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Gibson Poems - Poems about Gibson


Premium Member Theres a film to make Mel'
Hi'ya Mel g'day n such.' i tip me Akubra mate; you've achieved so bloody much.! An I'm looking at Hoody; at the legend that he's forged.' Along with 'our Jhonny' They've fought battles right across the board.' Or should That be bored?? Just a nod to the polo's that lil blip.. In me text.' Yet lets drop Those normies.' For whats up...

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Categories: gibson, appreciation, courage, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Most Passengers On This 12-Hour-Flight Are Watching Lethal Weapon
I noticed whilst walking up and down the thing What's going on here I thought I had been given a middle seat In what I consider to be the worst flight I have ever experienced The two passengers either side of me were trolling Ghosting me Two Count Drunkulas in the dark I got up and sat in one of the...

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Categories: gibson, cry, depression,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Emagi Gibson Bayonet
Wilfred Gibson 'BAYONET ' __ ____ ____=================^------- ( _______ _ _ #) (__(...

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Categories: gibson, november, poetry, war,
Form: Shape
Premium Member Clerihew Gibson
Liverpool's John Gibson a mason when said&done Famous for sculptures marble tint so the viewer need not squint...

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Categories: gibson, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
David Gibson
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...

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Categories: gibson, basketball, child, death of
Form: Rhyme



For Althea Gibson
The tennis ball Whacked over the net Is whacked back again Sometimes. It is a tough leather that ball. But this respiratory thing That sucks the air from our lung Teams against the self to win. Now you are whacked Over the line by it, And to the cotton farm of Carolina, And none can...

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Categories: gibson, people,
Form: Verse
The Gibson Stradivarius:
in "Angels & Demons" you wept softly, shimmered your strings in a supine grace, reached warmly over the edge with a tremulous honey vibration rising in crescendo, dripping into shadow, then onto a deceptive cadence; your amber rhythms stirred the inchoate with a chord seared by sweet lament –...

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Categories: gibson, music
Form: Lyric
Dedicated To Ursula T. Gibson
1. You have come into my heart from hot, fine, very-far-away California. You have said many interesting things. You taught me English and Friendship. You are for me an example of courage, kindness, and talent. Part of my heart now is your second home. You do not need visas or tickets to arrive here by the roads of the heart It is enough to think...

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Categories: gibson, friendship, peace, sympathy, me,
Form: Lyric

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