Gladys Poems - Poems about Gladys

old petes mama gladys

Gladys, an old lady, forgot she was ninety-two
Her body cannot do what it could at fifty-two
She climbed the farmer’s fence and dropped down six feet
Broke her hip, elbow and neck, said her son, Old Pete

In the hospital waiting for surgery
Ninety-two! She yelped. Surely that cannot be!
Old Pete stomped off angry, and left her with me.
I

Gladys T Smiths Obituary

Gladys T. Smith was never happy or joyful about anything.
Her life was full of drugs, needles, anger and hate.
All three of her children wrote this obituary for the woman.
The devil, who was our mother.

She was not kind to a neighbor, stranger or pet.
She used the belt when she could, chasing off anyone decent.
We grew up

Gladys the Welcome Wizard Lady is Here

Miss Gladys the Welcome Wizard lady is here
She is full of sass, beyond an insane level of cheer
No one wants to let her in, we try to ignore the bell
She climbs in the front window, demolishing the sill.

Hi we say, faking a smile, pretending to be pleased.
She retains weird enthusiasm, her pitch a little wheezed.
We

A Prayer For Ernesto And Gladys Roman

O Lord of mercy, hear my call
For Ernesto and Gladys, who give their all.
In Christ’s own footsteps, may they tread,
With hearts of kindness, hands outspread.

Grant them compassion, deep and true,
To lift each spirit, to heal, renew.
May empathy bloom like a flower rare,
In their open hearts, a gentle prayer.

Bless their giving, pure and bright,
Their love of

Gladys was Grandfathered in

Gladys has an iconoclastic personality
a beatnik, hippie, nonconformist to the max
her yard does not fit into this posh modern neighborhood
it is colorful with reds, greens, blues, oranges
an assortment of mushrooms, frogs, windmills and such
she has not had to comply to the four approved color schemes
the homeowners association cannot oust her
she was grandfathered in, “as is”
a

glib gladiator in Gladys Gladiolas

Glandular glib gladiator in Glady’s gladiolas?
glazing glassblowers gleaning gabbiness?
glistening, glittery, glitzy glop glimpsing gladiator?
globular glowworm gloriously gleaming in Glady’s gladiolas.

Evil Gladys

Gladys almost always has evil on her mind
Life has not been kind
And she wants to take her grief out on others
When she sneers, you had better run
Because your life will not be any fun.

If you do not believe me, spend some time
In her presence and watch her mine….
All of the joy out of everything you

Ernesto and Gladys

Ernesto and Gladys, guiding light,
Took me in with hearts so bright.
In their warm home, a refuge found,
Love and kindness always abound.

At youth's tender stage, I arrived,
With open arms, they strived to thrive.
Nurtured me, like a blooming tree,
Their care and wisdom set me free.

Through life's twists and turns, they stood,
Guiding, shielding, understood.
Ernesto's laughter, Gladys' grace,
In their

Gladys Sue

here is Gladys Sue
she is a gentlewoman
a terrific friend
her integrity intact
always has your back
unless you double-cross her
then her vampire comes out

Cannot Stop Talking About Gladys

My friend has few friends except me.
I call her twice a week, because of this.
And she is always available.
Her phone line is open.

She stands in the street and yells at speeders.
I have asked her not to, but she gets a kick out of it.
She is perpetually angry; focusing on negatives.
I bought her a book about

Rose Tea With Miss Gladys

Miss Gladys befriended me at church
Invited me to her house for rose tea
Her table was exquisitely set with lace and doilies
Embroidered napkins, and beautiful flowers
She put out the most gorgeous peacock tea cups
I had no idea how to sip between peacock’s head and tail.
Miss Gladys laughed at my consternation 
Brought out her every day cups

She Dropped Gladys On Tuesday

Your cousin Louise is weird the relatives told me. She names things.
Like what things?
She named her iron.
What is its name?
Her name is Gladys.
She said she dropped Gladys on Tuesday and burned her rug.
I thought it was hilarious!
I could not wait to meet her.

Gladys Knits Fast

Gladys knits so fast, that now she has no time to go get a sheep.
She keeps one on her head, it’s faster and easier, and the sheep likes it.
They all like it. They line up daily, bleating at the door, hoping to be picked.
She is knitting a sweater today; I am sticking around to make

Gladys Sue Bea March

Gladys Sue Bea March was a Sticky beak.
Into our lives he would utterly peek.
She would tell everything.
Her mouth would fairly sing.
Thus when we saw her we would barely speak.

She had a clever way of sneaking in,
So quickly standing right next to your chin.
Listening with all her might.
It was not all right.
I think gossiping like this

Gladys

gladys knight
on midnight train to georgia
long way home



posted on June 28, 2018

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