Long Quailed Poems

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 'hours in' he needed for license - small planes).
It was...

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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 dozens of sword to shout. He only understands the cap...

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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 it would be-had love been bethrothe'
To the valley,slummed with valour...

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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 then to face the perils of Your Holy wars;
To glorify...

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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 just didn’t come to his lips.
But Whitney’s lips did, she...

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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 light.
Imaginations dream seeker, walking amongst 
The clouds, in heaven's meadows...

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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 you waste, scant aid to health (so you're a fool...

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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 is the
Grandmaster of the black ink, and it's
 Written words...

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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 I shared my joy

with friends and kindred:

another day had been...

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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 no man go aloof
Look around see proof

`Tis not a spoof
You...

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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 stood by me and wished me well.

My fine friend, I...

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