Oh Captain! My Captain!

I have made a point for some time now not to post copyrighted material on this blog.

Some things just belong to the world.

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!
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

(Brought to mind by Greg Laden’s caption post.)

Video from the ending of Dead Poets Society (1989).

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Quietly Naked In The Pouring Rain, The Witness In The Window – by Deacon Barry

Let me begin by congratulating our winner, but then ask that since he seems to be on a roll, and this is his third winning entry, that he step aside for a few months and share a little spotlight with some of our other readers, if that’s OK.

The winner of our fifth poetry contest is Deacon Barry! His prize is a guest post here on UDoJ, on any topic of his choice. And since we’re de-listed from WordPress anyway, and all “MATURE CONTENT” and all, I’ve even removed the proscriptions on “The F Bomb” and pornography.

Deacon Barry, E-Mail me your post, and I’ll get it up ASAP. If you’d like to include a picture or graphic with it, I’ll be happy to include that as well (though I may need to resize it for aesthetic purposes only).

Without further ado, here is Deacon Barry’s winning entry, just below the fold -

Filed under: Literature, Poetry, Poetry Contests

Four Little Hours Left To Vote

In the Witness in the Window Poetry Contest.  (Go to that thread to read the two entries and to vote.)

We’ve only gotten three votes in so far, so go add yours.

The voting closes at midnight tonight EDT, (BST -5, GMT -4).

Winner gets to make a guest post here at UDoJ on any subject of her or his choice, without edit.

A new contest will begin shortly thereafter, and everyone is invited to submit poems to that.

From whence came the art:

That photograph is titled Through my window – II, by carf.

Filed under: Literature, Poetry, Poetry Contests

The Witness In The Window – Voting Thread

We’ve gone to the well one more time with this poetry contest. As usual, the winning entry will get to post a guest post on UDoJ, on any subject of your choice and without edit.You all wrote some beautiful stuff in response to Quietly Naked In The Pouring Rain, and a bit of narrative emerged spontaneously.

Kristine’s entry moved me, and Deacon Barry’s winning counterpoint to that gave us the view of the incident from the husband. Max then whomped us with the final words of the dying lover.

Adding to the story line of the Cheating Wife, the Murderous Husband, and the Dying Lover, I wanted to get one more view of this incident and then I will make a page here on UDoJ to display them all together.

A refresher of the scene and the answers to the challenge are below the fold.

Filed under: Literature, Poetry, Poetry Contests

Less Than Four Hours

Until Deacon Barry wins The Witness In The Window Poetry Contest by default!

We have a contest!  There are TWO poems up now, but the clock is ticking.

(What’s with you guys this month?)

The photo to the left is another in a series that captures perfectly the mood I’m getting from the story. That photo is also of and by Sophie Elliot. It’s powerful, emotional, evocative, and beautiful.

Please take a moment and explore the wonder that is the art and photography on her blog.

Get your poems in to The Witness In The Window! You’ve got about four hours left, and only two poems have been submitted! Conquer your procrastination!

Remember, the winner gets a guest post here at UDoJ on any topic of your choice, without edit.

Entries may be submitted until 11:59 PM EDT (GMT -4 BST -5) July 31 (TONIGHT!!!), and voting will be between then and 11:59 PM EDT (GMT -4 BST -5) August 7.

(Unless of course there’s only one entry…)

C’MON!!!

Filed under: Literature, Poetry, Poetry Contests

No Witnesses Yet In Our Window – Poetry Contest

The photo to the left is another in a series that captures perfectly the mood I’m getting from the story. That photo is also of and by Sophie Elliot. It’s powerful, emotional, evocative, and beautiful.

Please take a moment and explore the wonder that is the art and photography on her blog.

Get your poems in to The Witness In The Window! You’ve got about a day left, and not one single poem has yet been submitted! Conquer your procrastination!

Remember, the winner gets a guest post here at UDoJ on any topic of your choice, without edit.

Entries may be submitted until 11:59 PM EDT (GMT -4 BST -5) July 31 (TOMORROW NIGHT!!!), and voting will be between then and 11:59 PM EDT (GMT -4 BST -5) August 7.

Filed under: Literature, Poetry, Poetry Contests

i iz in ur panteez drwr

i iz 2day gest poet. shh. don tell janiebellezzz!!!1!!11!!!

i iz in ur panteez drwr
eetin up ur panteez,
i iz in ur cubbard drwr
eetin up ur green teaz.

i iz under cofee tablez
chewin on da legz
i iz in da fridgidator
drinkin fwum da kegz.

i iz eetin doggy bonz
n beggin 4 da treetz,
i iz playin fechaball
n walkin down da streetz.

i iz in ur bak yard
poopin on da grass,
i iz rite behind u,
sniffin up ur a$$.

i iz in ur morning fase
messsin up ur hair,
n sneakin in da ofise
humpin’ on da chare!

shakespeare da bard dawg

likkz 4 u fwum mmeeeeeezzzzzz!!!

Filed under: Guest Post, Humor, Poetry, Shakespeare

The Witness In The Window – Poetry Contest Is Still Open

Get your poems in to The Witness In The Window! You’ve got about week left, but don’t forget! Conquer your procrastination!

Remember, the winner gets a guest post here at UDoJ on any topic of your choice, without edit.

Entries may be submitted until 11:59 PM EDT (GMT -4 BST -5) July 31, and voting will be between then and 11:59 PM EDT (GMT -4 BST -5) August 7.

::That photo is 104 Albanian girl on bus, by Bill Snead::

Filed under: Literature, Poetry, Poetry Contests

Mirrors On The Ceiling

All alone in my chamber,
Clothed in nothing but air,
Rumpled dress on the carpet,
Your fingers in my hair.

Overhead on the ceiling,
Mirrors reflect the light,
I shut my eyes and I squeeze my thighs,
Don’t want to see tonight.

Haunting Spanish guitars,
Echo down the hall,
Flickering candles’ shadows,
Go unseen on the wall.

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The Monthly Poetry Contest Is Open

Get your poems in to The Witness In The Window! You’ve got about two weeks, but don’t forget!

Remember, the winner gets a guest post here at UDoJ on any topic of your choice, without edit. Entries may be submitted until 11:59 PM EDT (GMT -4 BST -5) July 31, and voting between then and 11:59 PM EDT (GMT -4 BST -5) August 7.

::That lovely photograph is Through a Rainy Window by AravisArwen::

Filed under: Literature, Poetry, Poetry Contests