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Not Anne but Gabrielle

Not Anne, But Gabrielle
by Gabrielle Munslow

If you want me to take you to another time,
take my hand.
Don’t furrow your brow.

Slick with storylines,
my tongue twists
like an adder.

Poetry spills—
some good, some bad,
but always real.

I write of suffering.
I write of death.
I write of want.

No pretty, prophetic prose.
But I can still
slip a ditty off my toes.

I am Anne with

Categories: gabrielle, beauty, encouraging, gender,
Form: Free verse

Gabrielle

I see her in the sunlight as the breeze runs gentle fingers through her hair.
And it is quite a joyful sight to see her smile sneak up unaware.
And I believe I could spend the rest of my life just staring in her eyes.
And it would be my heart's delight for just one minute to see

Categories: gabrielle, love,
Form: Rhyme

Gabrielle

Gabrielle 

Patron saint of death and resurrection.

The revealer, who answered Daniel's questions.

With the strength of God, she came to me,
and quietly snuck out at 4am 

After taking my confession.

Categories: gabrielle, angel, bible, break up,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Oh, Gabrielle

Oh, Gabrielle
Beautiful, funny, sexy, loud
Who cheats on her husband
She has tons of domestic struggles
Secrets and crimes, mysteries to hide
Your a housewife who never does housework
An accent that makes men swoon
Acts dumb but is cunning and cruel
Can be loud and obnoxious
Can tell a good lie . . . 
I love that laugh
Oh, she is beautiful and

Categories: gabrielle, life,
Form: Free verse

Gabrielle Giffords In the Wild West

Hawaii’s coffee is Kona
Mexico’s beer is Corona
But Tucson loves Stock
And now owns a used Glock
For the gun culture of Arizona     

Author's note:  News flash--Glocks are now flying off the shelves in Arizona.

Categories: gabrielle, business
Form: Limerick

Gabrielle

Gabrielle...long ago I fell prey to her predatory spell
like a fallen angel in a bottomless well
twisted tale of love and truth that i've gotta tell

Gabrielle...sweet beauty transforms into a sour beast
from the top of her crown to the bottom of her feet
from the largest to the least
she leaves me weak while she's subtracting my strength
her

Categories: gabrielle, lovelove,
Form: Rhyme