Best Gayle Poems
My favorite talk host Lady , Oprah Winfrey
Preaches how to eat healthy
Her friend, Gayle King, catering
A ton of potato chips for her constant nibbling.
Do I really know you
although I call you friend
Friends made in cyberspace
disappear with no end
Do I really know you
just from your written word
Putting so much trust in that
seems rather absurd
Your words chosen 'careful'
your face I cannot see
Can I really know if
you're a friend to me
As said about the internet
you can be what you want to be
So are you really what you say
or are you deceiving me.
(Dedicated to a my best cyber friend ever.. RIP Gayle Stanley.. We became friends online, for 2 years we joined groups together, we talked about trusting people online, and eventually emailed or chatted almost everyday about out families and life and then she suddenly disappeared. She had MS, but had more drive and spirit than most people I know.)
the pin-up white ice
slow turning into water
the dragonfly wings
* Inspired by both: Mike Duffy's haiku and that beautiful dragonfly & Gayle Sweeper poem.
Nothing like Gayle’s homemade chili wafting throughout her home
To make even the hardest heart feel comforted and less alone
I met an earth angel when I was a merely sixteen and a half
Her spirit was as inviting and as contagious as her laugh
The very first moment we met I felt I had known her forever
Perhaps in another life I was her daughter and her my mother
Tears rush to my eyes and my heart leaps as I write and weep
As it speaks volumes of how my connection to her is so deep
Immediately drawn to her beauty which resonates warmth and compassion
I longed to be just like her, with the same values, integrity and passion
Older than I, yet youthful and beaming with such strong intense light
Gayle is unusually gorgeous, significantly intelligent and bright
Twenty six years later I receive a call and she is there for me like before
Not just to share my grief for the loss of my father but much more
A white flower bouquet, a ‘Care of the Soul,’ book, a card depicting a work of art
Filled with her original loving words and a talk that healed my heart
Still to this day she is my idol, my guru, my mentor, my ‘other,’ mother
Her abilities are immense her talents are many and her spirit like no other
With the originality of Martha Stewart she wraps gifts and decorates her house
Cooks a feast like Emeril, writes like Thomas Moore and sings like Alison Krauss
A phenomenal writer, and college professor, there is nothing she can’t teach
She resides in harmony with nature in a chateau overlooking the beach
In my next time around when I have self actualized enough to deserve less strife
I hope to be her, with all her wisdom and spiritual depth, and have her exact life
Tabatha Transcends
The rains in March came down;
And she thought that they would never cease.
She prayed with all her might;
For just a little peace.
The clouds remained so dark;
And gloominess all around.
She cried out for it to stop;
But no hope could be found.
She said that I think I could make it;
Though my strength is not sustaining.
If only God would listen;
And make it just stop raining.
But the water just kept rising;
And her tears flowed down in streams.
Sunshine found only while asleep;
And comfort be in her dreams.
She really tried to fight it;
In silence and all alone.
Until the day she shut her eyes;
And angels took her home.
~ Darlene Doll Smith
In loving memory of Tabatha Gayle Anderson
Now we mark a big occasion
The “Golden Wedding Anniversary“
Of George and Sally, or to you
“Leon and Gayle”
now here’s their tale ...
Gayle was a city of Moffett girl,
Leon a shy Allentown farm boy.
Opposites attracted,
And the result was just pure joy.
They raised cat, dogs, horses, cows,
Vegetables, flowers, bugs and all kinds of toys.
they also managed very well
To raise three girls and two boys.
Chris was the first,
Then Susie and Sandie followed suit.
Next was Randy and Justin,
All great kids to boot.
Now, ol’ Leon and Gayle
Are grandparents as well.
There’s Amber, Jason and Jonathan
and Blake and Lexi, we think their all swell.
Step-grandparents to Maddi and Thomas
then great-grandparents to Llana as well.
They’re just outstanding people,
So charming and down to earth.
A Mom and Dad like those two?
Can’t tell you what it’s worth.
The fact is that we truly
Just love them both to pieces.
Growing up was truly fascinating,
And always lots of fun.
So to this most engaging man
And his sweetheart of a wife.
“Leon and Gayle”,
“Sally and George”,
“ Papa George and Grammie”
To fifty years of bliss.
It took half of a century
For a day as fine as this!
Thank you for joining us in making
this a Happy 50th Anniversary!
“The Heaton Family”
Chris & Rick, Susie & Richard,
Sandie & Patrick, Randy & Jennifer,
Justin & Shelita,
Amber, Llana, Jason, Jonathan,
Blake, Lexi,
Madeline, & Thomas.
.... I remember that summer
...He was only here for the summer.
Countless afternoons the four of us spent
swimming at the dam or playing soccer in the park.
Gayle and I, he and Donny.
...Awkward fifteen year old shyness
turned into sixteen year old flirtations.
A game of tag in the cemetary
turned into a playful wrestling match
before becoming a tender kiss.
...He told me he could not date me
because his best friend had a crush on me.
Before summer ended I was dating a senior,
eighteen and so grown up.
...His friend had never stood a chance with me
and he had thrown away his.
~~~ for Franks's contest "A Summer Memory" ~~~
28/04/2012
Mom, Grandma, Nancy, Stephen, June
Laughing, talking, cooking past noon
Clean, fresh vanilla candle smell
Messy house means all is well
Christopher, David, Penny, Jan
My dog Short Stack; my biggest fan
Sweet caramel Hershey kiss
Sour lemon Lipton iced tea; Brisk
Melanie, Ashley, little James, Sebastian
Cousins sharing stories with great passion
Sincere talk with my lovely niece
Rough tug a war with my Maltese
Frank, Barb, Allen, Deby, Steve, Debi, husband, wife
All couples with true love in their life
Icy Crytsal Geyser water; cold
Steamy green bean casserole
Myself, Allen, Steph, Rob, Tami, Ron
Texas hold ‘em, reminiscing about Don
Innocent ones filled with love and hope
Raw feelings, finding strength to cope
Alicia, Terry, Frances, Marea, Gayle, Beth, Danielle
Close friends who about anything, I can tell
Together on opinions about men
Apart in our attractions to them
Icy chill in the air forcing others to touch
Friends and relatives we don’t see enough
Hot red bonfire, eggnog with brandy
Cold blue lips, children with candy
Missing my dad, wishing he was here
Taking comfort that others are near
Quiet glances, whiff of cigar smoke
Loud voices, sip of Bacardi and coke
This day is a day I will always remember
Memories to hold until next November
Hate how time slips away too fast
Love this day and want it to last
Here’s a toast to Thanksgiving Day 2010
Until next year when we celebrate again
You made these brown eyes blue
You make your baby cry
I just don’t understand…
Tell me the reason why
You said that you love me
Confessed desire, too
Now you've gone and done it
You've made these brown eyes blue
I don't mean to blame you
And I don't mean to chide,
But my broken heart grieves
For HER you left my side
Now you want to love me
You think that I will swoon,
When this you KNOW full well,
You left me way too soon!
Though I do adore you
With a love, oh, so true
I will not stay around
You made these brown eyes blue
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The term, "brown eyes blue" was taken from the song by Crystal Gayle, "Don't it Make my Brown Eyes Blue."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xh5csU32HE4
I finally watched the much talked-about
R.Kelly interview. And it was off-the-rails crazy alright!
A day has passed and I'm still flabbergasted by it
If his objective was to convince the world
Of his innocence, he failed spectacularly
In fact, he came off like the unhinged monster he really is
Mid-interview, he turns to the camera
And completely comes undone
He's standing over his interviewer, Gayle King
Pounding his fists, beating his chest, SCREAMING...
"Quit playing! Use your common sense, I didn't do this[expletive]!"
"Y'all killing me, man!"
"I'm trying to have a relationship with my kids, and I can't do it!"
"Y'all just don't wanna believe the truth!"
Myriads of questions ran through my head
During that bizarre meltdown
Why the hell is he lashing out at us viewers?
Is he really blaming viewers for the trouble he finds himself in?
Absolutely risible
I didn't get that whole "performance"
I found him talking to the camera quite disturbing
As it felt as though he was looking and venting
Directly AT me. It was as if we were looking
Into each other's eyes. Again, disturbing!
You ARE a monster, R. Kelly
It makes me sick that I used to be a fan
You should be angry only at yourself
Blame your own stupidity for your woes
You were acquitted for heinous crimes
That would've sent an average joe away
For a decade or two, but did you learn
Your lesson? No. Nobody put a gun to your head
And forced you to continue to prey on underage girls
You had the opportunity to redeem yourself
After you got a lucky break you didn't deserve
But you blew it! You thought yourself invincible
Now you got a very rude awakening. Your victims
Will finally get the justice they deserve
Hopefully, you won't get away
With impunity this time
Date written and posted: 03/08/2019
The Team.
Here we are in Gayndah town,
The parks are all filled up.
With Caravans and Motor homes,
‘N’ Backpackers trying their luck.
The pickers are around the trees,
And filling Gaypak bins.
As cold and frosty as you please,
They’re picking Mandarins.
When the fruit arrives at Gaypak,
With the staff all ready and able.
The Mandarins are washed and waxed,
And rolled across the sorting table.
This is what to look for,
Sharon tells them one by one.
The number of bins is thirty four,
It’s an average sort of run.
Black Spot, Splits and Sunburn,
Hail damage and Sooty Mould,
Juice the stuff that’s too deformed,
Or whatever can’t be sold.
Karen’s on the packing floor,
From there she runs the show.
She’s the boss and that’s for sure,
So don’t upset the flow.
Aunty Pat she is there,
As Karens’ Two I C.
She checks that all is run to plan,
Without her where’d they be.
The pattern packers work away,
Under the watchful eye.
Of Sharon ‘n’ Gayle in the day,
And Elaine and Linda at night.
The forklift drivers as we know,
Work with skill and speed.
Up and down, to and fro,
Always they are in need.
At Gaypak they’re a cheerful lot,
They talk and laugh and joke.
Even when it’s bloody hot,
But they are conscientious folk.
When knock-off time comes around.
There’s one who wont be late.
Speedy Gwenda will be found,
To be the first one out the gate.
Afternoon shift takes the reins,
They carry on the work.
Without a break they step right in,
The fruit, they’re here to sort.
We can praise the workers all we want,
And praise the management too.
But nothing works and nothing moves,
Without the maintenance crew .
All in all this is the team,
Of which they can be proud.
That sorts and packs, and sends,
The fruit, all around the world.
september gayle
swept through splitting trees....
decayed hearts exposed
Adam Lambert will come swooping in with Queen.
They will serenade me as I sit on my deck enjoying myself.
A van will pull up and my dog and cat will jump in.
They will be whisked off to Doggie and Kitty Day care.
Returning fully groomed with their vaccines in the evening.
Husband asks if I want any more orange juice or another omelet.
He's brought me homemade donuts, a waffle, and a bacon quiche.
He laid out my clothes for the day and will put the extra ones away later.
I draw a cartoon, write poems, and then get in my limo for my work ride.
Children at my school cheer “Mrs. K! Mrs. K! Mrs. K!" upon my arrival.
Principal announces that I have been named Woman of the Decade.
Tries to cancel classes, but I insist on teaching them because I love to.
The press comes in and takes photos of me. Oprah interviews me.
Gayle was too intimidated to come cause of my awesome reputation.
Limo driver waits while I travel down the avenue greeting many friends.
They tell me about my surprise party and we share many funny stories.
I eat my favorite barbequed chicken at Governor Stump’s Restaurant.
Then I am whisked home where I can slide under my electric blanket.
The perfect day!
PRAYER FOR GAYLE
DEAR LORD OUR HEAVENLY FATHER
I COME BEFORE YOU TODAY,
TO BRING MY SISTER GAYLE LORD
IN A VERY SPECIAL WAY
DEAR LORD YOU KNOW WE LOVE HER
AND WE ARE ASKING THIS FROM YOU,
THAT YOU WILL HEAL BODY LORD
AND GIVE HER COMFORT TO.
DEAR LORD SHE IS A BLESSING TO ALL
AND WE WANTED HER TO KNOW,
HOW MUCH WE CARE ABOUT HER LORD
AND HOW WE LOVE HER SO.
TOUCH HER NOW LORD JESUS WE PRAY
GRANT HER HEALING NOW TODAY,
FOR SHE IS SUCH A FRIEND TO ALL
PRECIOUS FATHER HEAR MY CALL.
WRITTEN BY ANN HART FEB 16TH 2008
FOR MY SWEET ANGEL GAYLE.
FROM AN HOUR WITH YOU.
THINKING OF YOU.GET WELL SOON
COPYRIGHTED
When I dream fills my imagination
my mind knows no bound
what could stop my dreams be true
just dream to find it found
It can be a mansion way up high
even any gift you want to buy
catch a flight to lovely Paris
but to dream of you I cry
Be a singer or a crown
get a ticket to the moon
be a beauty driving men insane
maybe my dream will come along soon
But no matter what I'll dream
hoping and wishing it'll come true
for someday maybe it will
what I believe I will do
To believe and dream of you
makes it all crystal clear
so don't stop dream on
have hope always never to fear
AUTHOR NOTES: Based on my favourite song
When I Dream
Crystal Gayle
Written by Sandy Mason
I could have a mansion that is higher than the trees
I could have all the gifts I want and never ask please
I could fly to Paris, oh, it's at my beck and call
Why do I go through life with nothing at all?
But when I dream, I dream of you
Maybe someday you will come true
I can be the singer or the clown in every room
I can even call someone to take me to the moon
I can put my makeup on and drive the men insane
I can go to bed alone and never know his name
But when I dream, I dream of you
Maybe someday you will come true
But when I dream, I dream of you
Maybe someday you will come true