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Six Honest Serving Men by Rudyard Kipling | Animated Poem | Poem #2
About Six Honest Serving Men by Rudyard Kipling: While we keep growing all our years, the ‘growing up years’ – from childhood to adulthood – make for some of the most fascinating and life-changing experiences. This poem by Rudyard Kipling is a tribute to a child’s curiosity. It is the enquiring child in us who helps us gain knowledge and learn different things. The poem is a glorification of childhood, a stage in which man learns the most, in contrast to the adult stage in which the gradual lack of interest in worldly affairs leads to stagnation of knowledge. The poet wants to say that we should keep on questioning and never lose the child in us. You can also watch more Animated Rhymes & Stories @ https://www.youtube.com/PeriwinkleKids Don't forget to subscribe! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PeriwinkleKids/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Periwinkle_Kids Google Plus: https://plus.google.com/+PeriwinkleKids
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I Keep Six Honest...[KIPLING poem set to music]
Here is another of Rudyard Kipling's poems which I have set to music: "I Keep Six Honest..." Am I keep six honest serving-men E7 (They taught me all I knew); Am Their names are What and Why and When G And How and Where and Who. C I send them over land and sea, G I send them east and west; Am But after they have worked for me, E7 I give them all a rest. I let them rest from nine till five, For I am busy then, As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea, For they are hungry men. But different folk have different views. I know a person small- She keeps ten million serving-men, Who get no rest at all! C D She sends'em abroad on her own affairs, Am G From the second she opens her eyes- F Am One million Hows, two million Wheres, C G E7 And seven million Whys! Rudyard Kipling From The Elephant's Child
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I Keep Six Honest Serving–men by Rudyard Kipling – Audiobook
Audiobook full length. This poem about a child's inquisitiveness, follows the short story The Elephant's Child in Rudyard KIpling's Just So Stories. (1902) English audio books playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZmLAWS_elMr-R9RQCpQNxs95SH_XSnNV German audio books playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZmLAWS_elMp2nGzKlMi1ibO_L5HtBR3J French audio books playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZmLAWS_elMqEBaoW7ZgEQ1szlSYPzbF- Spanish audio books playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZmLAWS_elMondrW0mkksUiIROcxPcwGV Dutch audio books playlisthttps://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZmLAWS_elMqYUKL_ZsnxRShg72eKWBXO Russian audio books playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZmLAWS_elMpUnwvrPYwuBKZh6_UnNAMr Finnish audio books playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZmLAWS_elMoXQI1fQVu6rIjT3d9JlYCi Japanese audio books playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZmLAWS_elMoGrPEoMUYQE_vKZBQ8gGu_ Portuguese audio books playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZmLAWS_elMog4TUM0b6NgruFqA9HmHlq
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Use Rudyard Kipling's 6 honest serving men to deal with your challenges.
I Keep Six Honest Serving-men Audiobook
I Keep Six Honest Serving-men Audiobook by Rudyard Kipling. Free full length audio book. ► Subscribe to our channel: https://youtube.com/channel/UCzVHZTS1szzZ7FHU43kdPFg?sub_confirmation=1 0:00:00 01 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by ALP 0:01:16 02 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by BK 0:02:36 03 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by CMM 0:03:39 04 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by DL 0:05:08 05 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by EL 0:06:32 06 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by ERS 0:07:40 07 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by GG 0:09:09 08 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by LAH 0:10:27 09 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by LCW 0:11:39 10 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by MSD 0:12:51 11 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by RAJ 0:14:05 12 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by SWS 0:15:33 13 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by TD 0:16:54 14 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by TP 0:18:13 15 - I Keep Six Honest Serving-men - Read by VB #audiobook #audiobooks #IKeepSixHonestServing-men
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Tommy by Rudyard Kipling - Poetry Reading
Tommy - A poem by Rudyard Kipling. About the poem - This poem was part of the Barrack-Room Ballads, which were dedicated "To T.A." in 1892, and in 1893 the music hall song Private Tommy Atkins was published with words by Henry Hamilton and music by S. Potter. In 1898 William McGonagall wrote Lines in Praise of Tommy Atkins, which was an attack on what McGonagall saw as the disparaging portrayal of Tommy in Kipling's poem. About the poet - Rudyard Kipling (1865 --1936) was an English poet, short-story writer, and novelist. He was born in Bombay, in the Bombay Presidency of British India. He is chiefly remembered for his celebration of British imperialism, tales and poems of British soldiers in India, and his tales for children. Kipling received the 1907 Nobel Prize for Literature. For more videos log onto http://www.youtube.com/pearlsofwisdom Also find us on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pearlsofwisdomchannel Subscribe & Stay Tuned - http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=pearlsofwisdom
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The Broken Men [KIPLING poem set to music]
Here is another poem by Rudyard Kipling which I have set to music: The Broken Men 1902 C E7 For things we never mention, Am G For Art misunderstood -- Am Em For excellent intention Am E7 That did not turn to good; F G From ancient tales' renewing, Am D From clouds we would not clear -- C G Beyond the Law's pursuing Am E7 We fled, and settled here. We took no tearful leaving, We bade no long good-byes. Men talked of crime and thieving, Men wrote of fraud and lies. To save our injured feelings 'Twas time and time to go -- Behind was dock and Dartmoor, Ahead lay Callao! A Em The widow and the orphan G F#m That pray for ten per cent, Bm Em They clapped their trailers on us G F#m To spy the road we went. D F#m They watched the foreign sailings Bm F#m (They scan the shipping still), G A And that's your Christian people G A7 Returning good for ill! God bless the thoughtful islands Where never warrants come; God bless the just Republics That give a man a home, That ask no foolish questions, But set him on his feet; And save his wife and daughters From the workhouse and the street! On church and square and market The noonday silence falls; You'll hear the drowsy mutter Of the fountain in our halls. Asleep amid the yuccas The city takes her ease -- Till twilight brings the land-wind To the clicking jalousies. Day long the diamond weather, The high, unaltered blue -- The smell of goats and incense And the mule-bells tinkling through. Day long the warder ocean That keeps us from our kin, And once a month our levee When the English mail comes in. You'll find us up and waiting To treat you at the bar; You'll find us less exclusive Than the average English are. We'll meet you with a carriage, Too glad to show you round, But -- we do not lunch on steamers, For they are English ground. We sail o' nights to England And join our smiling Boards -- Our wives go in with Viscounts And our daughters dance with Lords, But behind our princely doings, And behind each coup we make, We feel there's Something Waiting, And -- we meet It when we wake. Ah, God! One sniff of England -- To greet our flesh and blood -- To hear the traffic slurring Once more through London mud! Our towns of wasted honour -- Our streets of lost delight! How stands the old Lord Warden? Are Dover's cliffs still white? Rudyard Kipling
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6th grade poetry
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Six honest Sabrine
Sabrine declaims the beggining of tthe Rudyard Kipling's poem "Six Honest Sertving Men" . ESL class - begginner I KEEP six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who. I send them over land and sea, I send them east and west; But after they have worked for me, I give them all a rest. I let them rest from nine till five, For I am busy then, As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea, For they are hungry men. But different folk have different views; I know a person small— She keeps ten million serving-men, Who get no rest at all! She sends'em abroad on her own affairs, From the second she opens her eyes— One million Hows, two million Wheres, And seven million Whys!
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M.I. [KIPLING poem set to music]
M. I. Mounted Infantry of the Line A D A E7 I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm, F#m A E D And a knife and a spoon in my putties that I found on a Boer farm, A C#m F#m C#m Atop of a sore-backed Argentine, with a thirst that you couldn’t by. A D I used to be in the Yorkshires once A E7 (Sussex, Lincolns, and Rifles once), A C#m Hampshires, Glosters, and Scottish once! (ad lib.) D B7 But now I am M. I. C#m G#m C#m G#m That is what we are known as – that is the name you must call A E A D If you want officers’ servants, pickets an’ ‘orseguards an’ all – F#m Bm F#m Bm Details for burin’-parties, company-cooks or supply – D A C#m D Turn out the chronic Ikonas! Roll up the – M. I.! My ‘ands are spotty with veldt-sores, my shirt is a button an’ frill, An’ the things I’ve used my bay’nit for would made a tinker ill! An’ I don’t know whose dam’ column I’m in, nor where we’re trekkin’ nor why. I’ve trekked from the Vaal to the Orange once – From the Vaal to the greasy Pongolo once – (Or else it was called the Zambesi once) – For now I am M. I.! That is what we are known as - we are the push your require For outposts all night under freezin’, an’ rearguard all day under fire. Anything ‘ot or unwholesome? Anything dusty or dry? Borrow a bunch of Ikonas! Trot out the – M. I.! Our Sergeant-Major’s a subaltern, our Captain’s a Fusilier – Our Adjutant’s “late of Somebody’s ‘Orse,” an’ a Melbourne auctioneer; But you couldn’t spot us at ‘arf a mile from the crackest caval-ry. They used to talk about Lancers once, Hussars, Dragoons, an’ Lancers once, ‘Elmets, pistols, and carbines once, But now we are M. I.! That is what we are known as – we are the orphans they blame For beggin’ the loan of an ‘ead-stall an’ makin’ a mount to the same. ‘Can’t even look at their ‘orslines but someone goes bellerin’ “Hi! “’Ere comes a burglin’ Ikona! Footsack you – M. I.!” We are trekkin’ our twenty miles a day an‘ bein’ loved by the Dutch, But we don’t hold on by the mane nor more, nor lose our stirrups – much; An’ we scout with a senior man in charge where the ‘oly white flags fly. We used to think they were friendly once, Didn’t take any precautions once (Once, my ducky, an’ only once!) But now we are M. I.! That is what we are known as – we are the beggars that got Three days “to learn equitation,” an’ six month o’ blumin’ well trot! Cow-guns, an’ cattle, an’ convoys – an’ Mister De Wet on the fly – We are the rolling Ikonas! We are the M. I.! The new fat regiments come from home, imaginin’ vain V.C.’s (The same as your talky-fighty men which are often Number Threes), But our words o’ command are “Scatter” an’ “Close” an’ “Let you wounded lie.” We used to rescue ‘em noble once, - Givin’ the range as we raised ‘em once – Gettin ‘em killed as we saved ‘em once – But now we are M. I.! That is what we are known as – we are the lanterns you view After a fight round the kopjes, lookin’ the men that we knew; Whistlin’ an’ callin’ together, ‘altin’ to catch the reply: - “’Elp me! O ‘elp me, Ikonas! This way, the – M. I.!” I wish my mother could see me now, a-gathering news in my own, When I ride like a General up to the scrub and ride back like Tod Sloan, Remarkable close to my ‘orse’s neck to let the shots go by. We used to fancy it risky once (Called it a reconnaissance once), Under the charge of the orf’cer once, But now we are M. I.! That is what we are known as – that is the song you must say When you want men to be Mausered at one and a penny a day; We are no five-bob Colonials – we are the ‘ome-made supply, Ask for the London Ikonas! Ring up the – M.I.! I wish myself could talk to myself as I left ‘im a year ago; I could tell ‘im a lot that would save ‘im a lot on the things that ‘e ought to know! When I think o’ that ignorant barrack-bird, it almost makes me cry. I used to belong in an Army once (Gawd! what a rum little Army once), Red little, dead little Army once! But now I am M. I.! This is what we are known as – we are the men that have been Over a year at the business, smelt it an’ felt it an‘ seen. We ‘ave got ‘old of the needful – you will be told by and by; Wait till you’ve ‘eard Ikonas, spoke to the old M.I.! A A/G A/F# A/F Mount – march Ikonas! Stand to your ‘orses again! A A/G A/F# A/F Mop off the frost on the saddles, mop up the miles on the plain. Bb Bm F#m G Out go the stars in the dawnin’, up goes our dust to the sky, A C#m D E7 Walk – trot, Ikonas! Trek jou, the old M. I.!
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Six serving men. (by R.Kipling)
I have six honest serving men. They taught me all I knew. Their names are What, and Why, and When, And How, and Where, And Who. I send them over land and sea, I send them east and west, But after they have worked for me I give them all a rest. /.../
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The Stranger - Rudyard Kipling - Audiobook//Poetry
The Stranger - Rudyard Kipling - 1908 The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk— I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind. The men of my own stock, They may do ill or well, But they tell the lies I am wonted to, They are used to the lies I tell; And we do not need interpreters When we go to buy or sell. The Stranger within my gates, He may be evil or good, But I cannot tell what powers control— What reasons sway his mood; Nor when the Gods of his far-off land Shall repossess his blood. The men of my own stock, Bitter bad they may be, But, at least, they hear the things I hear, And see the things I see; And whatever I think of them and their likes They think of the likes of me. This was my father's belief And this is also mine: Let the corn be all one sheaf— And the grapes be all one vine, Ere our children's teeth are set on edge By bitter bread and wine. Please subscribe
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The Irish Guards [KIPLING poem set to music]
Here is another of Rudyard Kipling's poems which I have set to music: The Irish Guards ________________________________________ A E D F#m WE'RE not so old in the Army List, A D E But we're not so young at our trade. A E D F#m For we had the honour at Fontenoy A D E Of meeting the Guards' Brigade. D A Bm F#m 'Twas Lally, Dillon, Bulkeley, Clare, D A Bm And Lee that led us then, D A Bm F#m And after a hundred and seventy years D A Bm We're fighting for France again! D A D A Old Days! The wild geese are flighting, C#m Bm A Bm Head to the storm as they faced it before! D A Bm C#m For where there are Irish there's bound to be fighting, D A F#m D And when there's no fighting, it's Ireland no more! A D E7 Ireland no more! The fashion's all for khaki now, But once through France we went Full-dressed in scarlet Army cloth, The English - left at Ghent. They're fighting on our side today But, before they changed their clothes, The half of Europe knew our fame, As all of Ireland knows! Old Days! The wild geese are flying, Head to the storm as they faced it before! For where there are Irish there's memory undying. And when we forget, it is Ireland no more! Ireland no more! From Barry Wood to Gouzeaucourt, From Boyne to Pilkem Ridge, The ancient days come back no more Than water under the bridge. But the bridge it stands and the water runs As red as yesterday, And the Irish move to the sound of the guns Like salmon to the sea. Old Days! The wild geese are ranging . Head to the storm as they faced it before! For where there are Irish their hearts are unchanging, And when they are changed, it is Ireland no more! Ireland no more! We're not so old in the Army List, But we're not so new in the ring, For we carried our packs with Marshal Saxe When Louis was our King. But Douglas Haig's our Marshal now And we're King George's men, And after one hundred and seventy years We're fighting for France again! C#m Bm A Bm Ah, France! And did we stand by you, D A F#m D When life was made splendid with gifts and rewards? F#m A Bm Ah, France! And will we deny you A Bm C#m Bm In the hour of your agony, Mother of Swords? Old Days! The wild geese are flighting, Head to the storm as they faced it before! For where there are Irish there's loving and fighting, And when we stop either, it's Ireland no more! Ireland no more!
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Rudyard Kipling - Poems - The Long Trail - Bernard Miles - 78 rpm - HMV 102
Here's the late great English actor Bernard Miles reciting 3 poems by Rudyard Kipling The Long Trail - Danny Deever - The Sestina of the Tramp-Royal from a 78 rpm Shellac record probably recorded in the early 1950's.
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I Keep six honest!
MASA-Sem 1 :)
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"If" poem by Rudyard Kipling (British accent)
visit http://www.norwichenglish.co.uk for more poetry Read in a southern British accent. Audio (c) 2012 Martin Harris ------------------------------------------------------------------ If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master; If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn--out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -- Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man my son! ------------Vocabulary------------------------------- make allowance for -- accept/tolerate/forgive keep your head -- stay in control/don't go crazy doubting -- unbelieving/not trusting deal in -- involve in /take part in wise -- clever or with wisdom triumph -- winning, success or victory disaster -- failure or tragedy impostor(s) -- pretender/fake bear -- stand/accept knave(s) -- cheater/dishonest person stoop -- to bend the body forward or backward build 'em up = build them up worn-out -- over-used/exhausted heap -- a large collection of something / a pile pitch-and-toss -- "throw--and--flip" of a coin /gamble nerve -- (metaphorically) courage and control under pressure sinew -- muscle, (metaphorically) strength/power will -- determination/spirit virtue -- good value/quality common touch -- ability to communicate with ordinary people. foes -- enemies
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Six Serving Men of Quality Improvement
How to gather defect data using the Six Serving Men, Excel and QI Macros www.qimacros.com
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Rudyard Kipling "Three Poems" Poem animation
Here's a virtual movie of Rudyard Kipling reciting three of his best loved poems The Way through the Woods Cities & thrones & powers The Storm Cone A big thankyou to fellow youtuber EMGColonel for sharing these wonderful and rare sound recordings of Carleton Hobbs definitively reciting these lovely poems EMGColonel's unique and brilliant youtube channel can be found at this link. http://www.youtube.com/user/EMGColonel/videos Joseph Rudyard Kipling (/ˈrʌdjərd ˈkɪplɪŋ/ rud-yəd kip-ling; 30 December 1865 -- 18 January 1936)[1] was an English short-story writer, poet, and novelist chiefly remembered for his tales and poems of British soldiers in India and his tales for children. He was born in Bombay, in the Bombay Presidency of British India, and was taken by his family to England when he was five years old.[2] Kipling is best known for his works of fiction, including The Jungle Book (a collection of stories which includes "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"), Just So Stories (1902), Kim (1901) (a tale of adventure), many short stories, including "The Man Who Would Be King" (1888);[3][4] and his poems, including "Mandalay" (1890), "Gunga Din" (1890), "The White Man's Burden" (1899) and "If—" (1910). He is regarded as a major "innovator in the art of the short story";[5] his children's books are enduring classics of children's literature; and his best works are said to exhibit "a versatile and luminous narrative gift".[6][7] Kipling was one of the most popular writers in England, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.[5] Henry James said: "Kipling strikes me personally as the most complete man of genius (as distinct from fine intelligence) that I have ever known."[5] In 1907 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, making him the first English-language writer to receive the prize, and to date he remains its youngest recipient.[8] Among other honours, he was sounded out for the British Poet Laureateship and on several occasions for a knighthood, all of which he declined.[9] Kipling's subsequent reputation has changed according to the political and social climate of the age[10][11] and the resulting contrasting views about him continued for much of the 20th century.[12][13] George Orwell called him a "prophet of British imperialism".[14] Literary critic Douglas Kerr wrote: "He [Kipling] is still an author who can inspire passionate disagreement and his place in literary and cultural history is far from settled. But as the age of the European empires recedes, he is recognised as an incomparable, if controversial, interpreter of how empire was experienced. That, and an increasing recognition of his extraordinary narrative gifts, make him a force to be reckoned with. Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2013
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Six Serving Men
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An Epic Poem By Rudyard Kipling: Tyburn Does "East is East"
Gene Tyburn http://www.tyburnoperas.com
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Six Serving Men
I keep six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who. I send them over land and sea, I send them east and west; But after they have worked for me, I give them all a rest.... ..... ..... ........ Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) from «The Elephant’s Child» Есть у меня шестерка слуг… Есть у меня шестерка слуг, Проворных, удалых. И все, что вижу я вокруг, — Все знаю я от них. Они по знаку моему Являются в нужде. Зовут их: Как и Почему, Кто, Что, Когда и Где. Я по морям и по лесам Гоняю верных слуг. Потом работаю я сам, А им даю досуг.... ..... ...... ........ Редьярд Киплинг из сказки «Слоненок» перевод С.Я. Маршака
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‘IF’ - Poem by Rudyard Kipling (A SpiritHoods Father & Son Adventure)
In honor of Father’s Day this year I wanted to create something a little more personal. Something to celebrate the connection I share with my son and our love of nature. The foundational audio of this film is the poem ‘IF’ written in 1895 By Rudyard Kipling recited here by Dennis Hopper on The Johnny Cash Show, September 30, 1970. This is my all time favorite poem and moves me in ways very few words ever have. The beliefs and principles in this poem have become a family creed for myself, my son, and many others in our lives. The film was shot on a piece of land near the Umpqua River in Oregon. I’ve been visiting this amazing place since I was baby and it holds a particularly special place in my heart. This trip marked the first time my son got to experience this wild and beautiful place. It was truly magnificent to see it all through the eyes of a young boy once again. Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers and all the children. -Marley Marotta (SpiritHoods Co-Founder) Follow Marley here: https://www.instagram.com/latifheart/?hl=en
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Classic Poetry: Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling (Lark Recordings)
Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling, read by David Philo. This poem, included in Barrack-Room Ballads, and Other Verses, is one of Kipling's most popular verses. It is written in the same cockney dialect as "Tommy", "Fuzzy-Wuzzy", "Danny Deever", and others. It consists of five stanzas with rhyming lines. There is a lot of dialogue, as Kipling includes the words that the soldiers would shout out to Gunga Din. The poem details the respect and admiration for a bhishti water-carrier on the part of a British soldier. A bhishti is the traditional water-carrier of South Asia, including India; they usually carry their water in a goatskin bag. It is rather interesting that Kipling expresses such blatant admiration for this figure, even going to the lengths of titling the poem after him, because it is common to ascribe to Kipling only the beliefs about "Oriental" peoples as found in the noxious "White Man's Burden". Indeed, Kipling's views on native peoples are complicated; even though there is clearly racism at play in this poem and in "The Ballad of East and West", there is also a frank portrayal of admiration. (gradesaver.com, 2014. Rudyard Kipling's Poems Summary and Analysis. Available at http://www.gradesaver.com/rudyard-kipling-poems/study-guide/section1/)
Grade 6 Four Types of Poetry
Easter Wings by George Herbert http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173626 Volleyball by a sixth grade student http://msmcclure.com/?page_id=1264
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Addressing Project Failure
This shows ways in which project failure can be addressed at the highest level. We need to know the what's, why's and how's etc with any undertaking... The first few lines from a poem by Kipling sums this up nicely - 'I keep six honest serving men, they taught me all I knew, their names are What & Why & When and Where & How & Who'. The spirit of this poem is wrapped up in the Project Initiation Documentation, known as the PID, which will become the main source of management information, and the baseline for the project. The PID essentially becomes a contract between the Project Manager and the Project Board and should hold sufficient detail to encourage the Project Board to take ownership for the project. After all, the Project Board are the 'owners' of the project.
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8 Poems by Rudyard Kipling (HQ Poetry Reading)
Original narration by Nicholas Krauss. These verse poems can serve as a great introduction to Rudyard Kipling's poetry. 1. Danny Deever 2. Shillin' a Day 3. Recessional 4. Harp Song of the Dane Women 5. A Pict Song 6. The Way Through the Woods 7. Epitaphs of the War 8. We and They Joseph Rudyard Kipling, 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) was an English journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist. Kipling was born in India to English parents. Kipling was one of the most popular writers in the United Kingdom, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
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Punjabi Poem Way men Tidke Gharay
سپورن سنگھ گلزار کی آواز اور امرتا پریتم کا کلام
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Animated Poems
This was a collaboration piece that my animation class did with one of the slam poets on campus.
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Poem on confidence
BPT 1501 student number 65288165
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Open Mic Poetry 6/27/2018
I Wrote a poem called "What Happened" My story isn't unique as a kid I used to run around in the backyard and play hide and seek, jump on the trampoline so when did I become a homeless dope fien, what happened ACEing all my AP classes seems like yesterday so I'm thinking when did I throw it all the way i t went from my mom helping out with the PTA to her son committing a GTA what happened It went from video games and sleepovers and nowadays I can't even sleep sober teachers used to shower the Praises so much potential the sky's the limit above average IQ now when people see me they tell their kids Jimmy stay in school or one day that'll be you what happened I went from writing a $50,000 winning business plan to selling $40 bags of meth thinking I'm a businessman like what happened and my younger years full of energy life and charismatic and now I'm a lethargic unmotivated scheming drug addict what happened I used to attract members of the opposite sex with my charm but I lost all my seductive characteristics when I put the needle in my arm I used to be funny and joy laugh you know good sense of humor and nowadays I wouldn't mind if death came by a little sooner I used to be independent own my own car live in my own apartment but I sold my manhood and just to get high and become an indentured servant like what happened I used to have respect and integrity now when I call my call or text my friends and family they won't even reply to me smoking weed and weekend parties used to be fun and now I have three warrants in two states living on the Run what happens how did I end up in a facility showering with a hundred other men and in order to open the door I have to pass a breathalyzer to get in, I graduated with honors now I'm in my arraignment saying yes your honor my whole family is estranged and I'm asking strangers for change What happened yeah used to I used to be strong healthy and a handsome young man now I'm weak malnourished and eating beans out of a can it's okay if you don't understand my Fall From Grace sometimes I look around and ask myself what happened how do I get in this place where all my belongings are in a trash bag I weigh a buck 30 I'm unshowered and all dirty nowadays I'm trying to stay alive when I used to be the life of the party I used to have million-dollar aspirations now I'm picking up receipts in front of gas stations went from fingerpainting to Central Booking getting fingerprints went from searching for Easter eggs to swat teams knocking down my door serving search warrants what happened I used to be a real-life Tom Sawyer and now I'm talking plea Bargains every Friday night with my lawyer see every night I used to curl up in my cozy bed now I'm sleeping on couches using my backpack in the pillow I held down three job but now I'm unemployed And my bank accounts on zero I sit around sometimes and ask myself what happened I asked does anyone ever anyone else ever feel this way on the straight and narrow and I led astray what happened I truthfully don't know if someone has an answer I'm all ears cuz I've been asking myself what's happening for the last 8 years
Views: 204 Sober Samurai
NATURE, POEM 1 New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns, And still the punctual snow! NATURE, POEM 2: MAY-FLOWER Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll, Next to the robin In every human soul. Bold little beauty, Bedecked with thee, Nature forswears Antiquity. NATURE, POEM 3: WHY The murmur of a bee A witchcraft yieldeth me. If any ask me why, 'T were easier to die Than tell. The red upon the hill Taketh away my will; If anybody sneer, Take care, for God is here, That's all. The breaking of the day Addeth to my degree; If any ask me how, Artist, who drew me so, Must tell! NATURE, POEM 4 Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower? But I could never sell. If you would like to borrow Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the bees, from clover rows Their hock and sherry draw, Why, I will lend until just then, But not an hour more! NATURE, POEM 5 The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy. NATURE, POEM 6: A SERVICE OF SONG Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome. Some keep the Sabbath in surplice; I just wear my wings, And instead of tolling the bell for church, Our little sexton sings. God preaches, — a noted clergyman, — And the sermon is never long; So instead of getting to heaven at last, I'm going all along! NATURE, POEM 7 The bee is not afraid of me, I know the butterfly; The pretty people in the woods Receive me cordially. The brooks laugh louder when I come, The breezes madder play. Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists? Wherefore, O summer's day? NATURE, POEM 8: SUMMER'S ARMIES Some rainbow coming from the fair! Some vision of the world Cashmere I confidently see! Or else a peacock's purple train, Feather by feather, on the plain Fritters itself away! The dreamy butterflies bestir, Lethargic pools resume the whir Of last year's sundered tune. From some old fortress on the sun Baronial bees march, one by one, In murmuring platoon! The robins stand as thick to-day As flakes of snow stood yesterday, On fence and roof and twig. The orchis binds her feather on For her old lover, Don the Sun, Revisiting the bog! Without commander, countless, still, The regiment of wood and hill In bright detachment stand. Behold! Whose multitudes are these? The children of whose turbaned seas, Or what Circassian land?
Views: 108 Guri Singh
My Boy Jack - Rudyard Kipling poem reading | Jordan Harling Reads
Poetry reading of My Boy Jack by Rudyard Kipling. Classic poem readings uploaded at midday (UK) every day. ----------------------------------------------- Find more poetry you'll love by subscribing to Jordan Harling Reads - https://goo.gl/HStr19 Follow Jordan Harling Reads on Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/harlingreads ----------------------------------------------- Full poem text, public domain (also available in subtitles): "Have you news of my boy Jack?" Not this tide. "When d'you think that he'll come back?" Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. "Has any one else had word of him?" Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. "Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?" None this tide, Nor any tide, Except he did not shame his kind--- Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide. Then hold your head up all the more, This tide, And every tide; Because he was the son you bore, And gave to that wind blowing and that tide. My Boy Jack - written by Rudyard Kipling Narrated by Jordan Harling ----------------------------------------------- Background music: https://musopen.org/music/410/gustav-holst/first-suite-for-military-band-op-28-no-1/ First Suite for Military Band, Op. 28 no. 1 - I. Chaconne - composed by Gustav Holst performed by United States Marine Band (Public Domain Mark 1.0) ----------------------------------------------- Author image: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/45/Naulaka_kplng_study.jpg See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons -----------------------------------------------
Six Year Darling - Vernon Scannell  - Betty Mulcahy - Poem - Animation
Here's a virtual movie of the renowned English reciter of poetry Betty Mulcahy reading "Six Year Darling" by Vernon Scannell. Vernon Scannell (1922 - 2007) published his poetry from the 1950s right up to the last year of his life, but seems to be less well-known than he deserves, despite being the recipient of the Heinemann Award for Literature and the Cholmondely Award. In addition to his poetry, he wrote poems for younger readers, novels, autobiography and criticism, and reviewed poetry for Ambit magazine and The Sunday Telegraph regularly, until ill-health prevented this towards the end of his life. He was an Honorary Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and was awarded a Civil List Pension for Services to Literature. His background is fascinating, including serving with the Army in the Middle East and the Normandy Landings. He is a Second World War war poet, the experience of which is clear in 'Walking Wounded' in its ability to look closely, without false pity or false glory, at victims of "last night's lead', and which lends credence to his poems of the Great War, in which his father fought. More uncommon for a poet is his career as a boxer, winning championship titles at both school and university, and working in a fairground boxing-booth; this also appears in his poetry, such as in 'The Loving Game', where love, he insists, hurts more. Love, requited and not, or lost, or familial, is another theme that runs through his work. The kinds are often bound together, as in 'Growing Pains', which binds the strength of the father's love for his son with the son's unrequited love for a girl at school, and shows that it cannot do anything to ease the pain save empathise. (Scannell quotes, approvingly, Housman saying "the business of poetry is to harmonise the sadness of the universe".) Betty Mulcahy - , died in 2012 aged 92, shewas an acclaimed verse reading artist, broadcaster, writer and educator. Born in Slough, Berkshire, to Stanley Upton, a shoemaker for Eton college, and his wife Kitty, a primary school teacher, Betty greatly admired her father, who was also an amateur comic actor and one of the mainstays of the Slough amateur dramatic and operatic society. Betty loved seeing him perform, often at the Theatre Royal Windsor. Betty's first husband, Squadron Leader Pat Thornton-Brown, was killed in action in 1943. Her second marriage, in 1947, to Edward Mulcahy, brought with it the responsibility for acting as a mother to his three small children, Margaret and twins Jane and Michael, from a previous marriage. Betty's initial training in mime at the Birmingham School of Speech and Drama had been disrupted by the second world war and she turned to verse speaking, following success in the final of the English Festival of Spoken Poetry. Taking her cue from this, she initiated successful collaborations with a number of leading poets, broadcasters and educationists based at the Midland Arts Association, the Midland region of the BBC, Anglia Television, the Poetry Society, Rada and Central. She performed to audiences across the English-speaking world and spent 10 years in the 80s touring the UK with the Michael Garrick Jazz trio. She toured a show based on the life and poetry of Stevie Smith in the 80s and 90s, and in 1984 established the national Speak-a-Poem competition. Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2015
"What Is Man ?" This Poem That Saved My Life
Hi, my name is irrelevant but I created the young start up animation company called Hollytoons.us The back story: I’ve been through and seen more than most. I have had truly high highs and the lowest of lows. One Night, while homeless on the streets of a city that shall remain nameless, I spent all week researching how to end my life and on a super cold night. The kind of night that homeless routinely take their lives, I decided to do the same. The world would be better without me. I wasn’t sad or anything just wore out. Ironically, it was so cold that I thought I was dying anyway as my eyebrows were literally iced and I could barely open my eyes. Then it happened. Someone said this poem. I don’t know if it was to me, to someone else or something I heard or created in my mind. What I do know is that it was God and it changed my life. He or it started with “What is Man?” Thus, why I named it so. The poem was so powerful even today, that I decided to share it. Note: I had forgotten a large part of the poem and never completely remembered all of it until one night when while recording a song in Garage band, I turned on record and nailed every word. Yes, years later. I was so amazed that I refused to go back and correct the error when I pronounce Manipulated (by one God) wrong. I know it’s not animation and I am pretty sure very few if any will ever click it on for its just a silly poem - Heck I wasn’t even sure what it meant until recently and spurred me on to create a TV series called “I am 33” –based on my crazy ass, unbelievable life. A life highlighted by one man, using gematria, decoded my name and my birthdate as both 3 thus 33. Peace This is now a proposed 3 season TV series.
Views: 1331 Hollytoons US
IF By Rudyard Kipling | Illuminated Poetry | Disney Edition |
English 11 Illuminated poem assignment
Views: 2014 Rawan
On the night before Christmas, a poem from troops overseas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the world, military men and women were serving, so we thought we'd give this a twirl: Hear the classic tale of "A Visit From St. Nicholas," recited by troops who are currently overseas.
Views: 1584 PBS NewsHour
Rudyard Kipling poem "The Absent-Minded Beggar" Boer War (in James Joyce Ulysses)
When you've shouted "Rule Britannia," when you've sung "God Save the Queen," When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth-- Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine For a gentleman in khaki ordered South? He's an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are great: But we and Paul must take him as we find him: He is out on active service, wiping something off a slate: And he's left a lot of little things behind him! Duke's son--cook's son--son of a hundred kings. (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!) Each of 'em doing his country's work (and who's to look after their things?). Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay--pay--pay! There are families by thousands, far too proud to beg or speak: They'll put their sticks and bedding up the spout, And they'll live on half o' nothing, paid 'em punctual once a week, 'Cause the man that earns a wage is ordered out. He's an absent-minded beggar, but he heard his country's call, And his reg'ment didn't need to send to find him; He chucked his job and joined it--so the job before us all Is to help the home that Tommy left behind him! Let us manage so as later we can look him in the face, And tell him what he'd very much prefer: That, while he saved the Empire, his employer saved his place, And his mates (that's you and me) looked out for her. He's an absent-minded beggar, and he may forget it all, But we do not want his kiddies to remind him That we sent 'em to the workhouse while their daddy hammered Paul, So we'll help the homes our Tommy left behind him! Cook's home--Duke's home--home of a millionaire-- (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!) Each of 'em doing his country's work (and what have you to spare?) Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay--pay--pay! Lines from the poem are cited a few times in the James Joyce novel Ulysses. The poem was written by Kipling to generate support for Britain's second Boer War (1899-1902), and people in Ireland would not take kindly to such a poem since the war seems cruel and imperialistic to the Irish. The war pitted the Empire's military might against the Dutch citizen-soldiers of two south African republics. It was an unequal contest spurred by naked greed (England wanted the colonists' resources). Many of the Irish sympathized with the nationalist aspirations of the Boer settlers. The poem's subject matter is the Britain's rapid mobilization of reservists to wage the war. These were not proper soldiers in the sense that they joined with the intention of being in uniform immediately. Instead, these were ordinary men in a militia who signed up with no knowledge if they would ever be needed in a fight. So the war brought terrible hardships on ordinary people--the risk of death or mutilation, the loss of wages being earned at home. If you were sent to South Africa, your job was lost--someone else will be doing that job when you return.. Kipling wrote his patriotic poem in 1899 as part of a newspaper's campaign to raise money for British families impacted in their homes by the loss of men who normally would be the heads of the households. This poem did raise money--as did the Sulivan song that uses the poem for lyrics. Money made its way to soldiers and their families. The poem itself urges readers to contribute to the cause.
Views: 33 Tim Gracyk
Confidence by Melissa Underwood | Animated Poem | Poem #3
Confidence by Melissa Underwood About The Poem: ‘Confidence’ by Melissa Underwood is a poem asserting the values of self-belief, determination and staying strong. Though this poem is addressed to sportsmen and tells what it takes to be a hero in sports, the message it gives is universal and applicable to anyone in any sphere. We believe we are the best only if we are leaders. But every good leader has been a good follower at some time or the other. Being second or behind also requires courage, because the second or third needs to struggle to become the first. In tough times, we should neither give up hope nor doubt ourselves. If we keep up the struggle, we discover the spirit of competition and the strength to go through pain and difficulties. So, we must put in all our efforts in whatever position we are. Hence, we should rise to the occasion and grab whatever opportunity we get because ‘Winners never quit and quitters never win’. You can also watch 3d Animated Rhymes & Stories @ https://www.youtube.com/PeriwinkleKids Don't forget to subscribe! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PeriwinkleKids/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Periwinkle_Kids Google Plus: https://plus.google.com/+PeriwinkleKids
Views: 1977 Periwinkle
Zest for Serving Thee
Zest for serving Thee is a poem of faith declaring the hope that my heart will always long to love and serve God. Music in this Video Prelude No. 16 by Chris Zabriskie is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution license (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) Source: http://chriszabriskie.com/preludes/ Artist: http://chriszabriskie.com/
Violet Vistas (poem)
Collages diffuse vanilla vistas such effulgence waltzing to violet tempos though the forestalling of waterfalls evolves into a gargantuan war weapons whistle from the mountains beatitudes of mirth shan't ever be eradicated
Views: 24 Glenn McCrary
JD's Poem Reviews - English Project - If-- by Rudyard Kipling
English Project 3.1 2018 Freshman For Ms. Pucci
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Raining in the night poem
This poem is a 4 th standrd poem...
Views: 953 Rahul forever 358