Best Gabriela Poems
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~Nearsighted
(rule of law)
~Farsighted
(rule of lies)
~The "ayes" have it
(hidden agenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(secret addenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(hate crimes)
~The "ayes" have it
(critical times)
~Unmitigated truth
(entombed)
~Undocumented lies
(exhumed)
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~As the world cries
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12/13/2019
Photo "Imposter" by Gabriela Ferreira on flickr
Categories:
gabriela, conflict, corruption, hate, truth,
Form:
Free verse
5. APRIL 1945 (Satis Shroff)
Sie trug einen roten Wintermantel
Und hielt einen Gehstock in der Hand.
Gabriela Klein überquerte den Zebrastreifen,
Neben der neue schwarzen Unibibliothek.
Eine Kompanie von Soldaten im Kampfanzug
Kamen von der anderen Straßenseite.
Ihre Schritte verlangsamten und ihr Körper zitterte.
In ihrem Geist, ist sie im April 1945:
Die Franzosen haben Freiburg in den Besitz genommen.
Die Werwolf Hitlerjugend wollte das Schwabentor sprengen.
Freiburgs tapfere Männer haben’s verhindert.
Wie werden die Franzosen uns behandeln?
Sie hatte damals keine Ahnung,
Daß der Krieg schon vorbei war.
Kein Radio,
Keine Zeitungen.
Ausgangssperre von 19 Uhr bis 7 Uhr.
Obwohl die Deutschen und die Franzosen
Einst Erzfeinde waren,
Benahmen sich die französische Soldaten diszipliniert.
Tagsüber suchten die Leute nach Nahrung.
Die rückkehrenden und verletzten Soldaten
Verursachten die Nahrungsknappheit.
Sie erinnerte sich, daß sie Nachts
Felder durchsuchte um Kartoffeln zu stehlen.
Damals verwalteten die Franzosen die Stadt.
Als die Soldaten vorbei marschieren,
schlägt Gabriela’s Herz wieder normal.
Sie hört auf zu hyperventilieren
Und schafft es auf die andere Straßenseite.
‘Huch!’ nuschelt Gabriela:
‘Ich bin mal wieder am Tagträumen.’
After World War II, Freiburg was in the French occupation zone, and it became part of the new German state of Baden-Württemberg in 1954.
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Categories:
gabriela, age, fear, memory, world
Form:
Free verse
by Michaelw1two
inspired by the word works of Gabriela Markova
like opium,
desire climbing the door;
entering in the keyhole,
today done, and no tomorrow;
the past, reliving those memories,
misery firmly displaced by smiles;
out of my mind, floods my truth,
into this moment’s secret dreams;
like opium,
pleasuring apparitions soothe;
pain, woe, and misery beyond,
profoundly warming my grief;
stabbing there upon my thoughts,
silky blue smoke rising;
waving towards my sighs,
eagerly drawn within my breath;
like opium,
anxiety replaced by emptiness;
illusion’s grandeur, clothes my dreams,
still, to wake up, leaves me desperate;
I know the desolation that awaits me,
the dream of hope that this high ignites;
burning of my life’s truths and lies,
visions gleaned off living’s despair;
like opium,
a line, pulls me towards infinity;
firmly held by the thoughts of each day,
threads woven, time fully entwined;
stubborn and not aware,
meant to complete this inner me;
to replace my empty stare,
with addiction, and shameful screams;
like opium,
this smoke, offers another encounter;
my yearn overcomes my esteem,
chance, overflows it’s efforts;
ever so thin, reeking of sweetness,
the scent, on my lips, pungent;
forever to linger in my memories,
closed thoughts embrace this darkness;
like opium,
me in that intoxicating bloom;
only an illusion, mine to retouch,
each second, I consume that chance;
that each of the Fates offers up to me,
bitterness or life’s savory tastes;
truth’s sweetness or a further lies bald,
or forgetfulness and languor’s lists;
like opium.
June 2013
Categories:
gabriela, character,
Form:
Free verse
DRUMMOND
Oh Drummond,
how were you so straight
being so gauche...
FERNANDO
Oh Fernando,
you were so many people
in one poet!
GABRIELA FLOR DE VIENTO
Oh Gabriela,
I always knew
Mistral was your wind...
FLORBELA FLOWER
O My Lazio flower
you beat sadness
sprouting exquisite poetry!
VINICIUS
Oh singing poet
You were from a tender little poet
a great poet...
PS tribute to Carlos Drumond - Brazil
Fernando Pessoa - Portugal
Gabriela Mistral - Chile
florbela Espanca- Portugal
Vinícius De Moraes - Brazil
Categories:
gabriela, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Light Verse
Ó Poe, why did you
accept this function
of scarecrow !
Ó Thomas, if you
were a singer you would
be superior to Dylan...
Ó Lennon i could never
imagine that the dream
would be over...
Ó Emile you said that
you were nobody. !
But you are somebody
special, you are an admirable
poetess...
I am nobody... my poetry
is lousy...
Ó Frost, reading you
i did not feel cold...
I felt warm in my
heart...
Ó Shakespeare, to be
or not to be !
I simply prefer being
poet as you are...
How i would wish Neruda,
be the postman of your
letters...
Dear Gabriela, i always knew
Mistral were you...!
Ó Pessoa, how could a man
be so many poets in one... !
Categories:
gabriela, allusion, creation, poets, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
G-ruesome
A-ttack
B-rings
R-espiratory
I-llness
E-ndangering
L-ungs
A-s
M-ask
I-ntimidates
S-ore
T-hroat
R-ightfully
A-voiding
L-apses
Topic: Birthday of poetess Gabriela Mistral (April 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
gabriela, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
A-pparent
N-ewness
A-nd
G-low
A-re
B-eacon's
R-adiance
I-n
E-arly
L-ight's
A-ppearance
Topic: Birthday of Ana Gabriela (August 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
gabriela, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
In the rain some people are salt.
Then, dissolving like one they should halt:
That God had okayed Rainfall no fault;
My challenge to delay Destined Vault…
The coldest rains could invite that vault,
One’s exposed head to it obvious fault
Does it matter that one is no salt
What you should stop a go-ahead to halt…
Then, for the living umbrella
No skipping Confined Cinderella,
Nor restricting it to Gabriela
Nor “You can’t have one, Ursula!”
A device for springing it open
Any time you want this to happen
And what you’d see: Dome-Shaped Tarpaulin:
A shade for all folks, not just Pauline…
Umbrella all thunderstorms could ravage
And one could hear Umbrella “Savage!”
At one’s service as a walking stick
With it bad legs can distances lick…
The usually easily misplaced
But not as easily the replaced;
After a pounding rain has held off
And from minds a need for it switched off…
A’s family is A’s Umbrella:
Protect one from germs: Salmonella.
The holes in its tarpaulin stitch up:
Droplets from them could start a hiccup…
Categories:
gabriela, creation, rain, symbolism, water,
Form:
Rhyme
Turning to merge with the happy
herd,
I heard clinking against frosty
glass --
Ladyfingers escaping tiramisu,
Followed by creamy swirls of
Chocolate mousse --
And beckoned to their shelf, I
asked
If they desired of me to have a
word.
A dolce chorus of confections
confessed
How to my hips they wished to
bestow
Love handles destined to be
caressed
Through the streets of the Feast
Of San Gennaro.
(c) 2024 Gabriela
Categories:
gabriela, celebration, food, imagination, new
Form:
Rhyme