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The relentless rain ravished the old village.
No one dared to leave their warm homes.
Except for one dark-hooded human being
Zigzagging and hiding along paths and roads,
After leaving a bundle on a Convent step
And ringing quickly the nuns' bell.
Low amongst the ebony clouds, thunder rumbled.
Sister Clare immediately saw the bundle,
She heard the child's moan in acute fear.
She gathered the babe and rushed inside.
In her hurry, she left the heavy door ajar.
A lithe girl quickly entered behind the nun.
Sister Clare took the babe into the cosy kitchen.
Took off its wet wrappings and wiped the poor babe.
Then with another dry towel covered the infant.
She hurried to search for clothes and returned.
She stopped at the doorway for there a young girl stood.
“Who are you?” The girl dressed in a white nightgown
Turned and smiled. “I am Gabrielle,” she said.
The babe was fully dressed but rather quiet.
“Dressed her up, and baptised her White Rose.
Now it’s time to take her to the dimly lit chapel.”
Sister Clare and many other nuns followed, wondering.
Who is Gabrielle? Why did the baby make no noise?
Gabrielle and her babe climbed the altar’s stairs slowly.
“Jesus is kind and loves us all. Now White Rose is His.”
A white aura of bright light surrounded the girl and babe.
Harps plucked in the most dulcet way and then all was dark.
Only the dead babe remained, lying in a basket on the altar.
From far away a few bells tolled a happy melody for all to hear.
What is the sound of zion?
Is it furious thunder and the raucous of revolution?
Is it Chimes cascading a symphonic climax?
Perhaps?
But I tell you, the sound of zion, is more than just that!
It is the coo, the giggle, and the mischievous cough of a soul that knows little of anger.
It is the comfort of being between us.
And the joy of our attention,
It is the smile that breaks through my façade of strength, and reveals me as the fearful
father, begging God for her safety.
I tell you, the sound of zion, for me, just for me, God’s whisper, God’s coo, as articulated
through the wondrous vessel of infancy,
It is the knowledge that as I talk of politics and financial collapse,
That all she can see is possibility and amazement,
For it is in her innocence that I know that hope cannot die, and that hate must one day pass
on to Sheol.
I am a man of causes, many causes.
But there is a voice, the voice of zion that beckons to me like no other.
It is the coo of my Gabrielle, messenger from God.
Another new grave next to my son
A mere child with so much life to give
A young woman who’s life had just begun
Robbed by depression of the will to live
A daughter, sister, niece and friend
Now fresh flowers adorn her resting place
An eternal grave her parents must tend
Only memories now for arms to embrace
How is it possible that she didn’t know
Just how much she’d be missed?
How many people with love to bestow
Simply looked and then dismissed?
Drugs, violence, bullying to name a few
Are battles that a child shouldn’t have to fight
Every day should be a world anew
Being filled with love, laughter and delight
You’re in heaven now with no more pain
But there’s many more yet here to save
In all of humanity what’s more to gain
Than children in need of the love they crave
Who’s life will you change tomorrow
And will it be for better and good?
You’d understand my need for love to show
If today you were where I stood
You will be remembered and never alone
For every day I visit this place of peace
Like my child you will become my own
Through that love grief might gradually cease
I will see you tomorrow, Carla Gabrielle Ballesteros.
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 devious
She is hot and she knows it
And she tells me she sleeps like an angel
Angel!!! That you will never be, Gabrielle
The ladies on Wisteria Lane have a name for you
But being a lady, I cannot say it
She knows what she wants and goes for it
No matter who it hurts,
Oh, Gabrielle how can someone so lovely
Be so evil inside
Maybe if we become friends
I can change your attitude, what do you think
Want to come for tea at two
No husband or boyfriend to steal
I am a single girl
Come on, Gabrielle
For once just be a regular person
Wouldn't that be an easier life for you
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May 29, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Oh, Gabrielle
Copyright Protected, ID 16-795-969-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspired by the character, Gabrielle Solis
on Desperate Housewife's, played by Eva Langoria
For the contest, Desperate Housewife's
sponsor, Poet Destroyer
Fourth Place
Foundation.
I took some flowers to the cemetery and saw a man in deep conversation
And wondered what he might be saying?
Love of a lifetime at Lafayette
(A lone voice whispers)
I once ran for a rare taste of true love
Ran like a school boy
As God smiled from high above
And when now I think back
Now that I'm old
Thinking of all
Those times we shared together
Sheltered from the cold
Times
Which heralded such great poetic rhymes
Like the sounds of our baby's small favourite toys
Which danced around and chimed
When found
I'll always remember you
Gabrielle
Dressed in red and blue
In my dreams
While I dream in
The Great-In between
My one and only queen
The most beautiful woman I've ever seen
Who once loved me
For a short while
In my life
The one who showed me kindness and grace within a single look
Whenever I felt strife cut deep
With its sharp knife
And needed Jesus's good luck
I still see your beautiful face
You know
Laying on our bed on my right
Before you disappeared
Like a moth
Into the night
And I'll always love you
Whenever I remember
The one who appeared
To love and console me
Once in November
On the greatest day of my life when we got married
And I finally surrendered
Goodnight my love
My still shining light
Who always keeps me centred
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Are you a follower of trying to be Sagacious?
(A lone voice whispers)
Here's to you
The readers, writers and poets in whatever field
Always remember
Seeking further knowledge is a gift
It's how we all grow in whatever we do
So never yield and constantly look for more ways to lift
Even if it means entering the long hours into a lone graveyard shift
Keep searching like a metaphorical Indiana Jones or Lara Croft
For a treasure to help those who might be drifting in seas
Where hope seems not to exist
And who might just need something to darkness resist
Title:
Self-Knowledge
Do you believe in absorbing the esoteric linked to living
The supernatural impressions linked to just giving
To help clear your own pathways to find ways to deliver poetic prayers
To those struggling with just living
With any mental or traumatic depression's
To then walk down life's many metaphysical runways
Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired
Paul Poiret
If so
Because I believe
In you
Always be optimistic
For true belief
Lies in all you do
To help transform your soul
Into a sage or mystic
Allowing you to chase rare stars and wild Middle Earth dreams
To bind mistakes
To white feathers
To then throw them into Healing Fires
For their old powers over you
To in rising grey smoke
Retire
As you learn
Which new bridges to
Cross
And which old bridges
To burn
For
Sacred Self Knowledge
Is ubiquitous
A chimera
A conjunction of wild beasts
Roaming wild
Living life through
Nine letters
Like a follower of being sagacious
Which to the child of the Revived
Can never be
Denied
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Sagacious:
Having or showing acute mental discernment and keen practical sense; shrewd:
Socrates, that sagacious Greek philosopher, believed that the easiest way to learn was by asking questions.
Synonyms: perspicacious, keen, sharp, acute, judicious, intelligent, clever, discerning, sage, and wise.
REVIVED:
Refreshed, renewed, reborn, energized, resuscitated, recreated, and regenerated.
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any thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Ernesto P. Santiago 370
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• Evelia Roper "Eve" 155
• Evelyn Judy Buehler 237
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• Faraz Ajmal 154
• Florestine "FJ" Thomas 127, 5, 53
• Frances Schiavina 19, 240
• Francesca Pappadogiannis 371
• Franchesca Mia Reves Tortoza 429
• Franci Eugenia Hoffman 376
• Francine Roberts 163, 23, 87
• Francis J Grasso 101, 282, 83
• Fred Jagenberg 284, 393
• Freddie Robinson Jr. 205
• Frederic M Parker 127, 215, 262
• Fritz Purdum 413
• Gabriel Alejandro López 323
• Gabrielle Jordan 168, 169
• Gail Foster 441
• Gail Rickless DeBole 243
• Garrett Gowing 452
• Gary Allen Ritcheson JR. 89, 95
• Gary Bateman 10, 57, 71
12/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 8
Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Ernesto P. Santiago 370
• Estela Canama 263
• Eve Roper 82
• Evelia Roper "Eve" 155
• Evelyn Judy Buehler 237
• Evelyn Pearl Anderson 231
• Faith Aimalohi Idomeh 310
• Faraz Ajmal 154
• Florestine "FJ" Thomas 127, 5, 53
• Frances Schiavina 19, 240
• Francesca Pappadogiannis 371
• Franchesca Mia Reves Tortoza 429
• Franci Eugenia Hoffman 376
• Francine Roberts 163, 23, 87
• Francis J Grasso 101, 282, 83
• Fred Jagenberg 284, 393
• Freddie Robinson Jr. 205
• Frederic M Parker 127, 215, 262
• Fritz Purdum 413
• Gabriel Alejandro López 323
• Gabrielle Jordan 168, 169
• Gail Foster 441
• Gail Rickless DeBole 243
• Garrett Gowing 452
• Gary Allen Ritcheson JR. 89, 95
• Gary Bateman 10, 57, 71
12/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
There’s a farmers market near campus.
A young couple has a pizza oven on a trailer.
They make a breakfast pizza - bacon, mozzarella
some egg and green peppers. It’s SO crispy and delicious.
ALL I had to do this morning was say “breakfast pizza!”
and six of us were ready to head out fifteen minutes later.
Let’s wax poetic, shall we?
There are some young ladies who live in a dorm
sometimes it seems like they only have studies
but once and a while on a Saturday or Sunday
if we have our druthers, we get out, in swarm
and find ourselves some pizza-like brekkie.
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Songs for this:
PIZZA by Oohyo
Le Breakfast Club de Paris by Gabrielle Chiararo
When classes break
we’re on the clock
don’t jam up the hall
don’t stand there and talk
Get out of my way
I have places to go
why the fecking-feck
are people so slow?
I hop down escalators
I fairly run down halls
I get bored in the elevators
I bounce off the walls
I plan ahead
I plot my course
through crowds I thread
it’s almost a sport
Tik tock people
no, not the app
stop acting like sheeple
I need a coffee between classes.
Excuse me,
I don’t mean to whine
but if you’re not at the front of the line
you can run out of time.
Once you can order, there’s no time to play
“Un croque-monsieur et un grand crème, s'il vous plaît”
and it isn’t a moment before you’re on your way.
as I’m sipping my coffee
students full up the line
as I savor my sandwich
some will run out of time
This swarm of students
are supposed to be brilliant
but they’re too cool to hurry
I shrug - c'est la vie
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Songs for this:
Le Breakfast Club de Paris by Gabrielle Chiararo
C'est Si Bon by In-Grid
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breakfast order:
croque-monsieur = a grilled ham & cheese breakfast sandwich
grand creame = a large coffee with heavy cream