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Michael J. Gale
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Michael J. Gale

Michael J. Gale, 30 november 2011

Our Brave And Patriotic Soldiers.

Thank You,One and All....
For answering that fateful 
and loyal call.

Thank You One and All...
Even when and after You fall.

From morning taps with the raising of the flag...
Your bravery shall never sway,and sag.


You have and shall inspire all of Us 
with Your unwavering and loyal pride...
As You mount upon that war battle-ling ride.

Off and into battle You all,bravely go....
To serve with an honorable mentioning
to and fro'.

Many places of this world...
Patriotic as Old Glory,never 
intending to yield,always unfurled.

Stiffest into the face of odds yet 
unplaced as hurled...
You are the unsung heroes 
of this world.

Verily the march goes on...
Until finally at last,this war 
that You've all,have 
experienced,as won.

You've at last,have won...
Every daughter,or brother 
or sister or Son.

Every Father and Grandfather 
with more tales lo' let spun....
War is like Hell,and minus all fun.

To those that have departed and those 
that survive...
Those that are lucky to still be alive.

We give You thanks and God given grace...
In all Our hearts will You shine in God's 
own glory loved place.

Thank You...
Thank You.

No reward will be 
enough,in all full,gratitude...
Immeasurably in heightened 
full,magnitude.


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Michael J. Gale

Michael J. Gale, 29 november 2011

A Time Traveling,Transient.

The hands on the face of the clock 
sweep by at an erroneous pace...


Like time with Myself,do I feel 
completely,out of place.

Powerless in life in days in numbers 
ranging in more than thrice...
Makes One cringe,when trying to 
cope and suffice.

Warranties are useless when 
involving a car dealership....
Even the extended ones,are 
logically held a-slip.

A-slip in expired faces of 
timed disrupt....
Can seem to leave all,in 
it's path,unevenly corrupt.

Bowled away by time,as 
always unerring....
None other than it's 
villainous being,ever 
so evil and unsparing. 

Uncaring...
Yet, despairing. 

Time leaves all left aloft....
Maybe with an 
unwary-self all lazy and soft.

Traveling of time,inbound....
Wholly whole and solidly sound.

Time travel....
Sure of common sense,
to unearth and unravel.

Carelessly wounded in 
time's own trap....
Helplessly left to,
scrape and scrap.

Help! Help! Help!
Yelp! Yelp! Yelp!


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Michael J. Gale

Michael J. Gale, 29 november 2011

Satan's Worst,Evil Curse.

He fell from God's own grace...
He was purely evil and such the unholy disgrace!

He was pure evil....
He is Satan, the Devil!

A once proud Angel turned quite greedy...
Keep looking for Him,the one best seedy!

He now reigns in the heated fire...
He has contempt and jealousy for His bosses ire.

He only wants to inflict pain into this worldly,empire!...
That greedy thought,His only desire.

He turned Himself into a Satanic creature....
He is the world's only evil feature.

He wants to be Man's only movie....
He thinks of Himself as the only one being,super groovy! 

He'll lie to all and only,imitate....
He'll consume and only hate and irritate.

He is Satan...
The most worst,fate in!

That We be....
In the end,drowning in the flaming,Sea!


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Michael J. Gale

Michael J. Gale, 28 november 2011

A Faucet Run A'mock.

Crimson blue underwear hanging from the line...
Tea kettles a'fired hot above the boilin' stove.

Sugar crumb'd on the table just-a set in spil'led water...
This puddled liquid lies so still and languildly cold.

Cock roaches battle army-ants for the syrup'ed coated sea...
A missing person, done departed from this runny top-Forever due, 
is of one wanted missing mop.

An over flowing sink filled with dirty dishes...
Reminds one of a most wanted housekeeper, Unwisely left 
unattended-will come the rushing waters from one let go of faucet.

What did happen to this scene-An unkept mess that did so happen.   

A mess so bad would have to be cleaned up...
A broken dish or a chipped up cup.


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