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Por qué caminos del alba
Andas descubriendo el cielo
Ese, prometido a unos
Los que sufrimos, creemos
Y le pedimos a Dios
Ir a bruñir sus luceros

Porqué sendas, asombrada,
Ya vas encontrando el cielo,
Mientras aquí las banderas
Y pueblos, están de duelo.
Porque te fuiste, tan pronto
Precipitando el invierno
Cuando aun, lleno de flores,
Se desgranaba febrero

Yucas y conquistadores
Te irán formando cortejo;
Pizarro barbado y noble
-Bronce, plata, encaje, acero-
Con una ciudad de Torres
Entre sus brazos sin huesos.
Y una muchedumbre oscura
Que va detrás de Atahualpa
Te sigue cantando himnos
En lengua quechua y aymara

Ya estás, Gabriela, en la gloria,
Mitad de princesa incaica,
Mitad de reina española,
Como Isabel, la magnánima.

Ya sé que no has de escribir
A nadie mas en la tierra,
Que oficinas de correo
A la eternidad se veda

¡Pero es tan dulce que sepas
Gabriela, que toda América
Por ti está tan conmovida
Como tu patria chilena...!

El cielo junto al copihue
La orquídea venezolana
Se une a la victoria-regia
Del Brasil, y en la sabana
De Colombia, los gomeros
Detienen su savia trágica.

¡Toda la flora de América
Quiere mirarte la cara!

Asómate entre las nubes
Una tarde arrebolada;
Muéstranos tu frente ancha
De madre tan bien amada,
¡Déjanos poquito a poco,
Del todo no te nos vayas!

Aquí ha quedado tu verso,
Tu palabra estructurada
Con lo mejor del idioma
Y lo mejor de tu alma.
Pero nos falta tu rostro
Con la sonrisa cansada,
Que a todos nos descansaba
Cuando nos daba en los ojos.

Oye, Gabriela, las voces
Desde tu «bosque perfecto»
Damos la señal que diga
Que llega a ti nuestro acento,
Y repasa, tu que tanto
Sobre la tierra anduviste,
¡Reposa y se haga radiante
Su risa aquella, tan triste!

Descubre el cielo y descansa,
Pero, Gabriela ¡no olvides!
Gaby Comprés Jul 2017
my name is gabriela
but most days
i don’t fit in these eight letters
some days
my name is poetry
my name is flower
my name is wild curls
my name is i am so filled with joy
that if i were a cloud it would rain for years
and some days
my name is sadness
my name is hello, love, come find me because i am tired of looking for you
my name is ocean
my name is feelings i have no words for
my name is the songs that make me cry
my name is when do i get a turn
but most days
my name is gaby
my name is the sweetness of these four letters
my name is honey and cinnamon and coffee
my name is gabriela
Allan Pangilinan Oct 2018
Kailan kaya tititigil, hihinto, mawawala?
Ang mga Gabriela na ating nakikilala?
Isang ideya na kay hirap tapusin, kitilin, hawiin,
Nasa looban ay may markang nagdiin.

Nawa’y patuloy nga ating paglakas,
Nang sa susunod ay wala sa isip ang pagtakas,
Bagkus ay kapayapaan at kaliwanagan,
Ang pupuno nang higit sa kaisipan.

Kung malamig lamigin,
Kung mainit mainitan,
Basta sa susunod ay may kumot,
Pamaypay nang mahanganinan.

Magbabago rin pagkat mawawala ang mga Gabriela,
Paglahong walang pasabi ngunit may ganda,
Sa langit natin lahat ay natutuwa,
Nahanap na. Nahanap na.
Trevor Gates Apr 2013
Good evening

And welcome to tonight’s decadent performance

Curtains…

Out there
Some where
Is the one.

The one person that matters
The one person that will make everything different
I can see her now
But you think I’m seeing a specific person with particular physical features.

You’re wrong

I see a white light
A being floating above all else

She is a soul before the human
She is everything before I know what everything is

Her eyes caress me with shear benevolence
Her voice soothes the restless and weary
Her touch calms my frantic heart and all that ails me

Where is this fulfilling wonderment of a person?
Is she at the end of a life journey?
That only I need to take the first step?

Maybe a distant land coated in dunes of sand
Below the ocean of the sky.

Or

In the cozy city apartment
Reading the stories of poetic urban decay
And fantasy encounters.
The corridors of her minds’ catacombs
The labyrinth of her dreams and unspoken desires
Fleeting glimpses of rich suspension
Over vast beds of Baghdad silk.

Hazel ember eyes



Listen

Yes can you hear that?

In our silence, a lone tone can be heard; felt through us.

We are all partnered with an instrument.  
This instrument plays the lone pitch of
Mine would be a number of instruments

A soft bow of a cello

A light note off a piano

The soft, mellow strum of a nylon guitar

The tearful violin

The noble French horn

The dreamy orchestral harp

The rise of a heavenly choir  

The thump of a bass

Ave Maria

Sonata Allegro

Tearful adagio

Glistening swells of rippling arpeggios over transcendent phrases
Eternal crescendos scaling across plains of astral enchantments
Our absolution through forgiving sounds
Eclipsing tones that speak the whispers of angels
They are here
Trying to relieve us of daily anguish and clockwork regrets
But
You
Many of you
Ignore these simple phrases
Through dismal conversations
And
Uncultured prejudice
Manipulated through shallow ignorance
The music that is neglected begins to wilt
Diminish
In more ways than one.

Stop it…

It hurts them
The notes of life
Go away from the norm
Derive from what is socially accepted
Find that one musician
That one composer
That one singer
That no one listens to

No one

Just you

Make their music, your music.
Cater to that personal bond
Imagine the film of your life
Score to this wonderful
Solidarity

Please

This is for you

Not me.

Because I love you.

This is dedicated to:  Gustavo Santaolalla, Geinoh Yamashirogumi, Christopher Nolan, Scarlett Johansen, Rodrigo y Gabriela, Jon Gomm, The Elephant man, Bach, David Lynch,  Lisa Gerrard, Hanz Zimmer, Bob Marley, Trevor Jones, David Cronenberg, William Peter Blatty, Clint Mansell, Chef Ramsey, Vanessa Mae, Nosferatu, Sisters of Mercy, black Coffee, mouse pads, The Diving bell and the butterfly, The catcher and the Rhye, The Last of the Mohicans, Isabel Bayrakdarian, Rene Flemming, Sarah Brightman and Natalie Gray.

May you return if fate allows it to be.
Nigel Morgan Feb 2013
09/09/10 13.26
Just eaten the last of your figs x
End
 
There is just so much to know about the fig.
Andre Gidé, D.H.Lawrence,
Gabriela Mistral
Poets all
Have tried
To decode
Its secret enclosed form.
 
Since nothing escapes
the smell becomes succulence and taste.
A blossom without beauty, yet a fruit of delights...

 
A year ago
When I brought autumn to your table
I tried to explain
The fig’s ****** nature . . .
and failed.
I was too shy
And mumbled something about
Its gynaecological aspect.
 
Now I know you better
And your hand has cupped
My testicles
Can you not
Appreciate the similarity?
The size and shape is
. . .  similar
 
It seems male
This secretive fruit
But when you come to know it better,
You’ll agree with Catullus,
It is female.
 
Oh fig, fruit of female mystery where everything happens  invisible flowering and fertilization,and fruiting in the inwardsness of your you that eye will never see till its finished and you’re over-ripe and you burst to give up your ghost.
 
Yesterday
(After we had eaten figs
From the blue bowl
Bathing in the golden light
Of your September garden)
I felt that ripe and secret cleft
Open to my ***** touch
And kiss and kiss
Kiss and kiss
 
*Touch me: it is softness of good satin, and when you open me, what an unexpected rose! Poets have not known the colour of night, nor the figs of Palestine. We are both the most ancient blue, a passionate blue, richly concentrating itself because of its ardor. I spill my pressed flowers into your hand. I create a deaf meadow for your pleasure. I shower you with the meadow's bouquet until covering your feet.
Sleepy Sigh Dec 2010
Somewhere in a villa
In Barcelona,
There's a Spanish guitar
And a smile that glints in moonlight.

The music is flowing like
Gabriela's flamenco skirt
While she dances and flickers
And scorches the floor.

They're cooking something up
Next door, something full of
Pepper and smelling of spice.
Smoke rises into the sky,
A refugee of fire.

A little boy pads barefoot
By stucco walls and calls
Up for a taste of flame.
(Wishing all the same

That "Flame" was his name -
Or at least his color - like his brothers'.
They are hungry too,
Hungry to spark and burn and shine
And shame the still Silent.)

Somewhere near Barcelona,
A bull bellows and breaks
A rider,
For a while. But

The smoke still rises
(Refugee of fire.)
And climbs higher than clouds can dream,
And glides out and out past stars unseen.

Gabriela's folds still swing
To a speech spoken by stinging strings
(With a smile that gleams at the dark).
eh this one's ok
I'm happy with it, at least
JOJO C PINCA Nov 2017
Kung ang bunga ng isang makata ay tula
humihingi ako ng paumanhin
sapagkat mapakla
at hindi matamis ang sa akin.

Gusto ko sanang saysayin
sa paraang patula
ang buhay mo at dalita
na tulad sa bulaklak
ay nalanta nang ikaw ay dahasin
ng mga puting dayuhan.

Ikaw ang Sisa na nabaliw
sa paghahanap ng iyong Crispin at Basilio,
Babaylan kang hinubaran ng dangal
sa harap ng madla,
subalit ikaw din ang Gabriela
na nag-armas at lumaban.

Inang Bayan ko
na sakbibi lagi ng lumbay
kailan mo kaya makakamtan
ang tunay na kalayaan
na kay tagal mo nang inaasam?

Wala kang maasahan
sa mga anak **** hangal
na parang birhing matimtiman
na laging nakaluhod
sa paanan ng dayuhan;
mga putang walang kahihiyaan
na ibenibenta lagi ang puri mo't dangal.
Laura Medrano Oct 2014
The little GEM who brightens my days in so many ways.
She is determined, strong , outspoken.
Her endearing traits to be her own
Makes it hard to believe she is grown

I wish I could have given her more as much as she has given me.
What are these things you ask....
She gave me good memories and completed our family. Nobody else but her could
Show me life is good even when it is hard
She can always make me laugh

Apart from her I live now
I dont know how
I always think about her
And miss her everyday

I just have to to tell her I love her and
Seeing her makes my life complete because
She is forever my little girl.

Gabriela
Erin
Medrano
Little Giant Apr 2016
Let your mind aerate from the pollution of the world,
& let it soak into the clean waters I’ve prepared your soul.
I wish I could grow old,
Knowing I have you to hold and together we can mold and age with each other as thresholds.
I don’t mean to be bold, but if I get cold, can you promise that your heart is the opposite?
Can you promise me that age will not turn that thing into ice, & that it will be suffice, for me?
I am the woman, whose heart menstruates for a love that does not exist.
A queen who birthed all the things you loved when we were young,
***, love and ecstasy, is all you wanted really.
You were never one to return the favor,
& so I sit here, pondering still, that if I get cold, will your heart be the opposite?
Will those vows you proclaimed at our American wedding, while staring into my tender eyes,
As they pierced into your nonexistent soul, still prove true in our older years?
I can only question the future because I probably won’t make it there.
& if so, will you look for another *** of gold in a woman inferior to me?
--Gabriela Collie
Max Neumann Nov 2019
dear mr. president do
you know

timothy & bao
ikram & erhard
puja & timon
folami & leonardo

shannon & kavi
kenzō & shaquille
meklit & aleksej
gabriela & hugo?

they all work hard to
make a living

honor diversity america
has been a great team
hasn't it?
Ana Dec 2014
Then you surprised me, you brought a little kiss before dawn, almost took my sleep, and easily pulls me silly smiles, it is. you are destroying me.
I'm trying to say, but I need to understand before presenting my position in this game, ta increasingly difficult to master the scoring, maybe it's time to fly, and leave an unfinished game released in the air.
-Anita Gabriela
David Zavala Nov 2018
Reed College at 5am,
Women, are you angelic?
I think so too.

"Everywhere leave Philadelphia,
   My computer doesn't work,
       At 5am I woke up and realized,
           I'm using someone else's voice, keep me out of trouble,
  Everyone had the same dream, you see? This place is awkward, no one to walk with today, football fields are women news reporters, on the news, keep me awake, quiet."
Toujo Mar 2021
Passionate lips, long black curls, and a smile that cracked my heart. I knew I could love you forever right from the start.
From heart ache and pain, to smiles and laughter. It was your heart and soul that I knew I'd be after.
I could never say goodbye to you no matter how hard I would try, because each time we part I feel that I could cry.
You are my peach, my shining moon and even more.
I see my life with you but can't see what it will be clear. Ill love you forever my beloved dear
Gabriela </3
It wasnt ment to be...

— The End —