"gibbs" poems - Hello Poetry

She said she would be willing to get a matching tattoo with me. A flower permanently imprinted on our skin. She likes orchids, I like lilies. And even after moving away she understands my addictions; growing old, the rain, Team Gibbs, bats, my love for pistachios and maybe even my need to come back home. As much as I love Ohio, it’s nice to go home every once and awhile. Saving up for my tattoo is not easy when I keep spending my money on M&M;’s and pistachios, especially when my mother isn’t there to pinch my skin and tell me to put my wallet away. She’s not old— but I certainly feel like I am when she says she’s moving away from me. I toss and turn and move in my sleep thinking about how home will never be the same without her. The cats are getting old; their time is coming. Maybe we should get a tattoo of them instead of flowers—light and dark brown skin warm and cuddled together, munching on pistachios. I remember when I first became addicted to pistachios. It was a church Christmas party and the wine was moving closer to my hands. Mom said I could, as I felt the buzz of my skin react to my fourth glass. She shook her head and drove me home laughing at my sneaky attempts to act sober. A tattoo was out of the question; what would I think when I got old? Our relationship now has changed, intimate friends never too old to dance or talk about our *** lives, throwing pistachios at each other or plan out our future tattoos. I am going to miss her, and she me, as she moves on with her dreams, starting over, building a new home In a place we’ve never known, but always in the same skin that I have loved my whole life. A soft, toasted skin that has been passed down to me for my days of old. Born, nurtured, taught and loved in my mother’s home; home-cooked meals that surpass the freshest of pistachios so I would one day learn how to cook. No matter where she moves, my mother will remain deep in my heart, my skin—like a tattoo. She gave me my skin and approved of my tattoo, provided me with a home complete with pistachios and an old promise: her heart is unmoving.

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Feb 28, 2011

Feb 28, 2011 at 8:03 AM UTC

nicole-lourette

Orchids and Lilies

She said she would be willing to get a matching tattoo with me. A flower permanently imprinted on our skin. She likes orchids, I like lilies. And even after moving away she understands my addictions; growing old, the rain, Team Gibbs, bats, my love for pistachios and maybe even my need to come back home. As much as I love Ohio, it’s nice to go home every once and awhile. Saving up for my tattoo is not easy when I keep spending my money on M&M;’s and pistachios, especially when my mother isn’t there to pinch my skin and tell me to put my wallet away. She’s not old— but I certainly feel like I am when she says she’s moving away from me. I toss and turn and move in my sleep thinking about how home will never be the same without her. The cats are getting old; their time is coming. Maybe we should get a tattoo of them instead of flowers—light and dark brown skin warm and cuddled together, munching on pistachios. I remember when I first became addicted to pistachios. It was a church Christmas party and the wine was moving closer to my hands. Mom said I could, as I felt the buzz of my skin react to my fourth glass. She shook her head and drove me home laughing at my sneaky attempts to act sober. A tattoo was out of the question; what would I think when I got old? Our relationship now has changed, intimate friends never too old to dance or talk about our *** lives, throwing pistachios at each other or plan out our future tattoos. I am going to miss her, and she me, as she moves on with her dreams, starting over, building a new home In a place we’ve never known, but always in the same skin that I have loved my whole life. A soft, toasted skin that has been passed down to me for my days of old. Born, nurtured, taught and loved in my mother’s home; home-cooked meals that surpass the freshest of pistachios so I would one day learn how to cook. No matter where she moves, my mother will remain deep in my heart, my skin—like a tattoo. She gave me my skin and approved of my tattoo, provided me with a home complete with pistachios and an old promise: her heart is unmoving.

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Stunning vistas of sapphire blue are broken only by the thin line of the horizon. Mountainous clouds settle over ones vision and create a contrasting feeling: The freedom of the air is replaced by the strength and solitude of being alone in the sky.

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Jan 18, 2015

Jan 18, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC

stephen-purcell

Day Four: Gibbs Hill

Stunning vistas of sapphire blue are broken only by the thin line of the horizon. Mountainous clouds settle over ones vision and create a contrasting feeling: The freedom of the air is replaced by the strength and solitude of being alone in the sky.

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It was past 10 pm Indian Standard Time And the score was Two O Five Klusener was the launcher Donald was the Duck Hansie had the fancy That he will lift the cup Seconds ticking One, two, three, four, five… Damien Fleming’s the bowler And he’s known as a troller Windies was the victim Eight years ago Steve Waugh! The man who made Gibbs drop the cup Stood there Like a commander Klusener like a slaughterer Yorker’s the marker To stop the nine runs needed From the Klusener blade NOW THE LAST OVER ONE went for a four TWO went for a four Tensions flared up We are on the proverbial Edge-of-the-seat Steve stood there No expression on his face Hansie's in the pavilion Like a warrior king THE THIRD BALL Damien's running like he do Yes, bang on target Klusener's couldn't get it off Like the way in his earlier knocks off One run needed in three Just a recap again Final over last pair together nine to get in six ***** player of the tournament on strike Successive fours from Lance Klusener and it was one from four ***** Then came the comedy for South Africa uniquely in the game's annals the tragedy of a tie. Moments before it Steve Waugh was As cold as an Iceberg To the Titanic of South Africa (To be continued in next part)

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC

gitacharya-vedala-1

Epic Waughage - I (Collaboration with the peerless Elizabeth Squires)

It was past 10 pm Indian Standard Time And the score was Two O Five Klusener was the launcher Donald was the Duck Hansie had the fancy That he will lift the cup Seconds ticking One, two, three, four, five… Damien Fleming’s the bowler And he’s known as a troller Windies was the victim Eight years ago Steve Waugh! The man who made Gibbs drop the cup Stood there Like a commander Klusener like a slaughterer Yorker’s the marker To stop the nine runs needed From the Klusener blade NOW THE LAST OVER ONE went for a four TWO went for a four Tensions flared up We are on the proverbial Edge-of-the-seat Steve stood there No expression on his face Hansie's in the pavilion Like a warrior king THE THIRD BALL Damien's running like he do Yes, bang on target Klusener's couldn't get it off Like the way in his earlier knocks off One run needed in three Just a recap again Final over last pair together nine to get in six ***** player of the tournament on strike Successive fours from Lance Klusener and it was one from four ***** Then came the comedy for South Africa uniquely in the game's annals the tragedy of a tie. Moments before it Steve Waugh was As cold as an Iceberg To the Titanic of South Africa (To be continued in next part)

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Edit I will not ring the bell! by Meghan RakChazak Gibbs on Wednesday, 17 August 2011 at 12:10 · It's not to late, I will not ring the bell! God, I give you my all, I will not ring the bell! I have not given into temptation, I will not ring the bell! Teaching has fallen on deaf ears, I will not ring the bell! My God has not forsaken me, I will not ring the bell! The Lord has given me strength, I will not ring the bell! Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not ring the bell! Though the cords of death entangle me, I will not ring the bell! Though the anguish of the grave came upon me, I will not ring the bell! In the time to die and to weep, I will not ring the bell! When I feel alone, lost and confused, I will not ring the bell! I will not ring the bell! I WILL NOT RING THE BELL!!!!!!

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Jun 15, 2012

Jun 15, 2012 at 1:17 PM UTC

meghan-gibbs

I Will Not Ring The Bell

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She can’t communicate Her mother never taught her how Or how to open up How to actively be the person she is So she talks and laughs Giggles and cries Although tears never quite seem to come… At least not when someone, anyone else is there To see Or help or comfort Or even just empathize Those stopped back in the fourth grade Back when boys had cooties And you weren’t invited to birthday parties Because the other girls thought you were a witch Or smelly Back in the fourth grade When little Amber Gibbs became the most popular girl in school And took her best friend away And told Andrew Moretz all about her crush on him And he never would talk to her after that That’s when she stopped crying in front of people Or at least people who mattered Tear are a sign of weakness And everyone knows in middle school If you see weakness in someone Then exploit it Cause if everyone’s laughing at them They’re not laughing at you And that’s what matters So she learned The hard way, but she learned That others are mean Not even moms can be counted on And her diary That book of blank paper Just inviting, ready to listen Became her best, and then her only friend Her diary was the only one who listened Sometimes she made believe It was her older brother Still born before her To whom she wrote Make believing he actually cared About the wants and petty problems Of a 14 year old girl With her head in the clouds But her heart in a lock box.

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May 14, 2011

May 14, 2011 at 10:41 PM UTC

sierra-r

Self-Portrait

She can’t communicate Her mother never taught her how Or how to open up How to actively be the person she is So she talks and laughs Giggles and cries Although tears never quite seem to come… At least not when someone, anyone else is there To see Or help or comfort Or even just empathize Those stopped back in the fourth grade Back when boys had cooties And you weren’t invited to birthday parties Because the other girls thought you were a witch Or smelly Back in the fourth grade When little Amber Gibbs became the most popular girl in school And took her best friend away And told Andrew Moretz all about her crush on him And he never would talk to her after that That’s when she stopped crying in front of people Or at least people who mattered Tear are a sign of weakness And everyone knows in middle school If you see weakness in someone Then exploit it Cause if everyone’s laughing at them They’re not laughing at you And that’s what matters So she learned The hard way, but she learned That others are mean Not even moms can be counted on And her diary That book of blank paper Just inviting, ready to listen Became her best, and then her only friend Her diary was the only one who listened Sometimes she made believe It was her older brother Still born before her To whom she wrote Make believing he actually cared About the wants and petty problems Of a 14 year old girl With her head in the clouds But her heart in a lock box.

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The rain has stopped falling, and the sun no longer shines. Can broken hearts truly be mended? perhaps, on the other side. The joke bears the retelling. You didn't cry alone. Your suffering is ended. In song you still go on. May the loser finally win May your sorrows be redressed. May broken hearts be rendered whole May your tears be dried at last. ( Robin Gibbs, RIP)

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May 21, 2012

May 21, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

A Robin Fell

The rain has stopped falling, and the sun no longer shines. Can broken hearts truly be mended? perhaps, on the other side. The joke bears the retelling. You didn't cry alone. Your suffering is ended. In song you still go on. May the loser finally win May your sorrows be redressed. May broken hearts be rendered whole May your tears be dried at last. ( Robin Gibbs, RIP)

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my kids sometimes ask me about my life rule book like i’m Gibbs everything can be solved by some witty yet insightful quip followed by a loving slap upside the back of the head my life rules are more like a bitch-slap to the face i don’t pull punches anymore my fists don’t remember feathers but force needless to say the version i share with my kids is bubble-wrapped by the desire to protect so i spill saccharine-seasoned words with only a bit of acid because truth is still truth this world is not a safe place for placating anymore i won’t insult by even trying rule #24: boys will break your body girls will break your heart ro-sham-bo paper covers rock rock crushes scissors scissors cut paper some things just are

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Jul 31, 2018

Jul 31, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC

rayvenrae24

life rule #24

my kids sometimes ask me about my life rule book like i’m Gibbs everything can be solved by some witty yet insightful quip followed by a loving slap upside the back of the head my life rules are more like a bitch-slap to the face i don’t pull punches anymore my fists don’t remember feathers but force needless to say the version i share with my kids is bubble-wrapped by the desire to protect so i spill saccharine-seasoned words with only a bit of acid because truth is still truth this world is not a safe place for placating anymore i won’t insult by even trying rule #24: boys will break your body girls will break your heart ro-sham-bo paper covers rock rock crushes scissors scissors cut paper some things just are

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party zone with johnny brown valentine jingles johnny’ hi dudes and welcome to party zone and on tonights show we want people to sing a jingle for valentines day and this is going to be cool and our first jingle is rona singing about her lover george oh george, my only love you make me happy like a turtle dove you see i know now, how much i love you so george come back to me you see i love you george and i know that is mutual you see i love you more george better than pete and bruce yeah we make love on the lawn outside your house we will be as quiet as a mouse you see i love you george that much is true so that just means wollopolloo, i love you george johnny’ thanks rona and now here is tony with his jingle about franceska you are my sunshine, my dear franceska you make me happy, knowing skies are grey you see franceska, i know i love you and i will bring the sunshine of franceska back and mrs franceska bates, you are the sweetest lady i know you are a very nice lady, ready for a kiss you just go off like a snake going hiss when you leave my house you are sadly missed franceska bates you are my perfect bliss johnny’ thanks tony, as we are enjoying these jingles about everyone’s valentine, top secret and now here is ernie gibbs singing about his sweet sixteen girl, marlene you see i love you very much your body seems to warm to touch marlene, you are my favourite bird why do i call you a bird that is quite absurd marlene i love you you are my chickadee your sixteen your beautiful and your mine do you want to *** me up grabbing my ***** and putting it in my cup i want to take you on a holiday spending all last weeks pay on *** and love and ******** around your sixteen your beautiful and your mine, i love you marlene johnny’ thank you ernie and now here is mark with a song about harriett you see when we die we get reincarnated, into another person and if i die before you harriett, that is exactly what i want i want you to move on, and have a kid, and i want to be reincarnated as that kid i want you to hold me cuddle me, keep me warm you see i don’t want our deaths stopping us from being together you see harriett i love you on every day, especially on valentines day you see harriett i am prepared for all my occasions on each life my soul takes never to split us up johnny’ thanks mark and now here is the band red tape to sing love me tender and here it is now "Love Me Tender" Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go. You have made my life complete, and I love you so. Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfilled. For my darlin' I love you, and I always will. Love me tender, love me long, take me to your heart. For it's there that I belong, and we'll never part. Love me tender, love me dear, tell me you are mine. I'll be yours through all the years, till the end of time. (When at last my dreams come true Darling this I know Happiness will follow you Everywhere you go). johnny’ ok dudes, it’s time for us to go, but we have a message from tony to yorke i love ya i love ya i love ya you are my world yorke johnny, time to go, catch ya later dudes

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Feb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

the valentines day edition of party zone with johnny brown feb 12 2016

party zone with johnny brown valentine jingles johnny’ hi dudes and welcome to party zone and on tonights show we want people to sing a jingle for valentines day and this is going to be cool and our first jingle is rona singing about her lover george oh george, my only love you make me happy like a turtle dove you see i know now, how much i love you so george come back to me you see i love you george and i know that is mutual you see i love you more george better than pete and bruce yeah we make love on the lawn outside your house we will be as quiet as a mouse you see i love you george that much is true so that just means wollopolloo, i love you george johnny’ thanks rona and now here is tony with his jingle about franceska you are my sunshine, my dear franceska you make me happy, knowing skies are grey you see franceska, i know i love you and i will bring the sunshine of franceska back and mrs franceska bates, you are the sweetest lady i know you are a very nice lady, ready for a kiss you just go off like a snake going hiss when you leave my house you are sadly missed franceska bates you are my perfect bliss johnny’ thanks tony, as we are enjoying these jingles about everyone’s valentine, top secret and now here is ernie gibbs singing about his sweet sixteen girl, marlene you see i love you very much your body seems to warm to touch marlene, you are my favourite bird why do i call you a bird that is quite absurd marlene i love you you are my chickadee your sixteen your beautiful and your mine do you want to *** me up grabbing my ***** and putting it in my cup i want to take you on a holiday spending all last weeks pay on *** and love and ******** around your sixteen your beautiful and your mine, i love you marlene johnny’ thank you ernie and now here is mark with a song about harriett you see when we die we get reincarnated, into another person and if i die before you harriett, that is exactly what i want i want you to move on, and have a kid, and i want to be reincarnated as that kid i want you to hold me cuddle me, keep me warm you see i don’t want our deaths stopping us from being together you see harriett i love you on every day, especially on valentines day you see harriett i am prepared for all my occasions on each life my soul takes never to split us up johnny’ thanks mark and now here is the band red tape to sing love me tender and here it is now "Love Me Tender" Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go. You have made my life complete, and I love you so. Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfilled. For my darlin' I love you, and I always will. Love me tender, love me long, take me to your heart. For it's there that I belong, and we'll never part. Love me tender, love me dear, tell me you are mine. I'll be yours through all the years, till the end of time. (When at last my dreams come true Darling this I know Happiness will follow you Everywhere you go). johnny’ ok dudes, it’s time for us to go, but we have a message from tony to yorke i love ya i love ya i love ya you are my world yorke johnny, time to go, catch ya later dudes

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