Good morning I said to myself as I lazily looked out of my bunker’s door ,
Between the trees I could see The sky was grey -which suited the mood of those who had chosen the path to stay in the city and absorb the interactive smart food and such
I remember the day I thought enough was enough- the current world leader who was in his 143 year had just announced the outlawing of those who held faith with any other but him and his filthy minions of health ,media and technology .
It had been two months since then and several angelic warnings delivered by Gabriel himself of the end times that would ensue - should the technocracy continue to not repent ,
These warnings were written in the sky and came into the hearts of us all - so it’s not like we could’ve ignored them.
Well today was the day -time had run out for the wicked and their foul ways ,
I stubbed my cigarette out closed the bunker door and thought
“in your own time GABE”
Categories:
gabe, angel,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
I am in love with a real babe, Foxy Moxy said to his cousin Line.
Gabe was picturing a sensuous fox with a silver tail fluffy and fine.
You will meet her shortly, Foxy told him. She’s over by that pine.
Line squinted his eyes, but he could see no female fox sublime.
He was confused by Foxy’s declaration, where could she be?
Yonder by the tallest pine, Foxy told him. The fluffiest tree.
Goosy walked up to his cousin and gave him a peck on the cheek.
Line was astounded and gave out a growl and a squeak.
I know we are diverse, Foxy Moxy said to his favorite cousin.
But she has the heart of gold of at least ten women, maybe a dozen.
They married in May, under the pine so sweet, both of them happy.
Line kept his mouths shut, eager to see the face of grandpappy.
Categories:
gabe, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
"The Big Guns"
A woman goes into war
with the matrimony of
Life and Death
a wound left empty
a gash pushing up
daisies where bleeding
seeds don’t bloom no more
So love puts the big guns
in her hands, bullets loaded
from the mind hell bent
on breaking the walls
caught in the sticky web
of that black lettered Perdition
Naked I came
from my mother’s womb
And naked I shall return
what’s given is taken away
the loss irretrievable
opens a new road home
Gangster all the way
On the run
with the Big Guns
Misery be gone
Love’s a racketeering assassin
cutting losses, risking what remains
on a final heist to be won
“Sometimes Losers
are Winners,” She grinned
“You are holding
the Big Gun”
Hands on the wheel
Silver Lady is driving Blue Sky
his head turned, smiling
towards the burning Sun
An alternative beginning
long way to the end.
First,
Some adventure,
First,
Some Fun.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Bang Bang Bang”/Dorothy
https://youtu.be/8Hi7Z8MK9t0
artiste: Gabe Leonard
"Keep Moving"
Categories:
gabe, adventure, fun, romance,
Form: Free verse
At 22, her life still gave mine meaning
This feral kitten born inside a barn
In dark times, she was ever intervening
To bring smiles, she wrestled balls of yarn
When arthritis kept Katy from leaping
I picked her up and knew she’d soon meet fate
But still, she purred as I just sat by weeping
Till one morning, I opened the floodgate
I buried her beneath her favorite oak
A place where she’d spent many hours preening
And sure am I she never misses a stroke
From Angel Gabe whose arm she must be cleaning
*August 15, 2020
For Constance’s “All Pets Go to Heaven” contest
Categories:
gabe, cat, pets,
Form: Rhyme
Grotesque green grandpa and grandma goblins gratifying greasy gravies.
Gregariously greeting grateful guests who are going goat-herding in Greenland.
Glimpsing grievous grandchild who gobbles greasy gravies greedily,
Grandma and Grandpa gives Gabe, their gallivanting grandson a glimpse of
Grotesque germs giggling and gallivanting in grease. Gabe is good-natured
as he gobbles, and gasps at the germy gunky gravy.
Categories:
gabe, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Gabriel - my autistic nephew
speaks few word but has a loving face
He has a place in my heart
I try to talk with hm
Even taught him a few songs
A couple of tiby the Lemon Pipers
and one by Nat King Cole
Let poetry and music guide your days
and thinks of people like Gabe
who enrich our lives
Categories:
gabe, love, music,
Form: Free verse
The Fourth and Last Ride
The shadows of horsemen on leather steeds draw near
With the sounds of gallops in the heavy thick fog
These faceless reins have come to ride you into
an unknown fear
Out in the distance, cries and screams fade away
As there is no noise to hear, but the clashing of souls
to see who wins the fight
Some will go to the tunnel of bright, the others will spend
their lives in an endless dark of night
At this time, six blows by Gabe is the horn that sounds
telling the good to raise
The ones with wings and halos that fly in formation, but
those I chose are like strong horse riffs, and your
last ride with....
'The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse'.
Categories:
gabe, dark, death, deep, evil,
Form: ABC
The card hangs above my pillow.
Two dates; 18 years apart
Crinkled notes in my right hand drawer
Doodled hearts in colored pens
Thumb stained photos in a shoebox
Innocent smiles, nervous hands
Simple memories on paper
I keep those hidden and safe
But his card, it hangs above my pillow.
Two dates; only 18 years apart.
Categories:
gabe, confusion, death, funeral, loss,
Form: Free verse
The perils they continue
As the lightening claimed the sun
"I's gots ta watch tha leader
Un hope her don't decides ta run"
"Gabe youse gits tha boys un tow
Case all hell coulds breaks oot"
Said Samuel as he started for his mount
Rope in hand he crawled aboard his eyes upon the cow
Another danger passed they traveled on
The days were getting shorter as the season changed
The grass was beginning to pale
But the cattle still managed to get their fill
They had just crossed the Platt River
And the ground began to move
Grasshoppers by the millions
As far as they could see.
The ground was totally naked
Not a spear of grass was found
And this was where they planned to camp
It was to late to travel on
Cookie banged the pots and pans
Trying to cook bug free
While the cowboys tried to clear the land
Thus their bedrolls to put down"
The cattle stomped
And pawed the ground
They weren't to anxious
Tonight to bed down
Categories:
gabe, adventure
Form: Verse
Grasshoppers in the food
Grasshoppers in your bed
Grasshoppers in your drawers
Grasshoppers on your head
"Boys we's gonna hast ta push um
Tha weathers helpin too
I ain't got no idera how fer it air
Till we's kin find some food"
"Hey Cookie whar air fer breakfast"
Asked Samuel as he reached for his coffee
"What cha thinks Fried Grasshoppers" answered the old cook
Giving Samuel a dirty look
"Heared youse tells tha boys
We's gonna has ta push um"
"That's right gots ta find some grass perty quick
Jist two more weeks un we's 'll be at tha ranch"
A commotion from the herd
Samuel to turn around
The cowboys were already on horseback
Heading for the sound
"Drat it" said Gabe as he entered the herd
"What are wrong," asked Samuel
As he rode up next to Gabe
"Looks like we's gonna has 'nother mouth ta feed"
The calf safely bedded in the supply wagon
Samuel gave the orders to move out
The cattle didn't need to be urged
They headed out in a huge surge
Categories:
gabe, adventure
Form: Verse
"Ain't got no prairie fire worries,"
Bob says to Little Zeke
"Lessen we gits some whar with grass"
And he kicked his horse in the ribs as they entered the pass
A week later they found grass
The cattle were starting to get weak
Samuel called a hault
And all enjoyed the two day break
Renewed the drovers and cattle stepped out refreshed
Two days later the Platt River again came into view.
The leader she began to balk
Samuel put a rope on her and Gabe gave her a whack
As they reached the other side
Some riders topped a ridge
Everyone threw their hats in the air
And holler "Here we is"
Samuel entered the bunkhouse
And to the window he did strole
He looked at the beautiful land
Bowed his head and said "Amen"
Cile Beer
August 17,2010
Categories:
gabe, adventure
Form: Verse