Michael Gale Poems

Little Dipper sings a song...
Biggest Dipper can't be wrong.

Both night dippers seen at best...
...

A timely time of past misdeeds...
To one and all-In mind of former creeds.

How does one come up to mind? ...
...

Look at the Van Go....
Hanging on the wall all by itself.

Does it tilt all crooked so? ...
...

Flames of emotional smoke fans out in all directions to lands of unfreedomed countries and fevered hands...
Blinded by torment and death.

Where may one find solice and peace? ...
...

Tis' be fish-a fish of mine...
One that flips inside a pan o'thine.

That cat that swatted at a fish astray...
...

Heart felt despaire may at times seem unable to be fixed to a condition as whole or repair...
That crack in thy heart may resemble in length the crack of that Liberty Bell, - of this to you i sincerely do informly tell.

You from the beginning had me transfixed in your spell...
...

Those hands-Those ways of adverse advance...
Of that knight that rescued the fair maiden which in turn moved the heart-strings turn by chance.

A much royalt'eed prance by a horse's hoove's gaitley march...
...

He flew...
He stood.

He came to stay...
...

Tea Kettle blues...
Tea stained hues.

These stains are like pain injected straight to my heart...
...

I held her hard and held her tight...
I held her closer, than mighty-might.

She held me, in her spell, she weaved...
...