Michael Gale Poems

Stallions white and purest bright...
Hoof beats best when done at night.

Pegasus unbridled free-est flight...
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Invisible aloofness makes me gone...
Unobserved as thinnest dawn.

A wavering mist, be i here...
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(This is not a true story.)

The quiet quiller...
He t'was the killer.
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There once was a poet from Nantucket....
Who was deathly ill and just ready to kick the bucket.

Once he was healthy...
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There once was a talking squid....
Who had nary a farthing or quid.

He went out to look for a job that would pay, real well...
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Blue eyes cryin' in the rain of pain....
Blue eyes cryin' in the pain of strain.

Blue eyes cryin' in the reign of disdain...
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(I've found my wife and this poem is about someone)
(else who has lost their own first true love.)
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My heart doth have wings for thee...
To make mine, flutter free.

My heart takes flight for yondered, you...
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Love should take flight straight to Heavenly gates of the heart and thought...
Love should soar to highest flights of delerious unawareness of the heart uncaught.

Love can only carry us to hearted delight....
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A ring, a ring, in the nose...
To be led around, do you suppose?

What a big bad pain...
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