Michael Gale Poems

That shade tree mechanic...
Don't worry, don't panic.
Did'st he look to be Hispanic? ...
No, no, no, he seemed more Islamic.
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Klack-klack-klack go outward heard the rails of life...
Forever going in lifely disturbed strife.

Look at the old homeless individual trailing a shopping cart...
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Tis once was hinted at or said
'Parting is such sweet sorrow'...
Sadness well abounds as of the
following next morrow.
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Shistor-shistor-shistor, klag...
Not much need be trap'd thy stag.

Fluidic motions of bested moments...
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That influxioning flux in days of time...
Shall for ever and ever go on and climb.

Heftly met dissappointment arrives to thee...
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Bursting missles erupting over head are heard exsploding way up high...
Bloody scorched earth remains remindful of many that have and will die.

Howertzers belched and spit out their loud fires of the dead...
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Angels are the warriors of the good of heart...
From beginning and the end of start.

Our winged wonders safeguard our mortal host's...
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Full moon of passioned romance...
Long b'fore the Summer's Square Dance.

Fiddles pulse and strings do t'wine...
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Remember me when'st my heart...Began it's fatal horror-ed start.

I beseech thee to spread my name...So that one day, I may have my fame.
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Breaking the surface of the water, with drumming music score, stuck deep inside my head...
Only makes me realise that someone close, could be dead.

Not me, as I gulp hard and long....
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