Out Of Uniform

Gabrielle McDonald

Poet

NO COMPeTItiON

I love you!
Is so easy to say
Now love
And
The word have gone astray

You love her more than me
To be expected
But your love for me
Should be equal
In another way

You say
You love me
But you don’t see
How alone I am
In this love you have for me

I’m needy!
And you can’t tell
Should I push you away?
Torn between to parallels
I chase a sliding doors moment
Take a peak and see
Should I choose
You and her
Or me?


THE ONLY WAY IS ESSEX!

One day I was at work
And things were
Well Gel

Then a drunk
Lady from Leytonstone
Essex
Made things hell

She looked like
She’d been
On a night
At The Sugar Hut

She was hammered
I tell ya
NO SHUT UP!

I said get a cab
And she refused
She said

The Only Way Is Essex!
And that’s by the TUBE.


A RAGE IN HARLEM

There is a rage in Harlem
Yes there is
Yes there is

In the belly of the city
There is an inferno
As hot as that street car named Desire

The wind moves
And the belly rumbles
The people feed only on the air

Tainted windows
Bare marks of those trying to escape
Scratched as their souls are sucked through the sockets of their eyes
Swallowed by the darkness of Harlem

Harlem is ravished by hunger
So its rage intensifies
Longing for a serving of soul food
That is the renaissance

The renaissance settled all
The belly danced to the rhythm of serenity
Harlem’s true colours
Its picture of life
Were displayed for all to see

There are those that wished to take away what fed the renaissance
Whose eyes burned with contempt
Whose own dish lacked soul
Who would steal from another’s mouth

Thus Harlem became hungry
Its belly inflamed

There is a rage in Harlem
Yes there is
Yes there is

My son
Harlem


FLOWER

Behold the flower
Who was always there
Twined with two colours
By the African sun

Unnoticed
So never picked
But that’s OK
Nothing before its time
My mother would always say

As the roots grew stronger
And all seasons were faired
The flower absorbed all knowledge and strength
Encompassing the voyage ahead

Imagine being nurtured for 400 years
And still be as radiant and serene
Now that’s beauty


THE HURRICANE

And once again
The hurricane
Sweeps through
Undetected
Unexpectedly
Taking away someone else I love

It has already left a hole in my heart
13 years old
Emptiness in my soul
I decide to talk to God

Why?
Why now?

Every time I pick myself up and dust myself down

Gran, Granddad, Dad and now Aunt
Who will sew my clothes for me?
Who will tell me the remedy when I am sick?
Who will collect pictures of the family?

One less person to laugh with

God I am tired

Why don’t you like me?
You can’t like me
Because all you do is hurt me

Where is the joy that comes after pain?
Or am I not deserved?
I do not wish for a test
I am stronger than even I know
That I am sure

I will stand in the eye of the hurricane
You will twirl about me
In disguise

But I know that it is you God
And I hate you
I want you to know
And I will not like you until you like me

 

 

STATE

Let me grasp
Your face
In my hands

Is that you?
Or is the devil at play?

I rub my nose on your nose
Massage your cheeks
With my fingers

I pass my ear
Against your mouth
Yes I feel it
The apogee
Of your breath

Mankind has crumbled
Under nature’s wrath
Washed away
By her indignation
That means nothing
Now you’re here

I knew you would come back to me
I was right to believe in you
You vowed
Never to forsake me
You were true

You smile
And hold out your hand
I gaze into the light

Subitiment
Je comprends
Je suis mort!

(Suddenly
I understand

I am dead!)

 


FIVE MINUTES OF LOVE

Why did you chase me through the poppy field
And in on the orchid field?
Where I ran and laughed

And I nearly let you catch me
Because I could not do both
Where I ran

And the wind side swept my hair
Caressing my face
And the corner of a long strand of hair
Became moist
Because it caught in my mouth

I run my finger tips across the poppies
Petals delicate
Like butterfly’s bodies

I can hear the rhythm of your breathing
As you descend upon me
I will never let you catch me
As much fun as the chase is
A butterfly caught in a jam jar
I am not!

The delicacy of the flowers
The warmth of the sun

The void left by the departure of Neville
In the summer of ‘99
The beauty of your heart
Will not break me
I will not succumb to love

We’ve been running now
For over a year
The seasons
Have come and gone
If I’m not mistaken
We were frozen in winter!

I’m exhausted
My sides hurt from laughing
My heart has softened

You continue the pursuit of me
The prize
To be my Prince Caspian
I should let you catch me
But I’m toying with giving in
Some now say
It is inevitable

And against my wishes
And my better judgement

Subconsciously
Inevitability steers my mind
And like in the movies
The running girl
Always trips and falls

Let us run together
Side by side
In unison
Laughing
With our hands clasped together

Until it all falls apart


THE PASSING OF TIME

The heavens opened
And washed at the tears

Sirens move closer
For at this time
My heart needs rescuing
The body unbalanced

Pain stirs ever closer
Ravishing the path that it takes
I suffer in silence
As those who profess to understand have no idea

Enveloping the pain
Just as Jesus palms adopted the nails
Driven through the bed of his hands

It is inevitable
Increasing with every new success
Pain shall come in greater degrees
The body further unbalances

With the passing of time
The void in my heart becomes more expansive
Never to be filled
Knowledge that only serves
To deepen the pain


Gabrielle's Profile

Profile picture I began writing poetry at nine years old. It was a way for me to express myself generally and personally, and this is what inspires me to write

I showed my first attempts at creating poems to my primary school teacher Ms Beckerleg, who encouraged me to continue writing and brought me the 2nd edition of children’s poetry by Cadbury’s who, sponsored a competition every year to have young people’s poetry published.

As an adult, poetry has also become a way to explore any scenario, situation, person, place etc that may otherwise be unattainable; putting myself right at the heart of it or becoming a voyeur and let it play out before me. I can have tea with Ghandi or climb a sky scrapper.


Gabrielle reads a selection of his poems from the opening night of 'Out of Uniform'

Contact Gabrielle McDonald

Email: the.o_racle@hotmail.co.uk