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Madame Passing
by Quinlan L GibsonCloudy eyes and crying skies,
here she rests to no surprise.
Body of old and just as wise
a graceful and classic demise.
Her house of sin was built with lies.
Never the truth and always a spy.
Found the well and drank it dry.
Drowned the many men that tried,
and as she lived, she died.
10/27/2004 Author's Note: Hit with this in Effective Speech class. Wouldn't my professor be proud.
Posted on 10/27/2004
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 10/29/04 at 08:30 PM haven't read ya in a while ... nice to see |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 10/31/04 at 02:10 AM
Good rhythm and excellent rhyme. Very creative fiction piece. I smell a poem de jour here.
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| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 11/20/04 at 11:02 PM Excellent POTD..congrats....well done |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/21/04 at 05:38 AM Congratulations on POTD Quinlan. This poem just moves right along with a quick beat. I especially like the last 3 lines. |
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