Best Quailed Poems

Our dark founding father, of American literature,
A sinister beacon of darkness, lighting the way
Into the darkened abyss of mankind’s soul.
Within the galleria of madness, he...

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A shades poet, writing in blacks quailed ink,
Expressing emotions by a poetic pallet of diversity,
On a canvas rainbow bursting forth across the
Horizon at dawns first...

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Once I called all poets to come, they came
And sat in judgment upon me
With my silence I hid their shame
And watched them toasted their misery
Tell...

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If you attend one word I say, then read, dear child, please 'READ,'
Life's not like golf you score yourself though Donald feels the need!
Golf's time...

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January: is mountain of blessing where the births sing with hope for those 
Semen mentioned on this occasion to Ottoman Empire where conqueror doesn't 
Need...

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Some place somewhere,in nowhere
Oh! come dearly wind,come to the place and everywhere
Were it not bad of you to bend and bypass us in your haste
Eternal...

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This morning as I woke up,

smiling at a new day,

thinking I’m a day older,

I looked forward to another birthday,

but my mind quailed at the aftertaste

before...

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The action is downtown going quickly there 
are girls dancing on a pool symbolism not needed 
this constant friction any pubic hair left 
it doesn`t...

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My Last Las Vegas C.E.S. (1)
(A Memorial Poem)
I long counted Steve Bristow a friend (1) and we'd fly off to lunch
some days (Steve would get...

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Crazed commotion commercialized
Addictive actions appraised
Watching wearily waiting
Glances, glimpses gazed 

Cell phone checked consistently
No new numbers needing names
Conniving, covetous and creative
Greedy gigantic game

Where, who and what?
Questions...

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Black holes in space
Not monsters that waste
They have their place
Center Master’s face

Eventful potentials
Mouths are essentials
Not to be quailed
Potential filled wells

By Word of truth
Potential filled booths
By...

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The pageantries of mighty kings to us were shows that mattered not,
Beneath the shade of blades unsheathed in Kalima we glory sought.
Our only life was...

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...He still felt the urge to comfort Whitney,
to tell her he didn’t blame her for this,
that all of this had been Jesse’s doing,
but the words...

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My good friend, I shook on our first school day 
you played with me until the bell.
My own friend, I quailed on my wedding eve,
you...

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