Michael Gale Poems

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231.
Love Bites!

Love bites, like a Great White Shark, in the
dismal sea of love...Only agonizing pain
and disappointment may fittingly be stuck
to a broken heart's chamber!
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232.
Promised Love's, Unopened Door.

Forever more, my tortured heart, feelings blue and true...May when ever love does follow, regroup thine feelings due.Regret and sorrow hurt my feelings, after ye scream and yell...A hatred's wrath is so steaming, as demeaning and sent to hell.How can i love thee fleeing? ...How may i ever tell? Mine heart for thee is ever beating...Beating to break and over swell.My love for thee is often debating...Debating on how degrading, how degrading thy heart be filled with heated hate.When made up af't passionate lovemaking...Spread so heated, up so late.
A love so healthy and more careless, Which does make thy heart well
sore...All this storm of angered, vantaged, All more love, forever more...
Lets no longer add the vantage, ever more to cease and score.Lets
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233.
This Prolific Entity's Temperance.

A prolific entity regains my strength...
Reneged my stamina, for posterity's sake.
Beguiled by others, has inflamed my obviouse sores...
Rediscovering my temperance, indicates my hallowed secret source.
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234.
Fish Wish!

Fish Wish!
Splendedly wet is this day of fishin',
With pole in hand, is my ultimate mission.
Worms held tightly on those metal hooks,
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235.
Isolated Crimes Of Passionate Lies.

From whence we come, from whence we came...
Knows not any failured mis-spent shame.
Who so-ever spins the web, regards all failed, b'neath darkened,
isolated tribes...
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236.
To Be Gay, Is Not Acceptable, In The Bible.

Jesus forgave Mary Magdalene...
But, I do not believe, that He would forgive, Jerry FagDelean.

If God would have wanted His people to be gay...
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237.
Jesus, Was Our Sin-Cleansing, Soap-Bar.

Jesus Christ, was a preacher...
To get His point across, to others,
He was a teacher.
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238.
My Good Friend, Oscar.

A statue of gold...
For actors, gifted
Bold.
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239.
Barraged By An Unsteady, Heady, Wind.

Jostling freely in the wind...
Like a kite, precariously.

Riding the winds tide us up and down....
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240.
The Roofer's Final Job.

A bus hath by to pick me up, in reality, and as in spirit...
Had i been deaf, I'd be run over and in ill health, I'd not have heard it.

Heard it, or herd it by cows painted in war paint and well adorned, be they...
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