You are going to enjoy this. You will pick a nursery rhyme and make a new interpretation of it. You are free to make edits to that rhyme and then give an interpretation. The only ultimate restriction is that there has to be rhyme and a new context to it. Let your imaginations flow.
OH, THE PLACES YOU’LL GO! (Dr. Suess)
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And
you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll
decide where to go.
You’ll get mixed up,
of course, as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up with
many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great
tact and remember that
Life’s A Great Balancing Act.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)KID, YOU’LL MOVE
I have chosen not to edit it, as I like it the way it is.
People are for the most part free and responsible agents determining their own development through acts of the will. In the comic book universe, Darkseid pursues an anti-life equation which can force any living creature to bend to his will. In symbolic terms this represents the notion that without free-will or the ability to act of our own volition we are not essentially alive.
In ‘Oh, the places you’ll go!’ Dr. Suess educates kids about how they can hone their intellectual acumen and sharpen their wits to achieve their dream. It also serves as a reminder about how at the end of the day we have our own objectives which we set for ourselves.
That being said, it can also act as a cautionary tale about not getting subsumed into the wrong crowd. The advise that we should step with great care and tact, because life is a great balancing act is priceless. Our free will allows us to choose what to do, but at the same time we have to remember that every action has a reaction which if Newton is to be believed is often opposite and equal.
Furthermore, 98.75% chance of “guaranteed” success is ironic to say the least! Truth be told, the world does not owe us an IOU, besides, success is highly subjective, hence there is no one size fits all approach to it.
When it comes down to it, we’ve all moved a mountain. For that matter, it could have been a mountain load of paperwork and with a deadline to boot, could have been that volcano project in second grade or even a bottle of Mountain Dew.
All I know for sure is that the messages replete in this poem are pure.
The nature of the challenge is that I take this Haiku and continue it, respond with my own, or write a story which is relevant.
expressions of face
happy sad angry frown shy
face is the index
autumn leaf as hair
frozen winter snowman stare
sweet summer smile flare
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What’s the story behind this photograph? I live in the concrete jungle Dhaka city, known to some as the second least desirable city to reside in. Make of that what you will. Small surprise then, that I wanted to get away from it all. For a few tranquil days I visited my hometown of Khorki, which is situated in Jessore. Like the lotus Odysseus encounters on his return journey which induces a state of repose in the hearts and minds of men, this home away from home quickly found a special place in my heart, and like the Lotus Eaters I had to be forced by a reality check to pack my bags so I could catch the next flight back to Dhaka.
Captain Flint was crestfallen. Had the clock turned back a few hours, one might have caught him beaming as if Christmas had come early, but now only a vacuous smile decorated his facial features. The Cap’n was bold but Lady Luck had not graced him with her favor. However, that was not enough to trouble him, he was a man of honor not a soldier of fortune who would sail only when things looked promising. He had given his word and he meant to keep it: he would live through this. Unlike his namesake a Pirate of ill repute, Flint fought fair and square, which is why he lost what initially appeared to be a nondescript duel between him and his mutinous quartermaster John Stone. Ironically, Flint now stranded on an island- a casteaway no less- could not light a fire with a flint, so he relied on the last of his matches, a perfect one that had not been lost to damp owing to rainfall to provide some semblance of warmth and commiseration. Reluctantly his eyes trailed the distant horizon which the smoke signal moved toward like a magic carpet… in a momentary lapse of sanity he burst into laughter because he thought it was a fitting scene which represented how his hope had gone up in smoke.
Gist: In essence, what I wanted to capture was how things don’t always go our way in life and how we may as well laugh at our misfortunes and learn from them.