ONE'S-SELF I SING
Author: Walt Whitman


One's-self I sing, a simple separate person,
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.

Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say
the Form complete is worthier far,
The Female equally with the Male I sing.

Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.

 

MAID QUIET
Author: William Butler Yeats

Where has Maid Quiet gone to,

Nodding her russet hood?

The winds that awakened the stars

Are blowing through my blood.

O how could I be so calm

When she rose up to depart?

Now words that called up the lightning

Are hurtling through my heart.

 

THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
Author: William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.



And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet's wings.



I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

 

DEAR DADDY
Author: Unknown

In all the things I try to do,
I want to do them just like you.
I'm watching every move you make
And trying to take each step you take.
------!!!------
Although right now I'm sort of small,
When I'm with you I feel ten feet tall.
Like you, I want to be brave and smart,
'Cause I love you, Daddy with all my heart.
------!!!------
When I am older I'll be so glad
If I grow up to be
Just like Dad.

 

A KISS TO BUILD A DREAM ON
Author: Unknown

Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on.
...oOo...
Give me a kiss before you leave me,
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart.
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on.
...oOo...
When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you
Weaving romances...making believe they're true.
...oOo...
Give me your lips for just a moment,
And my imagination will make that moment live.
Give me what you alone can give,
A kiss to build a dream on.

 

A MOTHER'S PRAYER
Author: Unknown

Dear Lord, it’s such a hectic day,
With little time to stop and pray,
For life’s been anything but calm
Since You called me to be a mom -
Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with wooden blocks,
Cooking, cleaning, finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose,
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs,
A stack of last week’s mail to read –
So where’s the quiet time I need?
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of Your grace,
I see then, in my small one’s face,
That you have blessed me
All the while –
And I stoop to kiss
That precious smile.

 

A THANKSGIVING POEM
Author: Robert Frost

God, we thank you for this food
For rest and home and all things good
For wind and rain and sun above
But most of all for those we love

 

AS TIME GOES BY
Author: UnKnown

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is still just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.
+++|+++
And when two lovers woo,
They still say: "I love you."
On that you can rely.
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.
+++|+++
Moonlight and love songs - never out of date
Hearts full of passion - jealousy and hate
Woman needs man - and man must have his mate
That no one can deny.
+++|+++
It's still the same old story,
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

 

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
Author: 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!
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.