Gary Halsey Sr.
Biography of Gary Halsey Sr.
The author was born in a small town in Indiana, called Frankfort. He was well known as the class clown, and also somehow was christened with the nickname of “Kak”. He was forever talking. If you had, or even seemed like you had the slightest interest in what he was saying, he would talk your ear off. He is one of those characters that you never wanted to make eye contact with, in fear that you would get him talking. Well, he grew up. Needless to say, things didn’t change much; he still loved to “Kak”. The author was, Gary W. Halsey Sr.
He liked to think that he was a “normal” kid, but he wasn’t. His mom had dreams that he would become this famous movie star, (which he didn’t) , but it wasn’t because she didn’t groom him to be one. She had him take tap dance lessons, dance lessons, even Hawaiian dancing. Don Ho would have been proud! ! ! He luckily grew up. He was in the Navy, and served over in Vietnam, did 3 tours of combat, and was very glad to get home. He went to work for Westinghouse Electric, then moved on to IBM. He eventually retired from IBM, and he is again working, but having a ball doing it. He has always loved to write, and poetry, and articles or short stories, which is just some of the many things he liked to do. He has been known to write a couple of songs, and even short stories…..his latest being “Riches To Rags, Rags To Riches” (which he is still working on) .
He is an accomplished husband to a wonderful wife Christine, and has three wonderful children, (whom are not really children anymore) , and four wonderful grandsons. He has been in the movies, and he performed as an actor/singer/stuntman, among other things. Here's hopeing you enjoy his little rantings about humor, and life’s little hiccups. He hope's you enjoy his poems, at least as much as he has enjoyed writing them…..
Gary Halsey Sr.'s Works:
None, however he has actually created one of his own called 'Life's Little Hiccups', it is self published.
Gary Halsey Sr. Poems
Life Is So Precious
Life is so precious, this we all know, Live it wisely, and let yourself glow.
In The Eyes Of The Beholder
Beauty is all around us, can’t you see? God’s sculptured everyone, including you and me.
The River Rats
Vietnam, a cold and dark place, In a cold and heartless conflict, Killing those, who had no face.
As Time Goes By
As I sit here and ponder, why I am here, I know there is purpose, but then I fear, Am I missing something, and will I grow, Why am I here, I really, truly, don't know.
Me, Myself And I
I have written many poems, this is so true, About many things, Inspirational, and humor too.
Love Is Lust, Lust Is Love?
”To Those Who Don't Know the Difference” Interpretation that's the name, Is love lust, or is it the same.
The Sensual Moment
The Sensual Moment, what does that mean? Can you be sensual, And still keep it clean?
To Those That Died On That Fateful Day Where were you, on this fateful day,
When I was young, my imagination was vast, The characters that I played, when I put on a mask.
I look forward to Saturday, that is the night, When I get dressed up, Oh what a sight.
What Condition My Condition Is In
Why do we do, what we do each day? Ever stop to wonder, what makes us this way?
Arizona, Desert Of Death
Not a sound, except for the distant howling of the desert coyote. In the early morning
We all have spirits, to me that’s a fact, to see it is one thing, would you know how to act?
Have you ever wondered, why do shadows appear? Are they an extension of my body, Are they something to fear?
We all have spirits,
to me that’s a fact,
to see it is one thing,
would you know how to act?
What would it look like?
What makes it work?
Could it be a kind spirit?
Would it be a jerk?