The next few pages are poems I've written over the years. Some are of love, some are of joy and even death. But , they're all a part of me. * And all are copyrighted and all rights belong to me so please do not duplicate without permission * I celebrate myself And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. "Walt Whittman" Below is two of my favorites - Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths -- for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. "Walt Whitman" Long ago and far away In my old common labor shoes I turned the world all which a way Just because you asked me to Like unto no other feel Simple love is simple true There's no end to what I’d do Just because you asked me to Let the world call me a fool But if things are right with me and you That's all that matters and I’ll do Anything you ask me to Knowing how much I love you And after all that I’ve been through I'd turn and walk away from you Just because you asked me to "W. Jennings"
He lays there With death at his side He thinks of the times alone on the tides He sees an image Though not of the ocean or her treasures inside But of a beautiful angel Hair of auburn red, eyes glowing green She reaches out to him Together they fly High above the deepest blue of mother ocean She lets him fall Slowly he drifts,his eyes locked onto hers,a never ending gaze As he slips into the ocean's belly Forever to be held by the one he loved.
