sure, I like any poetry :) or you just say mindtrance really sexy like. Get er done! (okay seriously just the poem is cool)

haha dude... I can't find your Mychingo...

oh shit... maybe I took it off... hang on.

there we go!

p.s. - I had to say get'er'done because you know... all americans from Ohio say that. (so I've heard)

"The elderly walrus was a sad old fellow
Whose teeth were turning extremely yellow
He had such pain from one large tusk
That all he could eat was a soggy rusk
Gone for him was the shellfish diet,
Which meant that meals were very quiet.

Then along came a dentist from Enfield Chase
Who'd been called in just for this case
He asked the walrus to open wide
And then had a jolly good look inside
But when he emerged he looked like death
'Cos there's nothing as bad as a walrus' bad breath.

He said, "We'll need anaesthetic before we begin"
And promptly downed a bottle of gin
Then pushed and tugged, hammered and drilled
Until two teeth were finally filled
And one large tusk lay on the floor
Next to the dentist, who'd started to snore.

The walrus explored his mouth with his tongue
Quite pleased with what the dentist had done
For the crunching of shellfish could now begin
And he grinned a very lopsided grin
While the dentist dreamt of presenting his account
'Cos a very large tooth meant a very large amount."

mindtrance yours is done...

working on yours now Micah!!!

DONE with yours Micah.. I had fun with that one...

:D that was terrific! You're a fabulous reader

i liked that one.. when I first saw the word "walrus" I thought you were gonna let me read Lewis Carroll which I'd love too...

Wow, you have an awesome reader voice... and you could model... maybe should model audiobooks!

Since you love Lewis Carrol:

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister
on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had
peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no
pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,'
thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could,
for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether
the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble
of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White
Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice
think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to
itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought
it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have
wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural);
but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-
POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to
her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never
before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to
take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the
field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop
down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

A Purple Cow
By Mr. Gelett Burgess

I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.


*my favorite childhood poem

hey nicole.. I apologise if I sounded as if I stumbled across...

"I'M LATE I'M LATE" says the white rabbit...

so's yours Chelly!!!

yay! i got an email saying it is there, but i can't listen until tonight. oh delicious anticipation. :D

I got it! Thank you!

oh! could you read a poem for me? it's more Lewis Carroll

Jabberwocky

'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 wiffling 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.

go ahead make my day

hi guys, sorry I went to bed last night... and I'm at work.. but I'll definitely do those once I get home!!!

ohhhhhhhhh read to me please :]

at your earliest convenience...

The Emperor of Ice-Cream

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

jason and peter...

I've done them

and kicko and wulla?

I'm still looking for a fun poem!!!

I love to be read to... But I don't have one of those thingys.

get one!! it's fun.. so everyone else can leave you a message!!!

would you read me something sometime? :) I love this one for its wonky rhythm and wordplay:

The Great Advantage of Being Alive - ee cummings

the great advantage of being alive
(instead of undying)is not so much
that mind no more can disprove than prove
what heart may feel and soul may touch
—the great(my darling)happens to be
that love are in we,that love are in we

and here is a secret they never will share
for whom create is less than have
or one times one than when times where—
that we are in love,that we are in love:
with us they've nothing times nothing to do
(for love are in we am in i are in you)

this world (as timorous itsters all
to call their cowardice quite agree)
shall never discover our touch and feel
—for love are in we are in love are in we;
for you are and i am and we are(above
and under all possible worlds)in love

a billion brains may coax undeath
from fancied fact and spaceful time—
no heart can leap,no soul can breathe
but by the sizeless truth of a dream
whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea.
For love are in you am in i are in we

haha, thanks Amelia! that was really good... especially since that poem is rather challenging

aw Margo!! I love EE Cummings. I'd do that right now...

DONE!!! that was a beautiful one...

yay! I can listen to it now.

amelia, that was beautiful :) you have such a pretty voice.

I will try to return the favor the next time I can lay hands on a mic!

mela for me if you want to do kubla khan by coleridge thats always a fun one

this one?

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.




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tis' pretty long I'll do an excerpt because mychingo can't do more than 2 minutes...

oooh that is a fun one!

yeah that was teh one I forgot how long it was .. and yeah margo of teh romantic poets colridge was teh bees knees

okie I know what I'll do.. I'll do a short one then go to bed.. and then part 2 tomorrow!!!

sounds excellent

read me anything :]

glad you liked it wulla.. I'll work on pt2 tonight...

kicko I'll read the news to you.. =P

yeah mela you have a very neat voice not at all what I expected .. id return teh favor if my puter had a microphone

hahaha.. what were you expecting?

nasally asian auntie voice?

no ... i guess I dont know what I was expecting ... you just sound very .. classy and sophisticated? mature? something along those lines but in the best way

lol.... now there are expectations by everyone else...

hahaha with a asian voice the news. sounds like the morning news!

meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Jebbie!!!

choose a poem... maybe paste it here!!!

=)