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Michael J. Gale, 30 listopada 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, 29 listopada 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, 29 listopada 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, 28 listopada 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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