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Best Gail Debole Poems

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An Evening at the Home

Written: March 5, 2012
Updated: March 11, 2012


Listen to nurse's report including the news 
that Joe and Wilma like each other.

Check all rooms and find that Roger is out of his bed
and down on the floor again.
  (Hip not broken yet.)

Answer Wanda's light to calm her justified paranoia 
because she knows that she is somewhere other 
than her home but just can't figure out where that is.

Answer Jeremy's light to help him sip his water 
while he giggles at his favorite T.V. show.

Accept his thanks and feel your heart break again to see a 
45 year old man who can no longer control his limbs be so 
appreciative of such a small act of kindness...big act of kindness.

Check on Jack even though he doesn't turn on his light 
because you hear suspicious noises coming from his room.  

Help Jack to bed after you find him swatting an 
imaginary fly with an imaginary fly swatter.

Try to re-position Emma so that she is comfortable 
even though her limbs are fetal-position frozen.

Kindly lie to yourself about her comfort so that you can 
control your guilt when leaving the room.

Go into Jackie's room when she starts her usual screaming 
that "she doesn't want to be here, and her family hates her 
and that's why she's here."

Kindly lie to her and control your shame because you know that 
what she is saying probably is true.

Answer ex-model Mabel's light and listen to her story about 
how she could have married Groucho Marx, but that she married 
her true-love instead.

Feel a sense of sad pride when Anna proudly explains to you 
how she keeps track of her day by tracking her activities as she 
would have for patients when she was a nurse.

Keep taking care of and giving these people (not patients) 
love every chance that you get.

Gail's notes: Portrait of Joe and Wanda is the sequel to this.  To protect the privacy of those who have lived before us, the names have been fictionalized, and the events semi-fictionalized.

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2012

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A Thankful Turkey

Written by Gail DeBole

When a turkey, who yearly escapes
From his owner's Thanksgiving plate,
Was asked to reveal
Why he's never a meal
He said, "That much of a turkey I ain't!"



Note: Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of each November in the United States.  President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed this as an official holiday in 1863.

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2012

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Gravity

Written by Gail DeBole
Updated July 1, 2016

The Universe's Tape

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2015

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My First Grey Hair

Written by Gail DeBole

I dyed it.
The dye did not take.

So I pulled it out.

Then I climbed to the highest building and shoved it off.
It boomeranged when it hit the ground and came back to me.

Then I tried to bury it so deep within the ground that
I only succeeded in tunneling to the other side of the world.
And it was still with me.

I threw it off into the sunset.
The moon's shine threw it back at me.

I folded it umpteen times and paper clipped it to 
Last week's newspaper for recycling.
It was recycled back to me.

I hung it in a facade of suicide.
It slipped through the noose.

I stamped on it.
Beat at it.
Did everything besides forget about it.
And hated it passionately.

And then one day, it had gone.
Of its own will, not mine.
And I could not find it though I searched high and low.
I surveyed the front of my scalp and back
And stared my victory down into the mirror...

A whole head of grey.

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2012

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Grendel's Supper

Written by Gail DeBole  

Note: Grendel was the monster in the old English Heroic poem titled Beowolf written by an anonymous Anglo-Saxon poet.  John Gardner wrote a related book titled Grendel in the 1970's that told the same story from the monster's point of view.  Soon after reading Grendel, I wrote this poem.


"My God, Grendel!  Are you Godless?
You hold heads that drip with hate-deeds!
All your fury 'voids compassion.
Are you spiritless? Don't eat me!

I see eyeballs in your teeth-sneers.
Faded lips you chew with ease.
You are laughing - yet I've cry-tears.
Here's a toothpick. Now let me be!

I, leathery, bony, meatless;
Old gruff meat that breaks your teeth.
Unferth's ready, willing, fearless.
For you, I'll fetch younger meat.

Backed up now, your breathing eats me.
Close as bricks glued back to back.
Grendel, hear me!  I will save you!
I will give you what you lack!

Name the fortune that you'd like.
I have charts of riches hid.
Under soil, far from man-sight.
I will give you what you bid.

Or think of mothers. You have one.
They're forsaken without sons.
And my mother's just the same.
For her sorrow, you'll take blame!

Grendel!  Grendel!  Let me go!
I am old, but I will fight.
Why, you vile, formless, foe!
I will tell you where"...

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2012

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Sal the Snail's Point of View

Written by Gail DeBole 0n April 30, 2013
Updated by Gail DeBole on March 17, 2015


Transit System
The underside of a gutter guard
Moved for mowing...
Destination - 7 feet away from home.
Sal the snail hitches a ride.

Amusement Park Ride
Clinging to the garage door
As it moves upward.
Clinging to the garage door
As it moves downward.
Sal the snail waits for a second ride.

Dangerous Adventure
Secretly hanging off the boy's pant leg.
Sal ends up in a heap of dirty clothing.
Targeted for the deadly washing machine.
Sal the snail crawls away from a poisonous death.









Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2013

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Monkeying Around

Written by Gail DeBole

The white-handed Gibbon swung high
     but he still was too young to fly
through the air between trees
    'til along came a breeze
which carried him through clear blue sky.

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2012

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Measles

Written by Gail DeBole

Pink polka-dotted skin stretching body-wide.
Bulges interrupting other-wise peaceful areas.
Spots of lotion and cherry-flavored tongue 
Comforting misery.

Across the room, stacked in safety;
Precious dollies that will be played with another day.
With forever smiles.

One last sniffle for the night.
A hankie is tossed into the glass that serves as a hoop.
Nostrils attempt to function, and a sudden cough 
Shocks the precious dollies. 

Their smiles remain.

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2012

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Portrait of My Big Toe

Written in 1997

There once was a toe that was big
and was helpful when dancing a jig.
At times it was stubbed,
and washed in a tub
and, when young, spent some time in a crib.



Note: Part of the Portrait Collection

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2012

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Revolving Resolution

Written by Gail DeBole

Zelma Zotz's new year's contribution
Is to think of a definite solution
   To avoid making a plan
   (which she really can't stand)
For yet another new year's resolution!


Gail's Note:  You can find some historical information about the history of the new year's resolution at http://www.examiner.com/article/history-of-new-year-s-resolutions.

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2012

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