Dale Poems - Poems about Dale

Our Family Legend Dale

One of the most influential and inspiration people I’ve ever known
Unexpectedly had his life stolen from him at 2:00 a.m as a
Random drunk driver struck him as he sat on a residential street’s curb.

Fated to die before reaching his full potential was
A young man almost finished with law school.
My remarkable red-haired stepbrother Dale was eleven

Like Chip and Dale Sixties Cartoons

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

Dear Dale, So Loved

Dear Dale, so loved were you
that even now, thirty-nine years later,
you live inside the dreams
of your siblings. I suppose this to be true
since I, at least, have had you in my dreams.

Dear Dale, you came to live with me and my sisters
when I was halfway through my childhood.
You with your freckles and reddish hair
and your

Loving Chip and Dale

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

High Noon- Big Dale

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

Dale's Kale

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

My Entertaining Friend Dale

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

Katie O Dale St Paddys Day Plotter

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

There Was a Man Named Dale

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

Valentines Day Love Song

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

Around the World

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

Dale Lives On

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

Dale the Brave

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

Dale Chihuly

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

Florence Dale - Fv

Florence The Goat Lover – FV

She had a wicked laugh, witchlike
Bringing forth Gingerbread House Fright
She lived with goats
They walked through the house gladly
Front door was gone
She wore men’s clothing
Overalls, and she wore a black derby
Her gray hair stuck out in crazy ways

We were terrified of her
Florence, the Goat Lover gave us 
Wild stories about black

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