[NicknamedBob]

Poetry Day

One might assume that on poetry day,
A guy like me would have something to say,
And that it would rhyme, and sound very nice,
And it would be filled with some prudent advice.

I’ll have to admit that the corniest prose,
Tends to look more impressive when lined up in rows.
And it makes it more memorable most of the time,
To have fancy words ending up in a rhyme.

But the basic idea is stuff that I heard,
Except I would put in a different word.
And I twist it around to an alternate view,
So that many assume it is something brand new.

But the words that I use are all words that you know,
I don’t make up new ones just because they fit so.
I just stick to the rules and don’t play fast and loose,
I don’t want to be known as the new Dr. Seuss.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . May 31, 2005

[JustAmy]

From Poem of Joys.
Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees.

O for the voices of animals! O for the swiftness and balance of fishes!
O for the dropping of rain-drops in a poem!
O for the sunshine, and motion of waves in a poem.

O the joy of my spirit! it is uncaged! it darts like lightning!
It is not enough to have this globe, or a certain time—
I will have thousands of globes, and all time.


Happy Birthday, Walt!
Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819, on the West Hills of Long Island, New York.

[international american]

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