 " O' Women, My Women ", Parody |
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| Guest_Zeus²_* |
 Aug 25 03, 07:03
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Alan,
the original is O'Captain My Captain, by Walt Whitman, written after the death of Abraham Lincoln, was kind of required reading in grade school for all of us. Thanks for stopping by. z2 Larry |
  
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| Guest__* |
Aug 25 03, 02:40
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Dear Z2
This one not known to me - what is the original ? Love Alan |
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Aug 9 03, 05:36
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 Mosaic Master  Posts: 18,892 Joined: 1-August 03 From: Massachusetts Member No.: 2 Real Name: Lori Kanter Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:Imhotep |
Excellent Z2 and with a nice twist!
Well done! I DO like the parody! Cheers! Lori ??? :laugh: ·······  ·······"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
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| Guest_Zeus²_* |
 Aug 4 03, 20:21
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O’ women, my women, our work has just begun the ship’s are in today, the men we sought are won the port is near, the bells I hear, the crews all exulting while follow eyes the steady gaze, the men all grin and daring But o’ heart! heart! that many things are said where, in the bedroom my sailor lies drunk, out cold…… on the bed O’ women, my women, rise up and hear the sound of cash rise up, for you the money is flung – for you, the music trills for you the bouquets and kisses – for you the shore-a-crowding for you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning here sailor, dear sailor this arm beneath your head is it some dream.. that you have been led you’re drunk and out cold..... on the bed my sailor does not answer, his lips are pale and still my seaman does not feel my arm, he’s drunk and has no will the ships are anchored safe and sound, the voyage over and done from a long trip, the seafarers’ come in… with object won but I, with sorrowful tread pace the room my sailor lies drunk...out cold, and on the bed. [ Edgar and Alfred, told Walt that I do fairly good work |
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