52:11 UTC

[Verse 1]
So if you're lonely
You know I'm here waiting for you
I'm just a cross hair
I'm just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered, I lie
I'm just a cross hair
I'm just a shot, then we can die

[Pre-Hook]
I know I won't be leaving here with you

[Hook]
I say don't you know
You say you don't know
I say, take me out!
I say, "You don't show"
Don't move tide is low
I say, "Take me out"
I say you don't know
You say you don't know
I say, take me out!

[Verse 2]
If I move this could die
Eyes move this can die
I want you to take me out

[Pre-Hook]
I know I won't be leaving here with you
I know I won't be leaving here with you
I know I won't be leaving here with you
I know I won't be leaving here with you

[Hook]
I say don't you know
You say you don't know
I say, take me out!

[Verse 3]
If I wane this could die
I wait this could die
I want you to take me out
If I move this could die
Eyes move this can die
Come on, take me out!

[Pre-Hook]
I know I won't be leaving here with you
I know I won't be leaving here with you
I know I won't be leaving here with you
I know I won't be leaving here with you

Hamlet Soliloquey

hummelce — 2017-02-24 14:56:16 UTC

To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins rememb'red.

And the Ghosts

hummelce — 2017-02-24 15:14:20 UTC

Classical Piece as a side to a small entree

Take Me Out Meme

hummelce — 2017-02-24 15:27:47 UTC

ShakespearesTo Be Or Not to Be

hummelce — 2017-02-27 14:33:06 UTC

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B75qPbM8U01KU2RrdmxNekl1ekk/view

Author's Note

hummelce — 2017-02-27 14:37:37 UTC

I chose this theme because these poems hit the point on how humanity has developed over the centuries. One of the things I liked about this project was the challenge to find a piece of musical literature to fit a poem. I wouldn't have done anything differently on this project.

Works Cited

hummelce — 2017-02-27 14:40:57 UTC

London Philharmonic Orchestra
https://genius.com/Franz-ferdinand-take-me-out-lyrics
Meme: Myself, Meme picture: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/curses-archduke-franz-ferdinand-and-his-astounding-death-car-27381052/
Poems:

https://www.weareteachers.com/24-must-share-poems-for-middle-school-and-high-school/

Hamlet's Soliloquey: http://nfs.sparknotes.com/hamlet/page_138.html

TPCASTT

hummelce — 2017-02-27 15:54:36 UTC