Quoth Poems - Poems about Quoth

reality - home, school playground, job in life everywhere we are intellectually tested t-rump - an angry spoiled child lost his billions and now wants to rule the monopoly game board with his farts len ...

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Sequel to Intergalactic Breakdown by : Quoth Raven Star collector probe on the march inside a residuary marsh, a signage in big blue neon letters blare " Stuckey's Place" time to have a snack. I unwrap the cellophane "Elmer's paste pies" I think that the foreign speaking Alien in the air stream is none...

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Dedication to poet Richard. Quoth TheRaven It all came to me one morning sunrise And during the days to follow, Richard surprised me With kind gestures and poetry Bringing a calmness in what felt like a storm in the sea His poems reach far and with depth, surely one of a kind He is a special person, who speaks from...

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Once upon a midnight chilly, on a ladder acting silly, to my bedroom up I climbed and through my window slid. Moonlight through my bedroom flickered. To myself I softly snickered, feeling sure that once again my parents--oh, so clueless--did not know my deeds. I heard a knock and under covers hid. Dad stormed in with nails and hammer; then...

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QUOTH THE DEMON . . . . The end of the story, never ending Haunting thoughts that will not cease Thoughts from hell, the devil sending Robbing me of any peace Demon from hell, why doth thou haunt me With these thoughts of my sweet Lenore Will I see her e'er again Said the demon, nevermore What then, shall I sit and ponder Tell...

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Quoth The Raven Under frosted blankets lay On crispy frozen petals, Sipping hearty beverages Of dandelion and nettles, As I gasp on misty chortles Reflecting in an icy puddle, Deathly spirits reminisce Outside my winter huddle. Snow, snow, she hath no gold To pave my path to spring, The raven stole my summer To mend her broken wing, I cannot pay my passage If the mortal raven...

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Quoth Vee Bdosa 157 I do not have enough time in my life for the things that I do not have time for....

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I left myself vulnerable I left myself exposed But that will never happen again No, nevermore I offered myself to you I sacrificed my soul But that will never happen again No, nevermore I shared secret fantasies All the dreams I had in store But that will never happen again No, Nevermore I let you in the Holy Place Where your image I adore But that will never happen...

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