Michael Gale Poems

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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God bless all the spirited imagery...
Of poetry.

For without a such imaged word...
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The Sun went down on that greatacious periodic era of time....
Without, reason or rhyme.

The dark ages, reigned on, with all...
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Bluistic aurora's of our moralistic fibers
Inhewn to thee soul's describers'.

Anarchy raises it's mustering rank...
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A Monestoric tree spread out it's branches to world's own roots...
Trying to issue th' word of God to evil's gangly cahoots.

Angels are messengers possessed of Godly aid..
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The heart speaks what the mind or mouth will not be heard, aloud.

God bless all romantic poets who are not afraid to write what is of the heart.
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