Life is a Highway
Well, life's like a road that you travel on
There's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside every darkened door
Where Blues won't haunt you anymore
For the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won't hesitate
To break down the guarding gate
There's not much time left today, yeah
Life is a highway,
I wanna ride it
All night long
If you're going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long
Through all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights
They knock me down
And back up again
You're in my blood
I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
The road's so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors
Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, yeah
Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long (mmmm yeah)
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long
There was a distance between you and I
(between you and I)
A misunderstanding once
But now, we look it in the eye
Ooooo...Yeah!
There ain't no load that I can't hold
The road's so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors
Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long (all night long, yeah hey)
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long
Life is a highway, I wanna ride it
All night long If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long
Life is a highway,
I wanna ride it
All night long
If your going my way, I wanna drive it
All night long
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, yeah
I chose the song "Life is a Highway" by Rascal Flatts one, because he
is a favorite artist of mine and two, because I really liked
the extended metaphor present in the song. Flatts is
comparing life to a highway road. He sings about the many
twists and turns we encounter throughout our life time, the times we
fall and have to stand back up again, the passion we feel
at being alive and how we "break down the guarding door"
in order to accomplish what we want. Flatts also exhibits a great love
for the long winding life he is living and how, despite all the hardships,
he still has time to stop and enjoy the sights.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
It Rhymes!
After reading various of the other poems,
which I didn't like, I read "Prologue of
the Earthy Paradise" by William Morris and
instantly liked it for the sole reason that it rhymed.
Whenever I read a poem that rhymes I like it,
because I think it is very hard to rhyme certain words
and I feel that a poet who rhymes has put effort into his
writing and that endears the poet and the poem to me.
Upon further reading of the poem, I found I liked the images
it painted and the words it spoke. It is a sad, melancholic
poem singing of days gone, of troubles which weigh us down,
and of people who are gone and yet still remain with us. It
talks about the reality of life and does not try to paint a
picture of what life could be or what we want it to be, but
what it is.
which I didn't like, I read "Prologue of
the Earthy Paradise" by William Morris and
instantly liked it for the sole reason that it rhymed.
Whenever I read a poem that rhymes I like it,
because I think it is very hard to rhyme certain words
and I feel that a poet who rhymes has put effort into his
writing and that endears the poet and the poem to me.
Upon further reading of the poem, I found I liked the images
it painted and the words it spoke. It is a sad, melancholic
poem singing of days gone, of troubles which weigh us down,
and of people who are gone and yet still remain with us. It
talks about the reality of life and does not try to paint a
picture of what life could be or what we want it to be, but
what it is.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
A Really Funny Poem
Ode to things
by Pablo Neruda
I have a crazy,
crazy love of things.
I like pliers,
and scissors.
I love
cups,
rings,
and bowls –
not to speak, of course,
of hats.
I love all things,
not just the grandest,
also the infinite-
ly
small –
thimbles,
spurs,
plates,
and flower vases.
I like this poem, because it's really funny.
Pablo Neruda has written an ode about his
love of things that to me is hilarious.
Its a really cute poem of the wonders and glory
that are things! Not only is it funny, but it is
beautifully written as well. Neruda writes his poem
in such a way where, as you read it, you do not trip
over the words and it has a certain rhythmic flow to it.
by Pablo Neruda
I have a crazy,
crazy love of things.
I like pliers,
and scissors.
I love
cups,
rings,
and bowls –
not to speak, of course,
of hats.
I love all things,
not just the grandest,
also the infinite-
ly
small –
thimbles,
spurs,
plates,
and flower vases.
I like this poem, because it's really funny.
Pablo Neruda has written an ode about his
love of things that to me is hilarious.
Its a really cute poem of the wonders and glory
that are things! Not only is it funny, but it is
beautifully written as well. Neruda writes his poem
in such a way where, as you read it, you do not trip
over the words and it has a certain rhythmic flow to it.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
A Revelation of Robert Frost
Revelation
WE make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.
'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.
But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.
Immediately after reading this poem it became
my favorite of Robert Frost. I like this poem,
because it talk's about human beings and how we
keep ourselves apart from others', but in
reality we hope for someone to come and
find us and see us for who we really are.
Sometimes we hide ourselves too well and thus,
we have to speak out in order to be found. In
his poem, Frost uses personification to give
the emotion of "agitation" to the human heart.
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