Best Gib Poems
Schönheit hat ihre Krallen in mein Fleisch gesetzt,
Schmerz, den ich nicht glauben wollte.
Denn ich wusste nichts von deinen Mühen;
wie verloren du bist in deinem Bild.
In deiner Hand war Komfort eingraviert,
wie süchtig du die Schwachen machst.
Zu lieben heißt zu versuchen,
doch meine Augen belügen die Seele in mir.
Schönheit, gib mir etwas,
etwas das mein Glaube nicht bereuen wird.
Doch was ich da verlange,
macht dich nur stumm, da du mir nichts geben kannst.
Deine Schwächen sind meine Sucht;
wie sehr ich dich wollte, da du es sehen konntest.
Ich zahlte mit Sünden den Sold für dich;
dich zu berühren war wie ein Versuch, dem allen nicht zu widerstehen.
Du bist so leblos deshalb brauche ich dich.
Du bist so unwichtig deshalb will ich dich.
Fuzzily Wuzzily
Benjamin Gib-a-ney
Grew him a beard which was
Coming in fine.
Then he found out he had
Pogonophobia.
He can shave his, but he'd
Best not touch mine.
The sails snapped in the wind as the yacht changed tack
soon to refill as the yacht skimmed over the sea racing onwards
riding the large waves with adapt aplume slicing them apart.
Dolphins playfully following as they leapt for pure joy
spinning several times before diving down deep.
Ganging up on a lurking shark they soon send it away.
The screech of pulleys as we prepare to tack once more
as the boom crashes past to be brought up sharp
when it takes all of the free lines and sails puff up.
The ocean is sparkling in the sunlight with white crested waves
as we round the headland and now can sail with the wind
the yacht leaning far over as her gib sail speeds her on.
Now it is time to add more canvas as we flash by
the winning line now in sight and with a great cheer
from the yacht club Casaroba crosses the line in first.
We pick de cotton,
yah gib us mo' seeds
We plant de wheat and corn,
yah gat us pluckin' up mo' weeds
We gather all de fruit,
yah ke'p it all from us
We boil de dry roots,
yah eat de fresh bulbs
We git de guts, tongue and feet,
yah git de best choice cut meat
We only git to have
what yah th'ow 'way
We only be free,
on de good burial day
A tribute to Frederick Douglas,
a homage to his poem, "We Raise de Wheat"
from "My Bondage, My Freedom" 1853
David Gibson is who we know;
But your friends, colleagues call you "PRO."
I knew you as an humble child,
You are going to be missed for a long, long while.
You were firm & tall,
You played that ball.
Your number "8" that's new beginnings,
Now you are on a team that is always winning.
"GIB" or "PRO," you have game,
Yet now you are resting in Jesus name.
We thank God for your time spent with us here,
And in our hearts you will always be near
With Love
Ms. Daisy
"The Lunch Lady"
David Gibson at this time was a senior at FAMU. I am not sure where he received his scholarship but he was going to check out a school in Atlanta, GA when there was an accident and his life was cut short. He is missed so much.
I rebmemer when I was a cute, little dik
underneath my steehsdeb I would slip.
retfA finishing one fo Dad’s chocolate stressed -
ymmoM would daer me The Three elttiL sgiP.
As I nageb to worg into a fine, erutam nam
I wenk I was different morf other fellas -
Didn’t want to daer Ayn Rand’s - The deahFountain
I was totally derutparne by Keats and yellehS.
And when it emac to a laugh-aloud eritas -
my admired rotnem was Sir Odgen hsaN.
For erom deeper prose I’d inhale the segap
fo words penned by Plath and notxeS Anne.
Edward eeblA is my etirovaf playwright -
I am in total ewa fo his powerful sdrow
and I truly leef his most gninnuts masterpiece
is “Who’s Afraid fo Virginia flooW?"
I have gib dreams fo being famous eno yad -
like a Eugene Neill’O or na Arthur relliM.
But in redro for one ot rehpiced my writings
they’ll have ot hold it ni front fo their rorrim.
Rhyme
is not
the be-all
and the end-all –
the cadence supersedes, mellifluous.
Counting syllables, as superfluous
as the vowels
contained in
the word
queue.
Sounds
in chants
we danced to
before writing –
morae have primacy over meaning.
Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning.
And forced rhymes jar:
him and dim
do not
rhyme!
Rules
are made
to askew
and be broken:
double dactyl*:- flib-ber-ti-gib-bet-ing
Defending contests fiercely --- gibbeting.
Breaking your head
to conform
to design,
rhyme.
Puns,
blasé
efforts, but
double entendres,
sexual innuendo in your face.
As some scribbling can at times be quite base,
persecution
should never
stymie
flow.
*a double dactyl: /**|/**
flibbertigibbet: (n) a frivolous, flighty, or excessively talkative person.
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FUN FACT
Euclid of Alexandria (Mid-4th century BC—Mid-3rd century BC), the great Classical mathematician, believed that the numbers 1, 2, 3 & 4 must have some mystical significance because their sum total is 10—ten was thought to be a number of power. He called this relationship a tetractys.
Ray Stebbing based his poetic form, Tetractys, on this. No spaces between each stanza and the poem is presented in line with the left-hand margin (or it might be centred) - either way, it would visually give the design of a triangle.
(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre
mud Donna Brownian
bow will Movement)
processing) ranks as
the moost unpleasant –
basic bodily condition,
(hence disqualifying this former
anorexic tib bee ya
bulimic), which nauseous repulsion
to stomach tomb muss elf
(yea - pertaining to
yours truly: Ma
Thee You Scott) a tinny
brass, heartless, and
dis straw hit cow
word lee lion
dew wing ever re:
thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO
gluten, lactose (i.e.
dairy substitute), and
monosodiumglutimate free,
wand door full
wizard ding once fore mid
able superman, (and now fee
bull powerless reign jars
ipso fact-so) dee
did immediately whee
kin n ding excess see
ville lee more, dee
pull lore rib hill
den das bloviation
spattering, Obi
Wan Kenobi, Casanova,
(Don Quixote) key
ping figurative lid, prithee
a boot mine gag reflex
within very limited nee
zero printed edition on reek
quest not to
publish very disagree
hubble reader's un
digest tib bill
(authored by this atheistic
secular humanist gib
brush gabbling, (sans
reincarnated doubting Thomas pre
lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree
ming cowabunga herbivorous
droning baby bee
nix nox zippity doo dada
lix lox nicks nox hip pea.
Breaking News
David J Walker
Fliberty flimm flamm
Giberty gib
Skiberty skib scab
Floperty flib
Zippity do dah
Pigerty pigg
Rigerty wash rag
Oily rig
And that’s why
You will die
Unless you
Giberty jig
More as details become available
Ghostly giblets granting grinning gibbons grapefruit. But grapes were busy running down the road. Away they shouted away away. And at great speed they went down the roads. Escaping the giblets who cried out in anger at the escapees. The gibbons would not be grinning if they had no grapes for breakfast. And breakfast brought baboons as well so the mighty bar and grill of gib gob gib would be packed. The chefs speciality of freshly peeled grape salad and milkshake would be off the menu if the grapes were not apprehended. So they sent the strawberry cars to catch them. One by one the strawberry cars caught the grapes in little nets that were slid out of the wing mirrors using a remote control. Ha here they were. The giblets would be very very pleased. They returned to the gib gob gib and placed the shivering quivering grapes down in front of the giblets. One by one they were peeled and thrust with the leaves. The breakfast was a huge success. And caught the attentions of the gorillas who said they would try it the next day. As it was so it was and will is not wilting waving wavering nor waves either. Breakfasts bringing brilliant bakery. And a large oo oo a a from all the consumers. Haha xxxxx representationally z z z z
Form:
If only I had a computer
As opposed to this here phone
I have and currently still possess
to write and post upon this site
Which only provides me with a
certain amount of limited functionality
Then I would then at least be
enabled to thus provide you a
picture of myself
And what both I and my actual real
face look like in the flesh
Upon which you then could base
to judge me on the cover of my book
of virtual poems
And put a face as well as to my name
and see or judge for yourself does it
match or does it fit
What at 1st you had at or did have
in your own mind
And whether or not the cut of my gib
and outwardly appearance
Leaves you either pleasantly surprised
Or otherwise leaves you wishing you
rather I hadn't or you had
As it's left you sadly not wanting to
but having and being unable to do
anything else but view me as a
turn off
But sadly so much like my writing
is like the big reveal
I only possess have and was born
with 1 face and this is it
Just like I only have 1 way of also
both writing and thinking
And this is it
Facebook is changing !
Now that we have been caught
Let the fight back begin
With us playing the leading part
Such a shame they were not so innocent from the start
Defended by Plausible Deniabilty
In order to restore Credibility
Set the wheels of spin into action
Put the P.R Department on Overtime
And get me the the best Spin Doctors money can pay for
To dig us out of this Unholy mess
And make our Share price rise again
Blame and Fire any Man or Women for that matter
That does not matter throw them to the Wolves
And make sure they admit full responsibility therefore
I don't care what the cost
As long as the final outcome
See's Facebook come out as the Victor
Or otherwise all of our job's could be on the line
And I don't have to tell you
The kind of harm this Scandal will do
If in fact we have a future at all
Make the relevant phone calls
Reach out to any desperado
Or deviant wishing to make a name for themselves
Who doesn't have any scruples or morals
Let us not rest upon our Laurels
Put aside any personal quarells
And get this job done
Before our race is run
There is a place at my side that awaits
Anyone who can stem the flood gates
And a whole lot more besides
A top floor office
Benefits and Perks
The full works
Secrararies and office clerks
And a worth while drinking cup of coffee
And your very own personal tailor
Who cuts you your very own bespoke suit
To match the cut of your Gib
That will hide what you Did
My train wreck Gabby
was a gem indeed
A giant Newfoundland
a stubborn breed
Loving and gentle
all 180 pounds
She was a mighty hunter
and she protected our grounds
For fourteen years
I loved her dear
Even when she ate my dinner
and drank my beer
I miss that dog
three past eleven
She is now with my Mom
upstairs in heaven
August 7, 2020
All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
My Aunt in California, she called to tell me good morning.
Her name is Tu, it's true and she's a gem of an Auntie too.
From Vietnam she came, in the year past my mother's flame.
With her eyes she looked at me, in her smile, my mother I see.
Her voice a reminder to me, that my family is near.
Dear to my heart while far apart, her words wash away my fear.
A charm of broken accent, her words are heaven sent.
"You smaaa and much to gib, big heaaar and li to lib"
You're smart she says, with much to give, a big heart you have.
There's life to live! A charm of broken accent, her words so pure
when sent.
Deciphering is what I did, through my life the words they gave.
Through the times of love and pain, charm of the broken...
whisper my name.
"I go to America schoo, wor tree job to do"
"I come here at forty fi, go to schoo when I forty.Ni"
"I cry, becau no one know my nam"
I love my Auntie True. Her name my friend, is Tu.
She came at 45, went to med school at 49,
learning English at the same time.
Now as I sit in rhyme...
I find courage in broken chimes.