Poetry of Peaceful Warrior.

And poems that you sponsor.


If you have ever seen the film, ‘The Dead Poets Society’, staring Robin Williams, then you will know just what beautiful craft such as poetry can and will do for your soul. Final scene.

What poetry is not.

What will your verse be ?

But below is one of the biggies. Let poetry drip from your tongues, Go Walt.!!

O Captain! My Captain!

by Walt Whitman

O 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! The 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.




In the White Giant’s Thigh.

Dylan Thomas.