Michael Gale Poems

Nag, nag, nag, nag....
That's the name imprinted on the title's tag.

Just a-keep onna a-naggin' em'...
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As I lay here in sleepless night...
Will I dream the dreamed lit fright?

Will this night frighten me scared? ...
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You make my heart, freeze in time...
Baby, You make my heart skip it's beat.

You make me, fit this crime...
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Hip hop-slickety splits, All ideals are not great hits.
What has words been written in time? ...
Lonely, lonely-deserted rhyme.
From this once holy, imaginative explosivley-scattered...
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Flexing my becepped arms around the thinned down waist of my wife.
Her breathe doth' sweet smelled to a nose, oh so simple-sweetly a rose.
Twilight's mooned beam to my face-
Happly metted silhouette, beamed and gleamed.
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A flung far water's edge...
gleams a cleared refraction from the mind's dislocated and dysfunctionally fogged, blocked ledge.
A proud loved one's proof of acceptance to their loved one's
opened heart's mind gives way to freedom's verily own creedence...
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Mine own heart 'doth impart written great art...
From deep down within me-from an early religious raised start.
Poetry 'doth rekindle a new birth'ed feeling...
Allbeit a dizzy uneasy, head fastly reeling.
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Skies of blu'ed hues would transform to
purplish beet red tints, half blocked by
clouds real peppered gray'ed...Storms
gather swirls of wind, scattering dust
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Lions rush fields of lush weeds to chase
out the wild game...These hunted prey, run
and jump only to save their own hides from
killing machines who want to kill and mame!
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A sun drenched morning, with Butterflies,
fluttering from one empty cave,
Filled with leaves, mounting atop Man's sad,
and lonely grave.
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