"noe" poems
There once was a young man named Feste, and he was not a very good young man.
He was a thief, and a sneaky one at that. He would go to all of the stores in the market and steal anything that he pleased.
He loved to steal from the baker and the butcher especially.
He would go to his hiding place in the forest after his deviousness and eat away his stolen treasures, brooding on what a “clever little boy” he was.
The baker and the butcher knew though. They noticed him coming in most days and leaving in quite a hurry. They could not actually catch him in the act, but they knew beyond a doubt what he was doing. They were having drinks together one night though when they devised a clever scheme to stop him from stealing ever again. The butcher carved up a juicy ham, and the baker baked up a delicious pie, but they added a little something extra to it…
The butcher made sure to quite a bit of alcohol into the ham, and the baker did the same with his pie. They both set their two traps in the store, right when the spoiled thief Feste came strolling into the market with his eyes gleaming.
The baker watched him walk into his shop,the pie disappeared.
The butcher watched him walk into his shop, the ham disappeared.
They both smiled and went about their work.
Feste rushed to his hiding place and devoured his stolen goodies so fast that he didn’t even realize how peculiar it seemed to taste...
Not long after, he started to feel strange. Numb and stupid. He ran towards the village, acting a buffoon. The villagers stared and laughed at Feste acting so odd. His mother found him though and brought down the fury.
“Feste! Why are you acting like a **** fool?" She demanded.
He threw out a few words in a drunken stupor and swayed in place.
"Wait.. have you been drinking!?” She screamed.
“Noe maum! Allll Ie had todae is pie and haam!” He stammered in a drunken sway.
“And where exactly did you get those!?” She inquired.
Feste had a look of terror on his face and grew silent.
He was found out to be the no good thief and was punished severely, because his mother thought he stole the alcohol as well as the pie and ham, and he couldn’t prove otherwise.
Feste never stole again and he even apologized to the butcher and baker, though they still do have a laugh now and then…
The End
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor
scrubbed the walls
vacuumed
cleaned the toilet
the bathtub
scrubbed the bathroom floor
and cut my toenails and
my hair.
then
all on the same day
the plumber came and fixed the kitchen faucet
and the toilet
and the gas man fixed the heater
and the phone man fixed the phone.
noe I sit in all this perfection.
it is quiet.
I have broken off with all 3 of my girlfriends.
I felt better when everything was in
disorder.
it will take me some months to get back to normal:
I can't even find a roach to commune with.
I have lost my rythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I have been robbed of
my filth.
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Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves
She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day
With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now-
Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow
Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm
Impending doom was yelling its cries while the ****** went unwarned
Down below, inside their cabins the ****** peacefully slept
Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept
The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port
As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report
The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak
While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet
Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts
While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping ****** ******
Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out
When the ****** heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt
“Awake, all of ye’ ”, Captain Noe forcefully roared
“Alive! Awake… all ye’ ****** come quickly up on board”!
The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear
While the brave captain fought - loyal ****** brought up the rear
They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death
As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath
To save their mighty Mary Rose, they’d dip their very souls in blood
Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood
With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate
The raging ocean’s fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate
The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves
The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and ****** brave
With unshakable courage and seaman’s wit not once were spirits broke
Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke
Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain
Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain
For all the courageous ****** and their brave Captain Noe
Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud Mary Rose
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
SWEET CARDINAL
By Lisa Ann Noe
So distinguished, sits a cardinal in the light,
Drenched with the cold driven snows of white.
It grabs a twig from off the tree,
It doesn’t realize, with my eyes I see.
I suppose he will use it to make a nest,
Where all winter long he’ll take his rest.
The male is a beautiful shade of red,
And has a small cone upon his head.
He spots his food from in the sky,
He is quite the industrious little guy.
One lone Cardinal upon a branch,
He feeds every day here at my ranch.
words: 101
© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
I have a horse - a ryghte good horse -
Ne doe Y envye those
Who scoure ye playne yn headye course
Tyll soddayne on theyre nose
They lyghte wyth unexpected force
Yt ys - a horse of clothes.
I have a saddel - "Say'st thou soe?
Wyth styrruppes, Knyghte, to boote?"
I sayde not that - I answere "Noe" -
Yt lacketh such, I woote:
Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe!
Parte of ye fleecye brute.
I have a bytte - a ryghte good bytte -
As shall bee seene yn tyme.
Ye jawe of horse yt wyll not fytte;
Yts use ys more sublyme.
Fayre Syr, how deemest thou of yt?
Yt ys - thys bytte of rhyme.
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Flutter flutter
The wings of my heart,
Making its journey from one person to the next,
Losing a bit of itself each time,
Trying to graft on what doesn't belong,
In the hope that it would be beautiful,
Oh, it wants to be beautiful.
I can hardly recognize it.
We've changed so much.
My body wishes to go one way,
The heart trembles, timidly agrees,
But it is not ready,
Aye, I am too anxious for even my own flesh,
So much do I mistrust myself,
I distrust everyone.
Noe one can bring me solace,
No one can soothe the cries of a weary heart,
I want to start over,
But I only have what I am given,
And I've already messed that up.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
Light will give way to darkness, ever challenging for the attention of mere mortals.
The dark will be thick and comforatable. A dim ahi flickers in pō and ka noe. It will be delightful when ke ahi make.
Lā will return and the shade will be the only cool the natives will have.
The gods smile in the background, ever watchful of the dance.
Lono and Pele dance in rythem, while Kūkailimoku kahea with Hi'iaka.
It rains here in Waianae because she loves me, the one from yellow and red. Bird feathers are her drapes of honor and bloodline. The anae will run again as the rivers open because of the ua. Her particular nature revolves around the seasons of unordinary times when plants are fed and coffee is feasted.
I am a drunkard of blood that does not belong to me. She is the one whom I yearn to taste. The blood of Royalty above Royalty.
Please hear my words that I cannot speak of.
He mea iki, Ka ikaikakapu. I am of Oahu and she is of Hawai'i.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
the Power of the Peach 7-4-20
does she know the power she possesses
the worship in her lover's ***** as she undresses
the NEED to see
to touch
to kiss
the Peach is life
it is succor after all the strife
it is the sweetest embrace
as you're seeing the yes, please
on her face
kiss right
lick left
all night in that cleft
before my **** pounds that mound
naked velvet flesh
to my face is pressed
****** me my goddess
as my tongue touches your tenderness
eat you out for an hour
in love with your Peach's Power
succulent juicy beautiful
your Peach calls to me
sweet wet delicious
your Peach owns me
succulent
suck you clint
tight wet hot
sticky sweet
luscious ripe ****
do you want my meat
give me the Power of your Peach
let me learn all it shall it teach
take me
pleasure and passion
any position
every position
take me
ride me
grind me
let me watch You move
as I feel You move
to be inside you....
that first full slide inside
oooooooohhhhhhhh
then slipping sliding slamming
sometimes slow and sensual
sometimes hard fast animal *******
and everything inbetween
pleasure passion
with that lust love connection
if it's done right
if it's not just one night
squeezing
pleasing
screams and moans
and ***** words
which should be heard
it's nature
it's pure
it's shudder
it's shake
it's ***
you gotta get some
and sometimes
if your Peach likes rhymes
it's not just the physical
cuz anyone can ****
there's an emotional intellectual
where's it's not simply a cool pool
it's a beautiful pond with a duck
it's not some rude grafiti
screaming pathetically look at me
it's explicit AND exquisite
singing you want true Beauty
This is it
then you wake up in the morning
and learn if it is joy or mourning
waking up naked
beside her nakedness
please let it be be joy
PLEASE, let it be JOY
that there is a dream
and several fantasies
that is giving life to a very particular personal dream
and dancing in the moonlight with those fantasies
I don't Noe what all I can teach
but Please give me the Power of the Peach
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 7:59 PM UTC
Beautiful lives Haiku
By Lisa Noe
In all things I see
There is beauty in living
When we share our lives
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
Lost and Lonely
By Lisa Noe
When I was a child you were my hero,
Always there where ever I’d go.
As I grew older you where my friend,
You were that person on whom I could depend.
My father you hung the moon in the sky,
To me you were the most special guy.
You taught me right from wrong,
You showed me that I belonged.
With you I laughed and I cried,
My life was then satisfied.
Our family was so close and complete,
You and mama showed me how to succeed.
Now tears, they fill my eyes,
And in my heart I grieve and die.
For you have passed from this earth,
There is nothing that has your worth.
}Now part of me is lost,
And I can’t count the cost.
Now mamas all alone and broken hearted.
We are all sad that you have departed.
We’ll love you till our dying day,
And I’ll see you again along the way.
© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
You must miss me
must miss the kiss of me
The break had to make You ache
MISTAKE
I can write now what will still be
years after You've forgotten about me
in the myriad of mirrors in my mind
Yur diamonds shall be the sole soul shine
every bit as real and raw and radiant as the first moment
they raced and rained and raised their reign within clint
reflections refuse to fade
each an inflection of Yur voice
a forever of Yur face
a reminder there ain't never been noe choice
every pissant poignant poet
weaving emotion images with their words
all the cunning linguist lyricists
singing lies and lines they think you've never heard
didn't actually feel any ******* thing
knew not one iota beyond nothing
of life
of love
of living in love
pathetic paintless portraits
(tattoos on a corpse)
empty echoes of nothing notes
(dealt by the deaf and the dead)
but I bet it's not their fault
they probably never felt a real fall
a feather float race up the rapids
with the fluffy grace of rabid rabbits
Not so for this man who be me
my feather has done dancin' shakin' in anti-gravity
I have sung sacred songs as angels swum along
our feather mountain biking heaven-strong
Of course our river was an awesome flow
(a hot-tub raft in moonlit snow)
And Our Poems were always best in show guitar glow
cuz I had You to Noe
yet the Mostest WOW was not enough somehow
the Bestest LOVE of this Life is not alive now
here I am again
a millennium worse than i've ever been
fetal black rose petals
dead dull dried
all their thorns' tears cried
no light left in my once bright blue eyes
dead and drowned and dried out
cried out
ashen grey
nothing evermore to say
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
The only computer on board was Glenn’s brain,
as he orbited up in the heavens.
The heat shield was damaged and hung loose on the frame.
His odds of survival were even.
With faith placed in God; no time even to think
Glenn began the flaming descent.
Icarus or Daedalus; which would he be?
Was Glenn’s luck still good or all spent?
In the waters below the Navy stood watch,
anxiously scanning the skies.
His wife had been told she should expect the worst;
The Mission head thought Glenn might die.
There! A red parachute dotted the sky!
The destroyer “Noe” sped to the scene.
Not since Lucky Lindy had America had
Such a hero who dared us to dream
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
In the afterlife
By lisa noe
I know it exists
A place of perfection
A Heaven if you will
Where we see our loved ones
Who have passed on earlier
I know it exists
A place where you can
Touch the face of God
A place where choirs of
Angels sing it is a place
In the afterlife, one passed
This life we’re living.
A place where everything
Will make sense.
© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
Snøflakene faller sakte i nattesmørket
Nesten melakolsk faller de
sakte
som om de vet
vet at de kun er en mikroskopisk del av et enormt fellesskap
vet at før eller siden
smelter de
forsvinner ut i intet
og alt de har oppnådd
er å være en liten del
av noe stort
som smelter vekk
uten spor
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
Snøfnuggene faller i tette strømmer
det føles som om de prøver å kvele bakken
som en maske endrer det landskapet
vårt landskap
svøpt i snø
liksom et silkeslør
drapert elegant over moder jords fyldige kurver
slik at skjønnheten forenkles
alikevel er det noe
bare en tanke
som sier at *** nå er vakrere enn noen sinne
det er som om snøen har rafinert henne
min moder jord
svøpt i silkemyk sne
vakrere har *** aldri vært
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Heaven’s Home
By Lisa Noe
I heard the trumpets blow
I felt that I must go
The pain had left me
I felt free as if I could finally see
Silver shadows slithered around
I knew that I had left the ground
What on earth could this be
I felt as if many eyes starred at me
Then a man in a white robe
Took my hand and stroked my lobe
You are safe you’ll see no harm
Then he took me by the arm
Come with me I’ll get your dress
Forget your earth and all that mess
From a tunnel we emerged
For me to follow, that he urged
Where am I said with a fright
I was in darkness now it’s light
You’re in Heaven, you’ve passed away
Now it is here that you must stay
I heard a voice call my name
I looked around and there he came
A man of innocence and light
For me to see a pure delight
Jesus I said and he smiled at me
You’ve nothing to fear because you now see
I brought you here since you’re filled with love
I see your soul is like the little dove
Now it’s time to see your dad
I know for years that you’ve been sad
Because we took him for our own
He helped to fill Heaven’s home.
© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
i wake every ******* apocalypse morning
and can't face continuing the mourning
i can't believe Her Love could leave
it is surreal
& evil
She rescued me from a life
which was never quite right
and showed me sweet
rhymes with complete,
gave Her blue to my eyes,
let me Love the future as forever,
then decided not to believe,
decided to leave,
placed the dead in my eyes,
faced me towards starless skies.
(hold me again
hold me now
take me to the somewhen
when we are US somehow)
nothing i've ever said
has ever mattered.
if it had i wouldn't be dead,
i would not be gasping with a heart shattered,
unable to breathe thru the soul shred
with Her
HER
i never faked
i never lied
i never even would have tried.
She let me love being me
and i could never be
anything other than true
to the TRUE of YOU
She was the mirror on me,
She showed me the beauty of me,
and i believed what i'd never known before,
that i could not just swim skim
but dive deep along the miracle shore
but i missed the cracks,
ignored the lacks
of two issues i actually knew
which were the die to our do
my ******* fault we went faulty,
i didn't **** the wolves at the door
and ensure our fairy tale forevermore
(take me again
take me once more
into every part of You
Yur eyes
Yur heart
Yur thighs
Yur hurt
Yur sighs
Yur spirit
Yur why's
Yur Forever)
She broke me
and i know why
She destroyed me
and i understand why
just not how She could do it
not how She could **** US
not how She could say **** it
not how She could give up on US
but i will never wonder why i Love Her
will never blame Her
for this forever hurt
for the forever linger
of my dead heart
(lead me to Yur heart once more
this time Please Forever
leave me to horror nevermore
just hold me Please Forever)
oh Shannon
not left behind
Please Shannon
not left behind
remember all You said
don't leave me for dead
how *** You said i was awesome
if i was really just no-one
limp **** drunk
is my legacy
once Shannon left me
once upon whenever
i believed we were forever
but She thought different
& threw away clint
i want to live forever
if it's with Her
but if alone i'm begging You
make Yur **** shot quick & true
i will Love forever
but as US is now never
i can't continue
i CANNOT GOD **** CONTINUE
PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
is all of me which remains
i am not the noe You knew
so make Yur **** shot quick & true
help....
please
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
111 words
24 lines
The Lost Boy
By Lisa Noe
There was a boy who was homeless
He lived under a bypass bridge
He was named Arthur Douglas
He lived in the town of Cambridge
He was only fifteen years old
They wanted to send him to an orphanage
But he was far too bold
No one could catch him, he hid from them
He didn’t even care about the cold
Then came Christmas, he thought of Bethlehem
He dreamed of the Christmas story, about Jesus
He knew they too where condemned like him
In his heart he lived in a palace
Free from all of the stress
No more no one to harm him.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
330 Words
40 lines
The Face of God
By Lisa Noe
I look to the Heaven and what do I see
But the face of the Lord staring back at me
Inside of my chest my heart it does leap high
I wonder if I will ever reach the sky
I’ll be reunited with my family
See grandparents and father and be happy
When I die will I go to Heaven I hope
I don’t just want to stay here on earth and mope
I have had so many close calls in the past
But the next time I hope God will come very fast
I look to Heaven and what do I see
But the face of the Lord staring back at me
Inside of my chest my heart it does leap high
I wonder if I will ever reach the sky
I have followed our God and believe in him
He is worthier than every bright gem
He sent forth his laws and good they were to keep
For him I’d climb the mountains and sail the deep
I love the Lord and I have no shame in that
I would go to him gladly and I’d go stat
He is the only savior of your sinned soul
He will be there to take you into his fowl
I look to Heaven but what do I see
But the face of the Lord staring back at me
I’ll be reunited with my family
See grandparents and father and be happy
To go to Heaven I don’t mind leaving life
For I surely believe in an afterlife
Where all family and friends will reunite
And in that new world there will not be a blight
Love will conquer all and we all will rejoice
We’re in this place because we made the right choice
We followed the will of one and only God
Now I am in Heaven like a lightening rod
I look to Heaven what do I see
But the face of the Lord staring back at me.
© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
A memory of Daddy
Lisa Noe
It happened long ago on Keesler Air Force Base
I went to the NCO club, which was our favorite place
Daddy and I would visit here every Sunday morn.
The food we ordered was very Southern
Biscuits and gravy and French toast
That is what I liked the most
Sometimes we’d go and fish
But I detested that dish
So we’d always throw them back
But fun we did not lack
We caught some flounders on our hooks,
But that we never cooked.
Then to the park we would go
I ‘d swing to and fro
Go down the slide a time or two
I would always over do
But the fun that we had
Always made me love my dad
That is a memory that I cherish
And it will never perish
My dad is gone now
But I shall always be his pal
He called me shadow
That was many years ago
Special are my memories
He made us the best of families
All of us adored him
His light will never dim
I miss him so much
As I loved him a bunch.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
i do not write in pencil
it's all written in real
no pattern, no stencil,
hand drawn hard feel
inhale exhale
whatever air is available
words need breaths to exist
yet breathless i persist
never been in a band
my words never heard
left to hold my own hand
trying to unthink my words
no eraser available
(though noe is erased & dull)
so i babble feeble
(though no words escape my skull)
eyes blink
to rid themselves of the red
but don't disguise a think
cuz the lids are hiding brain-dead
can you breathe underwater
believing she's oxygen for you
can you breathe when you want her
but she's allergic to you
soft socks should soothe a soul
on a cold night in a Shannon cuddle
and be the only thing worn on the morning
where we have each other waking for moaning
i thought She Loved me deeply
NEEDED me
(butt found there were cracks in our foundation)
i believed we were US forever
walked the waking dream of our Love Affair
(butt learned she could lose the fascination)
i was in LOVE
She was dating
i found The One
She was just dating
February 3rd came & went
harbringer of the death of clint
March 8th was the final ****
of the last of my living will
been in a haze of agony
where my own jester hates me
i wake daily in a daze of disbelief
to a nightmare real with no relief
my tears don't fall
they flow
strong & steady
acidic yet empty
and their side-show-bob
is the echo of my sobs
i keep writing poem after poem
of pain
PAIN
when the only poem i've ever wanted to write
is the one She wants to re-read every night
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Jeg kan høre det milde havskummet,
Det berører bakken så nær hjemmet sitt.
Skjønnhet vevd i sitt rustne gylne hår,
Jeg har ikke kjent henne lenge, men *** lar meg gå på lufta.
Det er noe *** har, en slags nåde,
Det skinner som en gemstone gjennom ansiktet hennes.
Hennes øyne kan være gjennomsnittlig på noen andre,
Men i hennes ser jeg himmelen, et hjerte smelter meg.
*** har barnslig lurer og jeg elsker det så,
Og *** gir av det mest lunefullt lys.
Selv når vi står på den kalde betongen,
Jeg kan se blomster spring opp rundt føttene hennes.
Jeg tror jeg elsker henne, ja, det gjør jeg!
Nei jeg gjør det ikke, det kan ikke være sant.
-Det tynne barnet bak deg.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 6:40 PM UTC
All the beauty in life
By Lisa Noe
Make the ordinary beautiful,
Find something in every day,
Something that you love.
Give a blessing for all that you see.
There’s a sunflower smiling at the sun.
A butterfly flutters over the yellow flowers,
And a bird glides across the sky gracefully.
He says “See I make all things new”.
Orange and gold leaves tumbling to the ground,
Falling upon a wooden barn of red.
Water tumbles over the cliffs,
And a babbling brook is a peaceful sound.
These are the gifts bestowed to man
By one omnipotent God
Trees of pink and white, purple, and green
Grass so thick, lush and green
Dogs and cats, elephants and horses,
Ducks and fish we are grateful for these;
All around us is life and beauty it seems
Lets have hope and faith and most of all love.
This is our life it is given by God.
To us the dominion over the earth
Thank goodness for these things,
They are the meaning of life.
© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
The Fallen Soldier
By Lisa Noe
As the bombs burst in the sky
I saw as it were a stranded guy
Running across the battle field
Using his helmet as a shield
When then struck an alarm
As a bullet hit him in the arm
Down he went to the ground
He made a thud a loud sound
His buddy called out to him
We shall help up you I and them
The troop of men raced to the man
They saved his life gave him a hand.
He was grateful to them all
The men who saved him from his fall
I salute you this he said
To all the men of which he led.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
Forgive me sir Edgar Allen
Poe I must write this out because it's maddening
Me to no foreseeable end
I stand here, right noe, at ravens end.
I walked outside the chamber onto the Astral plane
And saw the thoughts, scribbles and pops that amounted in crowds insane
What was in my sight by no means plain
And I stood there, contemplating at ravens end.
An ebony bird flew onto my shoulder looking out at the subconscious murmurings gathered by the pink and gooey Boulder
He crowed loudly, silencing the ideas so I could speak
I shouted to them "FELLOW CITIZENS WE MUST OVER TAKE THE PEAK!"
"WE MUST SEARCH OUT AND RECLAIM WHAT MADE US UNIQUE!"
And the raven crowed again, it seemed as if it wished to speak.
Rousing the ideas were, and creativity flowed back into my head
Reactivating circutry that was once long dead
And outside the lab where I was laid to rest
A raven flew back home to his nest
He crowed loudly, so loud that one could hear what he had to say at the neighborhood store
And so I quote the raven... nevermore
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC