Need suggestions for poll 'options' for Miss Jade

[@}-}rebecca----]

Miss Bridge is learning a section of Jabberwocky, I am learning a section from the Taming of the Shrew as tasks to amuse ourselves in the next week. Miss Jade Firefly also wishes to participate and I would appreciate suggestions of speeches/poetry that I will place in a poll for us to choose for her as that is her desire.

Would love some help coming up with options . If you do participate would you please post the 'speech/poem' in its entirety on this Thread.

Many thanks and kind regards

@}rebecca----

 

[jadefirefly]

*choir* A speech, a speech!

*jf* And after the speech, the oral sex!



Oops. Wrong time for a MPHG reference.

*puts her fate in the hands of the Litsters*

Should I be afraid?

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

'Sample"

This is the one I am currently learning as an example of length etc............

KATHARINA
Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.

 

[graceanne]

*choir* A speech, a speech!

*jf* And after the speech, the oral sex!



Oops. Wrong time for a MPHG reference.

*puts her fate in the hands of the Litsters*

Should I be afraid?

If you don't know the answer to that question you aren't reading enough posts.

huh

Should you be afraid. *shakes head*

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Rudyard Kipling

THE ANSWER


A Rose, in tatters on the garden path,
Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath,
Because a sudden wind at twilight's hush
Had snapped her stem alone of all the bush.
And God, Who hears both sun-dried dust and sun,
Had pity, whispering to that luckless one,
"Sister, in that thou sayest We did not well --
What voices heardst thou when thy petals fell?"
And the Rose answered, "In that evil hour
A voice said, `Father, wherefore falls the flower?
For lo, the very gossamers are still.'
And a voice answered, `Son, by Allah's will!'"

Then softly as a rain-mist on the sward,
Came to the Rose the Answer of the Lord:
"Sister, before We smote the dark in twain,
Ere yet the stars saw one another plain,
Time, Tide, and Space, We bound unto the task
That thou shouldst fall, and such an one should ask."
Whereat the withered flower, all content,
Died as they die whose days are innocent;
While he who questioned why the flower fell
Caught hold of God and saved his soul from Hell.

 

[shy slave]

I have some thoughst and will be back later to post.

Please don't poll too soon, i have some evil ideas

 

[jadefirefly]

Ooooh, evil ideas. I like evil.

 

[shy slave]

Ooooh, evil ideas. I like evil.

Well your a masochist, right lol

 

[jadefirefly]

Wwwweeeelllll.... no, not exactly. I just like evil.

*checks to make sure shy's not hiding anything that hurts*

 

[alice_underneath]

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

- Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet

 

[jadefirefly]

I have an idea, but damnit, I need to be able to get to either a library or a bookstore to get a copy of the book.

Grr.

 

[jadefirefly]

Well, instead I just ordered the book I wanted off amazon.

Now if I can just be patient long enough for it to arrive...

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

I have some thoughst and will be back later to post.

Please don't poll too soon, i have some evil ideas

It will be my pleasure to procrastinate on your behalf Miss Shy .......smiles

You said evil right ?

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

- Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet

Bar the fact this is an exceptional piece what I am really liking about it most in the current climate is that its LONG

Ahem Miss Jade hows that one looking sweety ?

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

I have an idea, but damnit, I need to be able to get to either a library or a bookstore to get a copy of the book.

Grr.

Thats just wonderful Miss Jade you will be able to enjoy the book AFTER you learn the piece YOU insisted I find then place in a Lit Poll for EVERYONE ELSE to vote on YOU LEARNING............ ahhhhhh

 

[FurryFury]

My kids are learning a Monologue to present right now but these are from a book we have.

Here is an interesting site full of good pieces to consider.

http://www.whysanity.net/monos/

Fury

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

My kids are learning a Monologue to present right now but these are from a book we have.

Here is an interesting site full of good pieces to consider.

http://www.whysanity.net/monos/

Fury

Miss Fury Superb reference thank you I have this bookmarked and ohhh this one would be fun to learn.......muahahahaha

Natural Born Killers
written by Denis Leary, screenplay by Oliver Stone, Richard Rutowski and David Veloz, from a story by Quentin Tarantino


Knock, knock! Who's there? Mickey. Mickey who? Mickey Mouse, Mickey Mantle, Mickey Rourke, Mickey Finn, Mickey Dolenz, Mickey Knox. Guilty? You bet your ass. But I think Charles Manson said it best when he said -- "I'm not herrrre, man...I'm not here!" I don't blame Mickey or Mallory. I blame Ajax and Jack Frost and Frosted Flakes and Achy Breaky, Lyndon Johnson, Johnny Cash, Johnny Carson, Johnny Quest. I blame the Pope, and Pop-Tarts, the Popile Pocket Fisherman. Ahh! I blame Jif, and jazz and O.J. Simpson, JFK, RFK, FDR, FBI, CIA, STP, AFL, CIO, ABC, NBC, JVC, VCR. I blame John Wilkes Booth and Sirhan Sirhan Sirhan and Mary Tyler Moore. I blame all people who use three names. Big Bird, guilty, Barney, guilty! I blame Jesus Christ and Jon Bon Jovi! I stick my right index finger in Wayne Newton's left eyeball! Not their parents, not drugs, not society-at-large. Do you want to know who I really blame? The Pittsburgh Pirates because in 1947, Major League Baseball scouted a hot young pitching prospect named Fidel Castro. Hot outta Havana High, he had big speed and a nasty curveball but at the last minute, the teams all rescinded their offers. Just think about that. If Fidel had been drafted, huh huh? No Bay of Pigs, no Kennedy assassination, no cover-up, no Vietnam, no Nixon, no Ford, no bell-bottoms, no Brady Bunch, no earthshoes, no Reagan, no crack. No, we'd all be eating hotdogs and apple-pie and smoking big fat Cuban cigars. M-I-C. See you real soon. K-E-Y. Why? Because they want to, that's why. (lights up a cigar)

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

SHorter piece from "Demolition Man" also done best with Dennis leary in mind

You see, according to Cocteau's plan I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder - "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green jello all over my body reading playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener".

 

[jadefirefly]

Denis Leary kicks ass.

When I come back from my tat appt. and my class tonight I'll check out that monologue site, just to see what's there.

I, of course, bow to miss Rebecca's supreme wisdom.

 

[Shankara20]

I found one....

Fee fi fo fum. I smell the blood of an Englishman
It's kind of a scary thing to say
But I'm a giant, dig, so that's ok
Fee fi fo fum…fe fi fo fum…

Fee fi fo fum… there's so much to be done
Gotta make a list of who to scare
It's kinda mean, but I don't care
Fee fi fo fum… fe fi fo fum…

Give me a ‘Fee’ (Fee!)
Don’t you mess around with me
Give me a ‘Fi’ (Fi!)
Dare you to look me in the eye
Give me a ‘Fo’ (Fo!)
I think there’s something you should know
When you hear that fum
Watch out baby, here I come!

Fe fi fo fum... being nasty's kinda fun
Why scare someone and make em cry?
I'm a giant, that's why!
Fee fi fo fum… fee fi fo fum

Give me a ‘Fee’…

 

[FurryFury]

Miss Fury Superb reference thank you I have this bookmarked and ohhh this one would be fun to learn.......muahahahaha

Natural Born Killers
written by Denis Leary, screenplay by Oliver Stone, Richard Rutowski and David Veloz, from a story by Quentin Tarantino


Knock, knock! Who's there? Mickey. Mickey who? Mickey Mouse, Mickey Mantle, Mickey Rourke, Mickey Finn, Mickey Dolenz, Mickey Knox. Guilty? You bet your ass. But I think Charles Manson said it best when he said -- "I'm not herrrre, man...I'm not here!" I don't blame Mickey or Mallory. I blame Ajax and Jack Frost and Frosted Flakes and Achy Breaky, Lyndon Johnson, Johnny Cash, Johnny Carson, Johnny Quest. I blame the Pope, and Pop-Tarts, the Popile Pocket Fisherman. Ahh! I blame Jif, and jazz and O.J. Simpson, JFK, RFK, FDR, FBI, CIA, STP, AFL, CIO, ABC, NBC, JVC, VCR. I blame John Wilkes Booth and Sirhan Sirhan Sirhan and Mary Tyler Moore. I blame all people who use three names. Big Bird, guilty, Barney, guilty! I blame Jesus Christ and Jon Bon Jovi! I stick my right index finger in Wayne Newton's left eyeball! Not their parents, not drugs, not society-at-large. Do you want to know who I really blame? The Pittsburgh Pirates because in 1947, Major League Baseball scouted a hot young pitching prospect named Fidel Castro. Hot outta Havana High, he had big speed and a nasty curveball but at the last minute, the teams all rescinded their offers. Just think about that. If Fidel had been drafted, huh huh? No Bay of Pigs, no Kennedy assassination, no cover-up, no Vietnam, no Nixon, no Ford, no bell-bottoms, no Brady Bunch, no earthshoes, no Reagan, no crack. No, we'd all be eating hotdogs and apple-pie and smoking big fat Cuban cigars. M-I-C. See you real soon. K-E-Y. Why? Because they want to, that's why. (lights up a cigar)

*GRINS and curtsies*

I am happy to have pleased.

Fury

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

SHorter piece from "Demolition Man" also done best with Dennis leary in mind

You see, according to Cocteau's plan I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder - "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green jello all over my body reading playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener".

Nice shades Salvor........ohh now please keep in mind I am an Australian so while I get the 'Oscar Meyer Wiener' reference ( we call them footy franks....ick) I am wondering is there a special dance that goes with it (I'm a little teapot style sort of thing) ........that we could encourage Miss Jade to also learn as her finale ...smiles.

Patiently awaiting your reply

@}-}rebecca-----

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Denis Leary kicks ass.

When I come back from my tat appt. and my class tonight I'll check out that monologue site, just to see what's there.

I, of course, bow to miss Rebecca's supreme wisdom.

Ahhhh well here is yet another statement that will take some time for me to tire of though my radar tells me that Miss Jade your sucking up big time.........which may I say is nvm............keep up the good work Miss Jade

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

I found one....

Fee fi fo fum. I smell the blood of an Englishman
It's kind of a scary thing to say
But I'm a giant, dig, so that's ok
Fee fi fo fum…fe fi fo fum…

Fee fi fo fum… there's so much to be done
Gotta make a list of who to scare
It's kinda mean, but I don't care
Fee fi fo fum… fe fi fo fum…

Give me a ‘Fee’ (Fee!)
Don’t you mess around with me
Give me a ‘Fi’ (Fi!)
Dare you to look me in the eye
Give me a ‘Fo’ (Fo!)
I think there’s something you should know
When you hear that fum
Watch out baby, here I come!

Fe fi fo fum... being nasty's kinda fun
Why scare someone and make em cry?
I'm a giant, that's why!
Fee fi fo fum… fee fi fo fum

Give me a ‘Fee’…

lmao..........hmmmn Sir Shank........would Miss Jade be wearing pumps or sneakers reciting this piece. Has a sort of Cheerleader on acid type flare to it .......smiles sweetly

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

*GRINS and curtsies*

I am happy to have pleased.

Fury

Miss Jade quickly look at how Miss Fury curtsied then.........such style ........such grace .........taking notes sweety ?