Best Poem of Quel Saige

As I Kneel
As I kneel,
A ghost of a smile
Passes over my lips.
Ironies too cruel to admit.
Poignancy too real.

As I fall,
Dying all the while
It stays, a reminder
That even ghastlier times were
Happier withal. . . .
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To Poetry Or Not To Be
To poetry or not to be
The life of the letter r
is short-lived

To poetry or not to be
The water that tumbles through vacant space
to its death
And rebirth
from watery ashes

To poetry or not to be;
Is the color of
unrequited love
Perhaps blue—perhaps violet—
Perhaps not . . .
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