The Sun and The Moon Of Man
The rays of the sun and moon and stars that align.
The rays of the Sun that remains as far and wide.
The rays of the Sun that gives life to those that think and plan.
The rays of the Sun, that plants the rivers so He can drink and stand.
For He is of the Sun that stood forever stark.
until the days of His unaltered ways, misled to some be, dark.
The Earth and moon and stars grow ever glum with stride.
Remember that it is Man, who prides himself glad, with sin, this ride.
Shadowy realms follow Him as He greedily stays.
Just remember this, He bathes within His own untarnished rays.
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A God Filled Humor, Is God Of All.
God filled humor...
For God gave us the ability to think and have a sense of humor.
We breathe...
A feat given to us by God.
And only...Thru his final nod...
For He is God.
Every thing is God like...
Even a toy made by man was actually made by God in a way-a bike.
Every thing is God inspired..
As are we-God like-wired.
For He is God, our God of gods...
For without He, we'd not have our bods.
God is every where and everything...
God even invented the bat's wing and even a swing.
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I Feel Real Dumb, You Bet, I Bet.
Won day i sat down to right a poem...
Nothing came to me which left me to feel sad and alone.
A cloud of dispaire and regret alit to my head and shoulders...
This did very little to enpower me to be great and happily the bolders.
Alas-...
This poor old sad filled lass.
No more hope...
To give nothing to others a mood of nope.
When will this unspirited vacume of nothingness leave me of it's hold? ...
When will i mentally prosper and be well known of my frame of greatness enfold to an arouseness of being smart and talented as well as being told that i am really smart as bold?
No ideas, as of yet...
I feel real dumb, you bet i bet.
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Stranger In The Wind...
Stranger in the wind...
Beckons at my door.
Stanger in the wind...
Wanting even more.
Stranger in the wind...
Hard to really ignore.
Stranger in the wind..
Making my heart ache, as sore.
Stranger in the wind...
Rapping at my door.
Stanger in the wind...
Who knows i am so poor.
Stranger in the wind...
My time here-has me bore...
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Ever More The Raven Soar.
Let there be a raven more...
Let it soar and fly.
Let there be a raven nor...
Let it circle by.
Let there be a raven more...
T'will it stay up high?
Let there be a raven more...
Forever more, the most more ever high.
Soaring is it's favorite time...
Higher and higher, it t'will ever climb.
Let the raven ride that current of air...
It rides it ever more.
That raven will ride it once, once more-
Forever more, will it ever soar?
Beyond that harvest day...
That raven will fly and soar once more, to
fly and play another fun filled day...
Forever more will he ever soar.
This ravenouse fun filled ever more day of play...
T'will stay with he, to fly and stay.
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What Be A Friend Of Thee? What Be This Friend To Ye?
Perchance i might say old friend...
You are my one of all friend to friends of a friend of all friends.
Friends are a lot that are few in time...
A friend is a friend of mine be so ever good and sublime.
A friend will not ask you to go to jail for them...
A true friend will stay behind with you or not
soon depart from you when you've become mad at them.
A friend will stay and talk with you when time is of the area of being early or late...
A friend will accompany you on a double date when the woman
he has chosen for you just might be of the ugliest and hideousest of state.
What is a friend true or best? ...
A friend is a friend, no matter what be your best given test.
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Broken Love's Vestige
Love's own vestige shrinks miles, by the
stretch of the one single broken down heart,
Unbalanced pressures weigh down romance's
good or luckless life's profit, so
disappointment's approach is directed to
thy own experienced part! Fetch your own
happiness, as you learn and select errors
thru bygone of days...Heart's rewards are
plucked from fortune's misfortunate ways!
Broken hearts are finally mended towards
love's own happy days! Happiness shines as
thru my heart so strongly strengthened by
long hard learned phases...To fondness
tried so blindly by, love's own romance
endures and to finally graze and rages!
Michael Jeffrey Gale
Copyright ©2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
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The Gator That Ate It's Tree Frog.
....................A Rain Forrest Tree Frog
.................................plays Peek aboo with
........................................an Allegator down in the
........................................
. ....................................Florida Everglades, right
.............................behind a mutated Tulip...
Just don't ask me
to explain this
Rare but strange>>>>>>>>>
Happinstance.>>>>>>>>
I still don't know what>>>
A Tree Frog is doing
in the florida Ever Glades.
or how a Tulip
sprouted too.
Don't be
dumb
said
the
fly.
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Heat Of Summer, Heated Love.
Summer's heat can swelter and melt...
As summer's heat may simmer as weld.
Some summer's heat can burn as long...
This summer's heat can impel a song.
Summer's heat can cook and bake...
Summer's heat of life can take.
Boil and broil a heart so hot...
A summer's heat can break that romanceful knot.
This heat of summer can smoulder and rot.
Anger's heat, heats up my libido's furnace...
This love of summer can invoke to heart, a loving furnish.
Love of summer brings to mind, a resurgance of love...
Summer's sun may bathe one and all with heat fro' above.
Summer's heat can bring to beaches and swimming pools...
Visions of women in bikinied thongs, these things my eyes do love.
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You Alone.....My Love!
If i could place my love for you inside a
box...I would have you keep it next to your
heart, with many, many locked up locks!
For you would have the only keys...For you
are the only one, that i wish to please!
You alone continually stay on my mind...
You alone are one of a special kind! You
alone remain my only one desire...You
alone can be the only one i require! You
alone wake me up in the morning...You
alone, when angered give me your heated,
look of warning! You alone share with
me, your heart's most desired cravings,
You alone put up with my some times,
rantings and ravings! You and i, have remained
so tight...You alone have been my one
perfect, Mrs.Right! ! !
2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
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