Michael Gale Poems

Freedom of speech...
Why doth ye preach?

I am free to tell my view...
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Should i turn the other cheek? ...
When a know-it-all, smart alec, decides to speak.

His words do seem to hurt at times...
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Cosmic enlightenment full bloomed into a great black hole...
Our memories may at times fade as go, don't we consider and know?

Cosmic dust scatters along great devoids in astroidal ineptness...
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A family tree...
Where does it sprout from ye?

Where be those many paths tho' lead? ...
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This beard...
Feels very weird.

It itches....
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Great imagery of a poem...
Makes me glad when i wandered onto the poetic scene, when i did.

For man hath not lived life to his fullest until he's read good poetry...
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To be full of oneself is as near as possible as being full of it...
I just hate people who might brag how better they be, than others.

Why do men put down others? ...
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Have you ever listened to your voice? ...
It is scary enough to make you hesitant to recover from shock and rejoice.

I like my voice when i talk....
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What do you call a stuttering poo?

Give up?
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Clipped wings can sometimes be appropriate...
As we strive to do our best and soar with the eagles.

We oftened come up against thermal drafts of air that grounds us...
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