Best Gale Poems

Do you know what brought the wind into the world my Love...
the wind is the speeding breath of God's heart
the very air of his soul that carries the desire of creation
through the universe to your lips
seeking expression in the fire of your freedom,
he wants to...

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There she sits, ready to fly, to be free and take sail
A beautiful ship, the love of my life, The Anne Marie Gale
Ready to take on the harshest storms, the hurricanes
The darkness and the rain, typhoons, and all the pain
She sails off, leaving me behind,...

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On the first day of Christmas
     I litted a red candle for one
On the second day...
     A white candle for him
On the third day...
     A pink candle for her
In the succeeding days
 ...

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DEVIL GALE NOR'EASTER
Relinquishing my right to being sane,
tis none-the-less God given to my brain,
the very hope, while on this restless sea,
so into dark, and where a gale must be,
I'll stay my course, into the driving rain;

into the howling wind; into the night,
through white caps higher...

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I'm standing by the splashing rocks of the roaring ocean
with a cold face as if I was standing in wintry freezing rain;
it's the middle of sunny May and the chilly blowing gale
turns me into a hand-rubbing dude very rigid and pale.

Tired of being behind a...

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“There were silver sparrows
feeding in the shadows
of bricker-bracken
on fresh pine nuts
from an old hope chest’s cones

Theirs were waning wings
tarnished in the window
of a bricked-up build
with a china hutch
from an old age gone long

I came on haunting heels
creeping like a widow
of a blacked-out bond
who misses much
from...

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A flatulent poet named Jan
Passed wind and there wasn't a fan
How the other folks gasped
At foul wind that she'd passed 
By jingo, she farts like a man!

********TOTAL FICTION WRITE********  


3/8/18...

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 Gale force winds are expected; time to tie your knickers down
All heads bent, and everyone is pushing their way across town

Mouths are tightly shut, just in case their dentures out and fly
Ski goggles are on, just in case you get something in your eye

Skirts...

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The shine of emerald green blinds.
Their narrow slats will pinch your eyes.
Be moneywise - this trip’s not kind.
The shine of emerald green blinds.
It’s not for empty-headed minds,
Nor yellow brick tail-biting cries.
The shine of emerald green blinds.
Their narrow slats will pinch your eyes.

5/2/2019
Celebrate May with a...

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The Gales are coming 
striking the house
striking the trees 
that bend in its force.

The Gales
The Gales 
The Gales

The Gales that shake the grasses 
that quiver across the prairie.
The Gales that spit rain 
and frost and sleet and snow.

The Gales
The Gales
The Gales

So as the seasons change
The...

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THE    GALE


The gale twists the grass double,
Pounds the oaktree with its fists,


Shredding the autumn hedge,
Shrieking through cedar shakes,
Howling around old ruins  
Where window shutters chatter in fear.
 
We heave against it uncertainly,
Waiting for the  white balm of fog....

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Three cocktail sausages jumped out of a tin
Off they went in a Ferrari for a spin
The weather was perfect, the ride a breeze
Everything was going well, until one sausage began to sneeze
Sweat dripped down the sausage's skin
It fell out of the racing car and wished...

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It's allways nice , win sum one hoo cairs is around ! 

Sirtin lies were toeld . But the cops fynally arrested the real rapest !

& the Mexican boys in the black birrays held the criminal until the cops came.

Did it matter , that the...

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"So Dorothy, your visit here is now in Oz folklore."

"You mean to say," said she, "I'm not in Kansas anymore?"

"Oh dear, I thought you knew that fact; the Munchkins made it clear."

"I joke," she said, "I play it dumb as part of my veneer."

"Haha, quite...

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Tilt back your head and cry havoc.

As blood and bone twine beneath your skin,
overlaid, with a kind of raw madness,
that has you running to the storm.

Tilt back your head and cry havoc.

Twisting, Turning, Tearing, those winds
from out the shrieking void come.
Echoes of the things you...

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