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= A Quote by the great Walt Whitman = = = I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game. Walt Whitman

= Ode to Janise = = = Johnny D Janise, what is it when I think of you What it is I say or how I feel But that don’t matter Cause baby im like a fish on your reel.

Although we fight and disagree I still know that the next day you’ll still be with me When I see you its like I have no fear And when I cant see you I get all the tears in my eyes.

I just wish that you’d understand That after one year I’ve become your biggest Fan Its like that day when we met and wrote our names in the sand That didn’t last but WE DID and I hope you see where I stand.

= My Wish = = = Johnny D

Today you asked me what is it I wish I look at you and wonder why it is I told you to find some fish on a dish Is it true you come from a land down under?

But now I come knockin’ to your door and So now I say goodbye and also cause Wanted to tell you my wish is no more And I hope you find some Nicer Guys.

So I have changed my wish I want to let it out but sad you’ll pout I have found the Fish, on a silver dish But im just filled with a lot of sad doubt

= The conflict of me! = = = Johnny D.

Write a conflict she said to me Contradicting this is to me.

Im very strict about what I write Except when my conflict involves me.

This dictator once said “Use your head” I said,” Its too addicting for me!”

Although my characters are fiction They are conflicting with me

Johnny boy, has his main conflict Which contradicts the well being of what makes me, Be me!

= A Statement of my own Poetry = I think that my poetry represents the type of writer that I am. Also, I believe that my style of poetry kind of bends the “rules” a bit, but I don’t hear no complaining. Although sometimes I’m not that good of a writer I try my hardest at everything that I write or at least try to write. Next, I would like to add that my south Philly language sometimes often shows in my writing, like I often spell water wurder and ill often forget the letter H on the word with making it look like wit in stead of with. = = = O Captain! My Captain! = = = 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.

=I Hear America singing= Walt Whitman I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck- hand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The woodcutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morn- ing, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

O Me! O Life!
Walt Whitman

O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew'd, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer. That you are here--that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

=My Analysis of Walt Whitman= Walt Whitman was a poet in the civil war era. Whitman also based many of his poems off of the events that surrounded him. “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.” Many believe that this quote is directed towards the death of President Lincoln, but others say its about all of the commanders in the civil war who were killed.

Not only has Whitman written poems based off of the civil war, many thinks he wrote about the industrial revolution; “I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong…” This quote is showing the different things Whitman hears from Americans working hard to get their money.

On a final note, he has written about his own life as well; “O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)” Some people would say this is about him or even about people leaving to go different places. Again people could say this is for the industrial age.