For Jan Alison:
Jan, today is your chosen last day here.
Like others, I am devastated, and sad.
Your detractors, of course, need removal.
Scoundrels of the first degree!
Allowed to remain here?
You have chosen a new path to go on,
With that in mind, I send you love and the
very best.
Evil and jealousy are everywhere such
to my chagrin, to give us a test!
Always people in the wings to tear us
down.
You are way too lovely a soul to frown.
Jan, here are some roses and a hug from
me.
Your fellow poet, who cannot hold a
candle to you and your poetry.
Your fellow Andy Gibb fan,
Panagiota Romios
3/31/2019
Categories:
gibb, goodbye, poetess,
Form: Ode
Some moments in life we just
cannot recall,
Like rapid moving waters one sees
in a waterfall.
But meeting Andy, I will
cherish and remember.
His eyes, his smile, far more
than warm and tender.
I can't think of another soul,
so glowing, bright and beautiful.
Oh, how I want so to make a
picture,
Of this singer gone much too
soon!
His demeanor, so gloriously
blissful.
I was blessed enough to touch
his hand, and that
smile indeed, so loving.
I had no intention of giving
him a gift.
But I felt in that time-moment,
I was en route to heaven on
a starry chariot!
With no reason or rhyme,
my visor with sparkling,
Multi colored lights~ I
suddenly gave to Andy!
He was as pleased as punch.
Just before getting into his limo
for lunch,
He turned, smiled and spoke:
"Thank you Mate!.
On the Southern California beaches,
this sure will come in handy".
Today is Andy Gibb's birthday,
Bet you anything he's singing
away with a sparkling visor, on God's
holy moon.
By angels, serving him a large,
sumptuous buffet.
With his brothers, very close beside him.
Humming a tune.
In memory of Andy Gibb
With love from~
Panagiota
3/5/2019
Categories:
gibb, anger, death, inspirational, missing
Form: Rhyme
I think of all those flashing, fleeting images
that many of us see, unheralded and
undesired; I think they are
those "flickerings of presence" poet
Robert Gibb must have also known...
and yet not these alone.
For I remember too, the messages
revealed to me from hands beyond
the grave. I have seen them
with my eyes, saved them for years,
and kept them in my mind and heart
until the day I'll seem to graduate
from earth's dark coil, into the
realms of light.
And there are more just past
the curtain of our pasty consciousness
that shine on us with an intensity
undreamed.
Their presence,
visible and those not yet disclosed
presage a zeal which tantalizes
to be sure, but also sets in stone
awareness and compulsion that
the fabled heaven and earth
are here and now...one doorway,
hearth and home.
~
Categories:
gibb, sometimes,
Form: Free verse
I'm going to karaoke
Purple people eater will be my song choice
and I'm determined to do it
In my best Alvin and the chipmunks voice.
It might not win the competition
but it will be a lot of fun
Isn't that the point of competitions
When we enter one ?
My mates think I'm the double
Of a very young Barry Gibb
They want me to sing something by the Bee Gee's
but for me that would be a fib.
I'm not there to do impressions
However brilliant they may be
I just have to do my very best
and be happy being me.
So i'll go along tonight
With my helium balloon
That will give the voice
To help me sing my tune.
Then I'll congratulate the winner
but if it is a chap
He'd better get the ale in
Or he's going to get a slap.
Categories:
gibb, funny,
Form: Verse
On the horizon
the start of a brand new day,
rest in peace Robin
your smile born out of a tear,
like sunshine after the rain.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
gibb, sad,
Form: Tanka
THIS HURTS
ive been run over by a jeep
ive smashed in the mouth with a bat
had a fractured eyesocket
multiple face fractures
whole left side of my face fractured and swollen
nose cruched, broken, and broken again
BUT THIS HURTS
my heart is breaking
all my life has been on the roads less travelled
i've met hundreds, i dare say thousands of people
only a handful i've called friends, kindred souls
the ones i love
why
why
why do i lose the ones i love
lose them forever
i always lose the ones i realy love
THIS HURT IS TOO PAINFUL
run me over, shoot me, shove me off a cliff
anything
just stop this heart hurt
it's gonna break for good someday
a heart can only break so many times
This poem was inspired by, and is dedicated to Larry Gibb
7/22/51 to 12/13/11
He possessed the National Defense Service Medal as well as the Vietnam Campaign Medal
Also dedicated to my sister Renee Keller deceased 1/24/12
Categories:
gibb, death, heart, heart, me,
Form: Bio