Michael Gale Poems

I have enjoyed my time spent here...
Now I leave because of fear.

Fear that I'll say something here real bad for two poets...
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It seems to be man's duty to emblazonedly ignite the imagination of their fellow man's higher learning...
Inward felt-This heart felt dealings, ever sought, this knowledgeable burning.

This wanting edge of our heart deep, known...
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A picture-Says it best...
Memories loving, inlaid nest.

Always close inside my heart...
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'Neath the bleary, dead dropped blood...
Dripped to droplets-Stead thy mounded, dirtied mud.

Bones buried by centuries past....
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I walked down the very long corridor of mirrored walls...
Nothing but i stared back in wonderment and awe.

Marble and Byzantine busts of Socrates and the like...
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Begin, begin, the morning with the bacon readied toast...
Slug down that scalding cup of coffee, that you like the most.

Having fried eggs, over easy...
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Like leaves fell dead upon the ground...
In a land of no dead sound.

Crimes against men, all kind...
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God, became my friend...
One, day, spent well, with many.

He will.in the end...
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The boos! , were said in a hushed sound....
Very low, very eerily, a sounding, found.

Low, as in a shushed, whisper...
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The ethereal acknowledge of the past dance with danger...
Are we from common sense-The stranger?

Must we come to the cross roads of our untimely avenues? ...
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