Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 29, 2017
There's a Bottom Below
For the next half of National Poetry Month 2017,
Malvina will Sing It, and I'll write a poem in response.
Children's songs, songs about current events, the environment, politics, and gender inequity -- I've gotten to know Malvina Reynolds, but today's song makes me laugh. It's as though Malvina Reynolds has gotten to know ME! Add blues to her list of musical genres. My version of this song doesn't match her rhythm well enough to be sung, and I certainly could have written a more sobering and depressing version about my March, but I couldn't resist capturing a snapshot of the past couple of days.
The Fifth Grade in May Blues
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Oh, no.
There's a bottom below.
There's a low below the low you know.
You can't imagine how far you can go...down.
Every once in awhile your lesson hits home
It clicks, it’s fun, but don’t forget...next time you’ll go...down
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Oh, no.
There's a bottom below.
You watch the Kleenex fill up the trash can
Wash every surface with Chlorox and then (on the weekend) you go...down
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Oh, no.
There's a bottom below.
You’re patient and kind and your voice is kept low
You’re frustrated and angry and then you yell...you’ve gone...down
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Do you think you've hit bottom?
Oh, no.
There's a bottom below.
There's a low below the low you know.
You can't imagine how far you can go...down.
©Mary Lee Hahn (with apologies to Malvina Reynolds)
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Ticky Tacky
For the next half of National Poetry Month 2017,
Malvina will Sing It, and I'll write a poem in response.
One of the strongest unifying topics in Malvina Reynolds' songs is politics and protest. The next few days will feature songs written in the 1960's and 1970's, but which are fresh and topical today.
Ticky Tacky
(to the tune of "Little Boxes")
It’s the sameness, lack-of-change-ness
It’s the absence of diversity
Economic inequality
Absolute conformity
It’s a boilermaker
Never varying
So redundant
Truly tedious
It’s the absence of diversity
And it all looks just the same.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2017
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
My Gal, Mother Nature
“...it was while doing graduate work in English there (University of California Berkeley) that she did some student teaching. She used pop songs to teach her high school students about rhyme scheme and meter, as they were not poetry readers."
http://www.harvardsquarelibrary.org/biographies/malvina-reynolds/
Malvina Reynolds would have been at Berkeley in the 1920's, and "Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue" was a popular song then. Perhaps it was one she used to teach about rhyme scheme and meter.
Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue
Words: Sam M. Lewis and Joseph Widow Young; Music: Ray Henderson (1925)
Five foot two, eyes of blue,
but oh, what those five foot could do:
has anybody seen my gal?
Turned-up nose, turned-down hose
Flapper? Yes sir, one of those
Has anybody seen my gal?
Now, if you run into
a five-foot-two
covered with fur,
Diamond rings,
and all those things,
Bet your life it isn't her
But could she love, could she woo!
Could she, could she, could she coo!
Has anybody seen my gal?
My Gal, Mother Nature
Birds and bees, rocks and trees
Oh the breeze and green green leaves
Has anybody seen my gal?
Skies of blue, rivers too
Nature? Yes we need her hues
Has anybody seen my gal?
Now if the skies are hazed
Parks are paved
Trash everywhere,
Species dead
Sewage spread
Bet your life there’s no clean air
The temps are high, could she die?
Could she, could she, could she die?
Has anybody seen my gal?
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2017
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Little Red Hen
Red is the color of socialists,
and what do socialists believe?
Everyone works, everyone helps,
together, everyone achieves.
Hen asked for help planting wheat.
The other animals said no.
Hen did all the work without any help,
from seed to plant, flour, and dough.
Little Red Hen is a socialist
and what do socialists believe?
Everyone works, everyone helps,
Everyone works, everyone helps,
together, everyone achieves.
Work is a part of the process:
no help with the work means no bread,
no help with the work makes you lazy,
when the lazy don’t help they aren’t fed.
Little Red Hen is a socialist,
and what do socialists believe?
Everyone works, everyone helps,
together, everyone achieves.
Work is a part of the process:
no help with the work means no bread,
no help with the work makes you lazy,
when the lazy don’t help they aren’t fed.
Little Red Hen is a socialist,
and what do socialists believe?
Everyone works, everyone helps,
together, everyone achieves.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2017
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Five Odd Ducks
| photo by Joy Acey |
Five Odd Ducks
(to the tune of "Three Blind Mice")
Five odd ducks
Five odd ducks
See mottled bills
See mottled bills
They can't decide if they're black or they're white
They waddle and waggle in morning's bright light
They're five odd ducks
Five odd ducks
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
This poem was composed in the comments of Joy Acey's Poetry Friday post. Just for fun, I'll archive it here, too.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Song of Smart
SONG OF SMART
(inspired by Opening Minds, by Peter H. Johnston)
Smart is not a have / have not --
it grows.
Smart is not a can / can not --
it grows.
Increase and build and grow your smarts
Don't give up on the hard parts
Make a plan and plan on change
Risk mistakes -- they grow your brain, 'cause...
Smart is not a have / have not --
it grows.
Smart is not a can / can not --
it grows.
Smart takes work, don't get me wrong
And work builds brains, makes your mind strong
Work is fun, it makes you YOU
Become -- grow -- learn, it's what we do, 'cause...
Smart is not a have / have not --
it grows.
Smart is not a can / can not --
it grows.
© Mary Lee Hahn, 2012
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