Dear brother, killed by a drunken driver senselessly:
A man of intellect and integrity was he.
Loved by many, he was our family’s pride.
Ever in our memories does dear Dale abide.
playful dolphins popped out of lake
frolicking like sixties Chip and Dale cartoons
Bringing a smile to my face
adding a new kind of joy to sundown at the lake
Chip and Dale were favorite cartoons of my sister and me.
With so much ***** and happiness, joyful they could be.
They ran around in chipmunk form and chittered away.
Making our cartoon fest much better every single Saturday.
Chip and Dale played tricks on other cartoon friends.
Their antics were silly and funny; without any mean split ends.
We laughed, tittered and chortled over these two in a funny way.
They were the highlight of our cartoon day, it was each Saturday
A washed-up Bank robber named Big Dale
Tried to rob bank, near county of vale
He didn’t move as quick
Got hit with a stick
Lawman got word, closed fast on his trail
05/03/2022
Contest: High Noon
Sponsor: Joseph May
Something came in the mail so i became pale but it was just a male named dale eating stale kale on sale found on a rail at yale but he failed and his female wearing a veil ran and bailed so he let out a wail and went to drink ale made from scales of a snail’s tail and then he went on a trail and saw some quail next to cattail but it started to hail so he began to flail until he came upon a jail surrounded by shale but he wanted to go to Vail so he decided to sail and spotted a whale then the wind turned gale but since hes very hale he managed to prevail
Why would a monkey be riding a blue whale?
I stare at my imaginative friend, Dale.
I don’t know, I say. Perhaps it was a quail?
He laughs, and flips into my lap his junk mail.
I’m not kidding he says. It is no tale.
As a best friend, he entertains me without fail.
That monkey hopped in a turquoise pail.
One thing about his stories, they are never stale.
There was pink polish on his biggest toenail.
I said “Next time, with you, I shall go sail.”
Then there was the talking parrot, with the robotic tail.
I always love being with my creative friend, Crazy Dale.
St Pattys Day Limerick L. Milton Hankins
Twas in his cups, drinking bitter ale.
His name McGonahill, first name Kale.
Irish girl gave him wink
He sputtered came up pink
A big plotter, Miss Katie O’Dale.
She would make him a respectable sort.
His friend Collum laughed, gave a little snort.
She gave him the eye too
Super good Irish shrew
On Patty’s Day they all three now cavort.
There’s a set of twins that now hang with them.
Names Paddy and Leprechaun Shawn McFinn.
We watch but do not stare
Drink green beer without a care
In McGongill’s Boar Tavern, oh, so grim.
Contest: St Pattys Day Limerick
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Written 2/28/2021
There was a man named Dale who dressed himself in chain mail,
In the absence of fan mail,
Whilst checking for more mail,
To cover his big toe nail,
He stood on a rusty nail,
And got caught in some hail,
When a taxi he failed to hail,
His chain mail leaving a paper trail,
Which the police were able to trail,
Right up to the jail,
And he may still be in that jail,
Not able to get bail,
As everyone knows it is hard to get bail,
When chain mail,
Is too wet to send through the mail.
coaxing elf with green in hair
be my valentine as I lay my heart bare
"the only thing I want is you love me if u can can
I only ask you love me as I am
I'm not looking for perfection
I cant offer you a saint
I offer you I a look inside I give you that trust
I need your strength to guide me
to fight the battles as I must
I need you to remind me of the light we hold within
to not let the darkness win
that there's more to life then hardships
and the things we seek to win.
don't take me out of duty
don't take me out of lust
just take me if I am a man u could be proud to stand beside
I'm offering an open heart I'm offering my hand"
some copywrites goes to heather dale as I used some of her lyrics and added and subtracted words. Thank you heather dale
above sea and dale
I wander the world in a wink –
mighty speed of mind.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT C,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
The year my mother wed his dad,
a red-haired boy would come to be
best role model I ever had.
Dale lives on in my memory.
Each day with Dale was so much fun.
He brought our family such glee,
not just to us - but everyone
Dale lives on in our memory.
Blessed was he with wisdom too -
with vision and integrity.
A brighter star I never knew.
Dale lives on in my memory.
Killed by a drunken driver. Why?
So young and talented was he.
But no, my brother cannot die;
he lives on in our memory!
Dec. 12, 2019
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Memorial of a Loved One Poetry Contest
My life flashed before my eyes as I sat in the driver’s seat
I clung to the wheel for dear life
my face was as white as a sheet
Would this brave man named Dale
live to tell the tale?
Had he written out a will
Drafted Out in great detail ?
I was petrified you see
But he had confidence in me
His fantastic sense of humour
Acted as a diffuser
He calmly talked me through it
With the patience of a saint
How he coped I’ll never know
As Michael Schumacher I ain’t!
He had a scientific brain
And as we drove he would explain
Tell me random facts and stories
As we ventured through welsh lanes
Now I really can’t deny
That one manoeuvre made me cry
But with his tolerance and charm
My frustration he did disarm
When I finally passed my test
His relief was well expressed
He turned my life around
Now freedom I have found
Favourite Teacher or Professor contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
20th October 2019
Dale Patrick Chihuly
His creations sell for mega sponduli
A sculptor whose work is really first class
I adore his flowers made from blown glass
Last week my son went to the exhibition in Kew gardens London and sent me the most spectacular photographs which have introduced me to this amazing artist. We have now booked to go to London to see the exhibition for ourselves and my son has booked us tickets as an early Christmas present
10/7/19
Over High Hill and Through Deep Dale
Over high hill and through deep dale,
Was when they did deliver our mail;
In front camp,
To buy a stamp;
For friend in need did it without fail.
Jim Horn
When you're at the checkout counter
And you hear the beep
It won't be Dale having fun
On Supermarket Sweep
Dale's with the angels now
I hope they like his style
And let him have a trolley
And go wild in the aisle
© Gail Foster 19th April 2018
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