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Written By: D. Collins 9/23/17
Wait 'til tomorrow when all brothers kick in.
Something that never should've been said by a President.
Does he remember Gayle Sayers and Walter Payton?
People who gave of themselves to save this nation.
The SOB's are coming out based on what he said.
Even white boys know without us the league is dead.
Wait 'til tomorrow, when the SOB's show off.
Kneel down on one knee and show their Patriots.
Tomorrow, around one, the world will see.
Even white boys acting just like me.
Dirty is dirty, and it has no color.
Wait 'til tomorrow, guaranteed, my brother.
I am Sure The Lord is Smiling
In your adversities and traumas;
I am sure the Lord is smiling;
In your healings and your pains, I know
that, the Lord is smiling
Now He's not laughing at you,
He's just happy to see you through;
So don't complain say His name
and say Thank you;
In the midst of your dilemma;
I know that the Lord is smiling
when all your hopes seem gone
and your just barely hanging on
just short of your rope feeling like a dope
just hold on a little longer
that, the Lord is smiling
Now He's not laughing at you,
He's just happy to see you through;
So don't complain say His name
and say Thank you;
cause the Lord is smiling;
I am sure the Lord is smiling :)
DEDICATED TO AND INSPIRED BY: Gayle Rodd
from anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends 2"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
12/03/17
"There isn't much that I have learned through all my foolish years except that life keeps runnin' in cycles..." ~ from Cycles, written by Gayle Caldwell, sung by Frank Sinatra
In the Spring, colorful flowers blossom.
So many hopeful seasons, I recall.
I have lived a life I'd say was awesome,
but all blooms lose color and die in Fall.
Next year, lovely new blossoms will appear.
They'll have their chance to sway in Summer breeze
when their time to spring from the earth is here,
never thinking of the next Winter's freeze.
That's the eternal cycle of living,
If my merry-go-round is almost up,
then I'm filled with the humblest thanksgiving
for whatever love once filled up my cup.
Then, I'll feed the flowers, like men before,
while this ol' world goes on - forevermore.
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!
.... 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
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
THIS MOMENT FOREVER
BY Gayle Vanasse 6/5/2022
Have you ever found that special moment where everything just feels right? Everything feels good! That moment that makes you feel like you just wish to be in this place forever, just feel like this forever.
Today, this morning I feel it. I feel it so clear, clean, beautiful. I just want this moment, these moments….. to last forever.
The cleanness of my body, my breath. The smells of the clean morning air, the sounds of the natural life, the sights of the beautiful surroundings. It’s so now, new, clean, refreshing, RAW. I feel it all enter my body through my nose, through my eyes, through my ears.
The soft breeze of a new day. The sun awaking from its long night. The birds singing glory to the new day. The soft musical notes that give life to this earth fills my heart and soul with the wonderous love, gratitude, and honor to be alive.
Oh how can I make this feeling stay in my heart forever? Not just in this present moment, these moments? Knowing soon something will interrupt this beautiful feeling I am experiencing. I wish everyone could take a moment to feel this peace of love and contentment. This feeling of joy and freedom. To be able to release any pain and anger from their lives and just feel the amazing goodness the world has to offer. To breath it all in, let yourselves explore the true feeling of happiness, love, and the joy of being truly alive.
If only these moments could last oh so much longer
God, give me grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other."
~ one version of the serenity prayer, attributed to Protestant theologian, Reinhold Niebuhr
"Do everything with a mind that lets go. If you let go a little you will have a little peace; if you let go a lot you will have a lot of peace; if you let go completely you will have complete peace."
~ Thai meditation master, Ajan Chah
"Life is like the seasons. After winter comes the spring." ~ from Cycles, written by Gayle Caldwell, sung by Frank Sinatra
Aspirations, joy, wishes, dreams and hope,
jobs, possessions, lovers, spouses, and friends -
they're gone, and I'd like to hang from a rope,
resigned that that's the way the story ends,
but, I'm not sure that I'm meant to retain
the things some say are granted from above.
Though I feel the disappointment and the pain
when, one by one, I lose the things I love,
Today, punishment and reward combine,
the result of the rivers I have crossed,
and I can't escape nature's grand design,
along with age, so many things are lost.
In the throes of heartbreak, pain, or despair,
I recall the serenity prayer.
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.
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
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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