Best Gaby Poems
Way back in the nineteen thirties,
they where mighty hard to beat.
The Hockey team from Alkali Lake,
Who would not accept defeat.
You know there wasn't very many of them ,
so they could not often change their line,
The other teams had about twenty guys,
Alkali just nine.
Mathew Dick , he was the goalie,
Clemine and Johnson played defense,
Sylista was their center,
and man he was intense.
Pat Chelsea and Alfred Sandy ,
Where Sylista's two main wingers
Joe Dan, Gaby Jack and Sqinahan
where back up the second Stringers.
They went by team and wagon,
gone at least three days for every game.
No matter who they played that year,
it ended up the same.
In ragged wore out uniforms,
and old skates with buckskin laced.
They where the Champions of the Cariboo
and whipped every team they faced!
They even went down the coast,
and played against the best.
and lost that series by just one goal,
against the All Stars of the West!
Just nine young Indian Cowboys,
Who came from Alkali,
But boy, they could play hockey,
Put on them skates and Fly.
The New York Rangers, tried to hire Sylista,
But their deal he wouldn't take,
He said "Might be, I already got a job,
I cowboy for Alkali Lake."
NEW YEAR’S EVE DISASTER
Gaby was preening from four after noon,
New Year’s Eve and Vincent was due soon,
Had butterflies all day,
When he came what to say?
She was sassy, bold and in a swoon.
Vincent six foot four, Gaby just five foot,
How to kiss or dance, should be a hoot,
Chose Gaby, she was flattered,
First date, nervous, shattered,
Can mum come, Gaby gave Vincent the boot!
Entering The
" Limerick Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
28th April 2020
It might sound archaic,
or may seem elementary,
but for some, life is not always a
rosy place nor a many splendor thing.
The pursuit of morality is ever noble;
but ignorance is always deplorable.
And religious ignorance is enslaving.
The heart and body test: Did it feel good?
The tongue test: Did it taste good?
The nose test: Did it smell good?
The ear test: Did it sound good?
The eye test: Did it look good?
In other words, for a young teen named Gaby,
if it somehow appealed to, brought joy or
pleasure to any of his five senses, there
was no question about it. It was indeed sin.
For the greater part; for the longest
season of Gaby's teenage years, he lived
according to what he later called, 'The
five senses test' of his Christian life.
In a sense, 'play' for Gaby in the simplest
of childhood fun was a forbidden luxury. i.e.,
to name a few. Sports? No. Theater/television? No.
Table games? No. Pure and innocent childhood fun
was sheer anathema, and 'The play of life' was torn
from Gaby's teenage heart.
Chances are that this narrative does not ring familiar
with most, but the truth is that religious fanaticism in
America was real when Gaby was growing up.
071522PS. *The American College Dictionary. #40: to exercise or employ oneself in diversion, amusement, or recreation.
In my lifetime, there has only been one pet that reached into my heart.
There have been others that came all the way to my head and stopped.
Me thinks that they wanted to go much farther, and I can only imagine how they must have felt being shunned by me in as much as they have feelings
too. Although I did not mean for it to be personal, they had every right to
take it personal. I tell you, I intentionally built a wall of brick and steel
forbidding them to enter my heart for reasons having nothing to do with them.
When I was a kid of 9 or 10, I had a dog name Jack who meant the world to me. Jack as a puppy was a gift from my dad when I was around 6 or 7, and I'd say he took up nearly every inch of my heart. Unfortunately, while still very young, Jack was shot and killed by a farmer simply because Jack was on his land.
We buried Jack under a tree in our front yard, and our entire family mourned
him as a member of the family. Over the years, there have been pets for our kids and grandkids, but I never grew close to any of them. I think that the corridors of my heart went on lockdown when Jack died. There is no scientific proof of it, and it occurred to me some 50 plus years after his demise, but I think that my heart for pets was buried with Jack, because I have not loved another pet since the passing of Jack.
With our finite minds, we have no certainty that all dogs go to heaven, but every emotion in my being would love to think so, and if so, I cannot imagine
the reunion that Jack and I will experience when I get to heaven. But in the
meanwhile, I do not suspect that Jack would have approved of my shutting down and holding back my love for others of his species. So I hope that all
memories of such will be completely extracted when Jack and I get together again. However, I do hope that Jack will remember to call me 'Gaby' because that was my 'nickname' back then.
081120PSCtest, All Pets Go To Heaven, Constance La France. 2P