Best Chad Poems
It stood a while, alone, the perfect phrase
Entire and beautiful upon the stage
As lovely as two words could ever be
‘Till came the muse, the ancient ***** of days
Demanding blood and ink upon the page
Insisting passion and complexity
And sacrifice, and violent hymns of praise
Her hunger and her ardour to assuage
In wild defiance of simplicity
The poet quaked in terror, and betrayed
His words to slake her raw and awesome rage
In her cold hands they cried for company
© Gail Foster 13th December 2016
Not even a whisper to help understand
Son, husband, brother, uncle, work mate and friend
Taken unseen, from this world by his own hand
No spar or ring ending the fisherman’s bend
Just a rigid, slightly jagged, frayed tag end
So should we start at least another slogan
Who we want is one more Clinton again
Who presidential things already did master
When our economy had been in a disaster.
Once were chickens and jobs in very pot
And it made no difference whether or not
Which State was your current residence
How flat is field or forest now is dense.
Everyone here and there in our entire nation
Were all giving Clinton a standing ovation
About how glad with things they had become
Equal distributed and everyone owning some.
Why would President a Republican want to return
While for a Democrat we continue to yearn
Florida votes finally Republicans had to pad
With a miscount caused by a hanging chad.
in the summer rain by the lake, the droplets drip down my toes, through my hair,
down my nose.crickets singing to the moon, stars hang their heads as I swoon.
lonely night, as I bathe in rain and moonlight. And I sigh, as the willows bend and
cry. Lovely lighthouse,light the way. Help me find the light of day. Rainy weather,
will not stay. Percussion of the pitter patter, on the docks, the rain does splatter.
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We break the silence with our laughter, the rain pours down even faster, and as I
jump into the lake, losing this moment is a chance I won't take. being embraced
by the waves, golden sun rays reflecting off the surface. Peacefully I float along in
my life, the first time in my life ive never been nervous.Seeking out the unknown,
the night, this rain, I belong
body am owner
no longer are a loaner
became body donor
what would make me mad
cheated counting hanging chad
which we knew was bad
hard been hard to bare
chiropractor met my prayer
now can climb each stair
my back has an arch
now stand straight when we march
in clothes is much starch
hurt from head to feet
to adjust he did repeat
my pain did deplete
back was out of line
adjusted back which is mine
now am feeling fine
When I learned about his death, it was hard to believe.
An actor died twenty years ago today on Christmas Eve.
Sadly, he died at the young age of twenty-six.
He starred in The Supernaturals, A Smoky Mountain Christmas and other flicks.
He starred in The Dukes of Hazzard and Magnum P.I. as well.
He tried to beat Colon Cancer but sadly, he was destined to fail.
When a person dies on Christmas Eve, it's a shame.
He was a talented actor and Chad Sheets was his name.
[Dedicated to Chad L. Sheets (1972-1998) who died on December 24, 1998.]
“Chad deserves a round of applause!”
And more applause!
And more applause!
And a standing ovation!
And giggles get passed around!
He has not been feeling well his mother said, excusing four-year-old Chad.
He has asthma, she said at five,
he did not mean to shove the child off the slide.
He has headaches she said when he turned six,
and another child is sent to the hospital.
He is having a hard time, he is dyslexic,
she said at seven, trying to get him on a field trip.
The other children were terrified of him; he bragged about torturing animals.
He has a hard life she told the policemen who picked him up for a home invasion at eleven.
He went to juvenile hall but was returned by a judge who dated his mama.
He ran away at fourteen, sixteen, and seventeen; but he was brought back.
He broke a child’s arm, knee, and nose during his absences.
He is supersensitive, his mama explained. That other child started it.
According to her the other children always start it.
Today Chad is in federal prison.
Convicted of murdering three women.
Suspected in the disappearance of three others.
His mother tries to date the right people, so she can get him out.
She has not found the right man, so she is still making excuses for Chad.
You have a
Gold heart.
That makes you
Kind hearted.
Your different then
Most friends.
I met.
And that makes you
Great inside.
Your a great friend
Who is loyal.
Best job I never had was being tickle secretary to a pink dragon, Chad.
I had twenty-six job before I met him, and believe me, they were all bad.
Tickled him every hour from his tail to his gigantic fire-breathing nose.
He laughed like hyena pack who had stayed all night in a bar until close.
If he guffawed too hard, I had to mop up the room and well beyond too.
The great news, is that Chad was good-natured and fun, never ever blue.
Spending time with him was a delight, I never got tired of working with him.
Now I clean up a grizzly bear with a toothache, his name is growly Jim.
Chad, a lopsided bird had a shoulder that popped up
The other one held him down when he went to sup
Why am I so asymmetrical? He asked his birdy daddy.
No idea, his dad said. Want to be my caddy?
His dad was a golfer, and symmetrical too.
His mother was teensy lopsided, her name was Lu.
His sister was symmetrical like their dad.
I guess I could carry your clubs, said lopsided Chad.