Michael Gale Poems

Had i been sighted behind that mossy log...
Way down beyond that foggy bog.

Fog as thick as thickest bricked wall...
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If i could place my love for you inside a
box...I would have you keep it next to your
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Verily a poem of this artly expressed talent
did knock me over...
I originally hail from Chicago, not Dover.
I know of art in it's raw, rarest form...
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Abuse...
Misuse.

Hostile violence...
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Love's Wine Wedded, Happiness Spilled!
Grape liquid spilled, staining a blotch so
pink or pale, Remnant to a loving couple's
romantic night's frollicking tale! Those
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The flailings of rope's uneven noose...
Not held tight by a knot tied well too loose.
Hard listened for was but a lumbering thud...
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Who is to say that war is best? ....
Time will tell to all the rest.
Who can say what whom will do? ...
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A slave i was born...
To run and run and run till there was no more master's to run
from those days wasted on the plantation, sweating while making
to toil.
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Mine own heart 'doth impart written great art...
From deep down within me-from an early religious raised start.
Poetry 'doth rekindle a new birth'ed feeling...
Allbeit a dizzy uneasy, head fastly reeling.
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Skies of blu'ed hues would transform to
purplish beet red tints, half blocked by
clouds real peppered gray'ed...Storms
gather swirls of wind, scattering dust
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