Abraham Lincoln "The Gettysburg Address" Animation Movie

Walt Whitman "I hear America singing" Poem Animation

Longfellow "Paul Revere's Ride" Poem Animation Movie

Walt Whitman "O Captain! My Captain!" Poem Animation Movie

Lewis Carroll " Jabberwocky" Poem Movie Animation

Matthew Arnold "Dover Beach" Victorian Poem Animation

Alan Seeger " Rendezvous" WW1 Poem Animation movie

Rudyard Kipling if" Poem Animation

The Raven

Edgar Allen Poe animated by Jim Clark.

Spell Check Poem

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea,
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight for it two say,
Weather eye and wring oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long,
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should bee proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaw's are knot aloud.

Eye have run this poem threw it
Your sure reel glad two no,
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

--Sauce unknown

Math Poem

This poem was written by John Saxon (an author of math textbooks).
((12 + 144 + 20 + (3 * 4^(1/2))) / 7) + (5 * 11) = 9^2 + 0

Or for those who have trouble with the poem:

A Dozen, a Gross and a Score,
plus three times the square root of four,
divided by seven,
plus five times eleven,
equals nine squared and not a bit more.

I went to the animal fair

I went to the animal fair,
The birds and the beasts were there,
The big baboon by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair,
The monkey bumped the skunk,
And sat on the elephant’s trunk;
The elephant sneezed and fell to his knees,
And that was the end of the monk,
The monk, the monk, the monk,
The monk, the monk, the monk.

Kubla Khan (1797) Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

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.

This is a good example of a poem having as many dimensions as you might like to afford it. On the one hand, there is no certainty as to exactly what Coleridge is talking about. However, it is also deemed by many critics to be profoundly symbolic (art v nature etc.). The poem does appear to most to have obvious sexual imagery, though Coleridge himself did not elaborate on any hidden depths or symbolic undertones. Kubla Khan was, upon its publication, widely denigrated by contemporary critics. Today, it is viewed as a work of genius.

Interesting fact: Coleridge (possessor of an egregious opium addiction) stated that he woke one morning having had a dream/vision of the entire text of Kubla Khan. The poem remained unfinished because, as he was in the midst of writing it down, he was interrupted by a knock at the door - it was a local village tradesman. After some small talk the villager departed, but Coleridge had now lost his train of thought and could not remember the rest of the poem! Bummer!

This Be The Verse (1971) Philip Larkin (1922-1985)

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

Who said modern poetry is dead! Undoubtedly Larkin’s best known poem, according to wikipedia “It appears in its entirety on more than a thousand web pages. It is frequently parodied. Television viewers in the United Kingdom voted it one of the Nation’s Top 100 Poems”. Cynical..yes, but also memorable.

"The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe

recited by Christopher Walken
classic poem of madness and loneliness.

Imagine there's no Apple,

Grab your piano and sing along!


Imagine (sung to the tune of John Lennon's "Imagine")


Imagine there's no Apple,
No products that begin with "i,"
No monthly iPod models,
No Apple stores to get you high.
Imagine all the people
Finding other things to do!


Imagine there's no bloggers...
It isn't hard to do!
No viruses or spyware,
No weekly Windows patches, too
Imagine all the people
Learning to get a life...


(You-hoo-hoo!)


You may say it'd be a nightmare
Without Google, Mac or Dell
We might have real conversations--
But the world would be dull as hell!


Imagine no new cellphones;
Kiss console games goodbye.
No David Pogue or Mossberg
To tell us what to buy.
Imagine all the people
Getting some exercise!


(You-hoo-hoo!)


You may say that I'm a loony
But rest assured I'm almost done.
I'm pretty sure it'll never happen
So we nerds can live as one!


http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/17/technology/personaltech/17pogue-email.html?8cir&emc=cir