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Captian, Doctor..Father (Free verse) by celticskatermatt1 Gallantly standing, basking in the bright morning light
His buttons are neat, shirt tucked in.
His shoes are shined, his face freshly shaven
On his collar, are acorn leaves on the left, eagle on the right.
Gentle eyes and a weathered brow
He looks down at me and smiles.
His bill of his cover is woven with golden leaves
He shadows over my shadow as if we were one.
Some might call him Doctor,
Others call him Captain,
But one name clings to my heart
A name that shines like gold,
I call him, Father.
Up the ladder:
An Even Better God
Down the ladder:
Low
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.5
Posted: June 1, 2005 8:14 PM PDT; Last modified: June 1, 2005 8:14 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.4034123 Overall Rank: 3158 Comments:
nice poem
I just saw your vehement reaction to a 'fucking whore', and it's not justified. The poem can be so much better if you would care to consider a reader's interest. There are too many writers who write and post a poem for their own benefit. They don't understand, or do not want to understand that the poem is read by a bunch of Total Strangers who don't give a fuck about the authors wonderful dad. If you want them to care, you'll have to get rid of egocentricism. Sorry Celtic, but that's the way it is.
i guess thats life sometimes
A little sappy, but alright, yep - all right.
Captain--not captian...
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standing => squatting,
basking => bisqueing,
buttons => buttocks,
Captain, Doctor... Father => Master, Doctor?... Father?