Gladys Poems - Poems about Gladys

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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gladys knight on midnight train to georgia long way home posted on June 28, 2018...

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Awesome Unique Nice Talented Glorious Loving Adventurer Dedicated Youthful Sentimental Nayda Ivette 12-8-2015...

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