Aimlessly Planting Daffodils

October finds you in its chilly kingdom
Holding court in smoke filled club room;
Antique, cosy friends around
Are hanging on each tory word.
They love to put the universe to rights!
Their targets? Idle, fallen girls
Who breed for homes and youths who lounge for benefits!
What use are pretty babies anyway?
You flip the ash from brown cheroot and holder,
Like a rising claw, salutes an extant power and dignity
As, sipping sherry, bygone Queen lifts tulip bowl.

But, trug in hand and wide brimmed hat,
An Autumn Sunday mist reveals you by the road.
The chosen spot at last!
You penetrate the barren council earth
With sharp edged trowel and plant each bulb
Leaving the idle fallen verge in shame –
Now violated, pregnant and alone.
Its destiny forlorn to bloom each spring
Lifting the hearts of random strangers passing by;
Your tribute to the fallen and the beautiful…
Aimlessly planting daffodils – those feckless flowers-
They breed to fill each waiting hole!

© Lisa Gabriel, March 2014

poems about the sea

The dedication for A Child at the Sea reads “For Gilly on her birthday at Garwick…” Now Gilly was a good friend of mine, a poet herself, and I met her on the Care2 network in 2004 or 2005. Gilly was older than I, but very much in touch with her inner child and that inspired me to write the following poem, A Child at the Sea. It details my own childhood experiences of living near the sea on the South coast of England and was meant to create a magical picture that I hoped Gilly would enjoy. She, at the time, was visiting a mutual friend on the Isle on Man and was enjoying her own childhood memories of Garwick.

My poem was not written for a child except for my own inner child who, to her utmost disgrace, refuses to stop playing.

A Child at the Sea

Somewhere a clock chimes three…
A seagull’s cry,
Like plaintive ghost,
Pierces a slow dawning sky,
And here I lie…
A child suspended,
Caught in that magic hour ‘twixt night and day.
Nor wake, nor sleep,
But race the innocent dreams of freedom…
And in my mind,
So old in one so young,
Down to the pebble beach I fly…
The scent of the breeze,
Seductive,
Fragrance of shellfish, tar, and the salt sea,
Plays havoc with my senses.
The boats lie idle,
Captains roll the deep sleep of sated pleasure,
Dreaming of rum, and ale,
And Siren songs of the night before…
A symphony of shingle;
Waves pulling,
And the rush and roar
Of tide on stone,
Soft water – tunnelling ancient rock –
Moulds, shapes and plays;
Itself a child on some forgotten shore…
As lone crabs stalk,
Anemones flower…
What child of time
Could ever wish for more?

10th May 2005


This is a poem from my collection In Remembrance of Future Present: A Journey through the Art and Heart of Lisa Gabriel, recently released again and in a Goodreads Giveaway. (Details at the end) It was written at a dark time in my life, but is about rising above that through positive thought. I do find these days that so many people have paid lip service to the concept of positivity that it has lost some of its credibility. Being negative about others whilst apparently embracing “positivity” as a set of values is neither positive nor constructive. For me, positivity is a very personal thing, at the time of writing this poem and others it probably made the difference between life and death – it certainly made the difference between sanity and insanity when depression was a very real and close companion.

So, eat, drink and be merry – but above all SING because the singing soul has no room for dark thoughts to multiply. That IS positivity!

In A Quiet Time

I will not write darkly
In this quiet space where time and tide
Seem at standstill…
For me, the Present is a race
To fill the Parting Glass
Before I taste Eternity –
But in this cold time
I live to dream –
Think kindly of me.

I will not write darkly
Of empty, silent days without Truth
For Darkness chains me down…
I would be free!
Pure Love seeks only Light!
I ask no more than this –
The future will be bright
And we will know
No more of pain.

(c) Lisa Marie Gabriel 12th June 2005

Goodreads Book Giveaway

In Remembrance of Future Present by Lisa Marie Gabriel

In Remembrance of Future Present

by Lisa Marie Gabriel

Giveaway ends January 25, 2014.

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In Remembrance Of Future Present

On the sacred touch
Of a Summer breeze,
Fresh
To a heart in Winter slumber,
Flows such warm fragrance…
Sweet Life renewed
In tender caress –
And in this Wave of Love
I gladly swim…

I sing

Through the Heart of darkness;
Dance
In the Stream
Of a thousand lives –
Breathe
The deep mystery of Renewal.
Faith is my rock
And Love?
Passion no longer
My hiding place –
But joy –
This fountain of Light
And Summer laughter…

And shall I taste Of the Promise

Of things to come?
Here,
In this space of simply being?
Tranquillity…
The touch of an Angel’s wing
Unknown to me –
Unknowing –
Folds my soul
In such a fond embrace
And in soft kiss
Reveals

Just Who I am…

Just one of the poems from my collection of the same name which is now available on Amazon and will soon be available elsewhere. There is a Goodreads Giveaway running for this book at the moment

Goodreads Book Giveaway

In Remembrance of Future Present by Lisa Marie Gabriel

In Remembrance of Future Present

by Lisa Marie Gabriel

Giveaway ends January 25, 2014.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to win