Dont Ever Become Homeless

Don't ever become homeless

Not in the UK

Because the charities don't care

If we got nowhere to stay

As long as their hostels

Are full to the brim

Then they don't care

Which is a sin

 

So we got to do 

What we got to do

To stay alive

Which is hard too

For we are up against everything

Out on the rode

So some of us become travellers

Living no fixed abode

Using our talents

The best way we can

To help ourselves

And our fellow man

As the Christians pray

Which is no good

But we got nowhere to live

In their neighbourhood

Because we have no local connection

Which is a shame

Even an artist like me

And Dr Geebers my name

Who walked the whole coast

On a homeless awareness tour

From being homeless

Oh for sure

 

Brighton to Brighton

Through all weathers

Which I thought 

Was really clever

 

To get a book written

To help homeless charities gallore

But to my amazement

It didn't open no door

 

Which pissed me off

And I was in News papers too

I was even on T.V.

So how do you do

 

For creating loose pebble sculptures

On 44 beaches

One awesome journey

That's left me speachless

 

So heres to the future

And heres to the past

Thats if it happens

Or bloody well lasts

 

But the real truth is

If it happens to you

Your better of dieing

Outside creating whats new

 

Because the charities don't care

As long as they get their wage

To go home to their house

And turn a new page

 

So the homeless person

He or she has to cope

By themseleves

You might as well give them a rope

 

As we mix with the wrong people

And simply try to survive

The weather, the temptation

Just to stay alive

 

Yet the cold gets to many

So they turn to drink and drugs

Some don't want to be noticed

So they become thugs

 

Others have connections

And become drug dealers too

Why because the system

Has failed them too

 

So they are better of in prison

Oh by far

Learning rehabilatation

Hour after hour

 

But when they come out

What they gonna do

The only thing they know

Is how to survive too

 

For the big money is easy

And gives you a great life

But if you get caught

Well that's sacrifice

 

Which is all worth it

If you go down that road

Yet some of us want to change

Before we explode

 

So we do great journeys

To help others too

Yet we are the underdogs

Isn't that true

 

Well this is life

For the down and out

We are better off dead

We cry and shout

 

Because we live in hell

Looking for PEACE

Until we go to heaven

When we die at least

So some commit succide

By simply having a hit

Because its nice to have something

So death don't feel like shit

Because it isn't easy

Living on the street

So rest in peace my friends

Even I admit defeat

 

Smile smile smile

Smile smile smile

Everybody smile

Come on now

You know its worthwhile

Even when your down

Sleeping on the ground

You simply got to smile

And simply look around

No matter what your wearing

No matter the way you look

You got to keep smiling

By hook or by crook

For life is a mystery

One big massive book

That's why you got to smile

Because its something that can't be took

Because its all yours

Twisted and even mean

But its your little smile

So precious beautiful and clean

That makes you who you are

For everyone to see

Which simply costs nothing

Because a smile comes for free

Have a nice evening

 

Have a nice evening

Is what I like to say

To all those lovely people

Who walk pas me everyday

With their hands in their pockets

Dressed up for the night

So have a wicked time

As I sit and write

This little rhyme

For all of you to hear

Even though I'm totally skint

And haven't got a beer

Out here on the street

With no money for a place

Oh dear oh what a life

And I want to be of my face

So I don't feel so lonely

Out here on the street

So buy me a lottery ticket

That will wipe me of my feet

And if I flipping win

Then I can do the same

Only through art and poetry

That'll put everyone o shame

So have a lovely evening

And enjoy your night

And thank you to all those people

Who gave me money as I write

So I can simply survive

Out here on the street

While helping out others

Who want something to simply eat

 

 



R.I.P. Lea Williams

What goes round

Always comes round

In a way

Of leaps and bounds

Even outside upon the ground

Only ten fold

It shall be found

As you get attacked

So what the heck

In a life

That's a simply wreak

Which is true make no mistake

Only ten fold

Then comes the wake

For your dead

Totally brown bread

It's not good

Through the life you've lead

Which is true so it's said

Only ten fold

And now your dead

Unless you survive

And stay alive

In a world

Where you strive

To be the best with pure drive

Only ten fold

To really thrive

Yet you know

The ultimate blow

Is when your mistaken

So here we go

As people try to stab you so

Only ten fold

In your sleeping bag though

Or simply punch

With a crunch

And kicking you

While being staunch

Even though they've had their lunch

Only ten fold

Through some hunch

That you are them

So they do it again

And if your zipped up

No good my friend

Because you've no way to defend

Only ten fold

To the bitter end

Or your shot at

Oh what a rat

Even though

You did what

Killing you or maybe not

Only ten fold

In the life you got

So it is true

What would you do

Per tact   yourself

Now wouldn't you

Because that's what you got to do

Only ten fold

On the street it is true

Yet my friend

It is the end

Never to see you

Ever again

Yet these words I write and send

Only ten fold

Will remember you my friend

R.I.P Lea Williams

This man was a homeless person I knew and was a wonderfully generous person who was trying to sort his life out.

The the most horrendous thing happened which would scare any person homeless or not and happens to many homeless everyday. 

Love you man

To read some of the news reports please click on the links below.

News report 1 Lea Williams MURDER

News report 2 Lea Williams MURDER

News report 3 Lea Williams MURDER

News report 4 Lea Williams MURDER

Getting Pissed Of For Creating Art

Getting pissed of for creating art

Out on the beach oh what a start

On Brighton seafront to make my mark

To show the world the ultimate spark

With nowhere to live except the beach

Creating art no one can teach

And trying not to be a leech

In a world of darkness I simply screech

So I put up a tent to keep myself clean

That someone has gave me and everyone's seen

Along with duvets because I'm keen

To show the world what I mean

After walking the coast in due respect

To write a book oh what a mistake

To help homeless charities for the crack

After a newspaper told lies which is fact

Which pissed me of more which is true

And I didn't have to do what I did do

Because I didn't care about life too

And all I wanted was to be like you

To have a place and a simple job

So I didn't have to go out and rob

To make ends meet to get a few bob

But this is life for the down and out snob

Thinking that homeless charities would like my cause

And help me out without no claws

To give them something along with applause

As I went out and broke many laws

Just to create art no other would dare

In a world of chaos that is never fair

Yet I was right they don't care

Because I'm no artist this I swear

I'm just a bum out on the road

Who simply lives life no fixed abode

Doing what I do before I explode

Hoping one day my body will corrode

Going through all weathers and becoming ill

This was real stupid and probably is still

Yet like I say its one heck of a thrill

That even newspapers can simply kill

And so do these charities that I want to help

Because I have been there and know what I felt

But they don't care I simply yelp

So no much wonder the homeless hate the life their dealt

As they keep fighting each day and night

To conquer the demons that's never right

After being pissed on from a great height

Then set on fire burning bright

Which I know is simply true

Because it happened to me too

With patronizing interviews oh what's new

I am no one so how do you do

With many a newspaper sharing my story

Of walking the coast oh don't bore me

Which was nice to get the glory

Yet its still not a good enough story

And I am no voice for no homeless person

But as I write this i'm simply cursing

Well out loud with no diversion

With a sore head I am simply nursing

For I'm now messed up in the head

And realizing it I am brown bread

As addiction still boils really instead

Now simply hoping I'll end up dead 

Dam Brighton Council

Dam dam dam 

Is what I can say

To Brighton council

At the end of the day

For being so pathetic

Towards a down and out

Who's really an artist

Most people simply shout

Yet no matter how I try

To better myself now

I end up in the papers

For messing up somehow

Yet if you have no home

Then what you gonna do

Your gonna rob and steal

Or beg on the streets too

Yet I create art

And busk with it yes

So I can live life

On peanuts I guess

Yet the bigger I go

And try to help others too

By giving them a chance

Of something real new

The council don't like me

For putting up a tent

So we could have a little luxury

That's money well spent

Then others buy you duvets

That change your life around

From sleeping in a doorway

On a really cold ground

Then you get a camping stove

Eatting three meals a day

Wow how your life has changed

In a really simple way

Then you get an eviction notice

For having up a tent

That's simply keeping you dry

On this magical stint

While taken on another person

Who is homeless too

Who's an alcoholic

That everyone hates true

For their normally shoutting abuse

While shoplifting as well

Now their picking up stones

With a better story to tell

Becoming sober

And talking to people alright

Having clean clothes

The futures looking bright

Yet the eviction notice hovers

Twisting our simple minds

Blowing up or dreams

Of having better times

So back to the doorway

We simply go

Back to drinking heavily

And smoking loads of blow

Well this is what has happened

After one hell of a life

As I the crazy artist

Who made a sacrifice

To show how hard it is

To change your life around

From being a homeless person

Who sleeps on the ground

To becoming a pebble artist

Who sculptures for free

Loose pebbles on a beach

Simply by the sea

Which takes many days

And looks awesome upon the shore

Just a pity Brighton council

Don't help me a bit more

Or their homeless charities

That help give us all support

Even though they don't really care

About one homeless mans report

So no much wonder many artists

Simply sleep outside

Because they love live art

That comes from their pride

So if you are an artist

And you come up with something new

Then keep breaking all the rules

Because that's what you have to do

For you are no one special

If you have no money or are clean

So go break all the rules

And live the flipping dream

And tell all flipping councils

You don't care no more

For Brighton was my arts birthplace

Upon the UK shore

And I'm the only one 

Who creates big sculptures for free

That's why artists from the UK

Don't get help you see

Yet one day I will make it

In my own simple way

And I will always be helping others

Who live day by day

For they need my help

More than the charities do

Because life is not easy

And the homeless know it too

Never judge a book by its cover

Is what you all say

Well never judge someones name

Or how they look on that day

For many homeless I know

Don't want to be seen this way

And would love my help

So they can live day by day

So they can get a flat

Before it's far to late

And their the next to die

Just like my best mate

Oh well that is life

For many a down and out

But if you don't give them a chance

Then they'll never feel what real life's all about

And that's helping others

While enjoying life too

To rise among the toughest

To show what they can do

To put smiles on many faces

Even though they're in a state

But this is real life

Which is tempting fate

I am an artist who lives on the streets of the UK. I have tried to better myself through art and now really know how hard it is to change your life around from being homeless.

Click on the link above to see what I really do and how hard it has been for someone like myself to be the person I am.

HOMELESSNESS

        Homeless people, black or white,

        Over the world, day and night.

        Move around, from town to town,

        Eventually settling, themselves down.

        Leaving behind, the street life past,

        Ending their misery, oh what a task.

        Securing a future, for the best,

        So they can better, themselves yes.

        Never ever, looking back,

        Encouraged by others, for a fact

        So they can achieve, something new,

        So please help them, please will you.

 

 

 

Here's a link everyone can visit and get inspired by those who strayed in life became addicts and are now on the road to recovery through one young mans dream. I have contributed to this book also with some of my own poetry. I will admit I am an ex addict and also found the same path in life.

 

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Pens-and-Needles-poetry/408145052597455?fref=ts

 

Some of the poems on this site is not suitable for small children.

 

I have written and contributed 4 poems to this book and belief it is inspirational that people can pull themselves out of the gutters of life and me absolutly amazing.

 

PLEASE SUPPORT THE ARTISTS IN THIS BOOK AND SHOW THEM THEY ARE WORTH MORE IN LIFE THAN LIFE ITS SELF.

 

ALL NET PROFFITS OF THIS BOOK GO TO THOSE WHO CONTRIBUTED

 

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Pens-and-Needles-poetry/408145052597455?fref=ts

Looking at the beautiful women

Looking at the beautiful women

Walking past my bed at night

I think to myself  i'm so lucky

To see such a beautiful sight

Even though I am homeless

And living out on the street

In my sleeping bag oh oh yeah

Meeting everyone I simply meet

Even though everyone keeps staring

As I do what i simply do

And I hear a lot of them saying

He's not homeless too

Is it because I sit and write

To hopefully improve my life

Yet money isn't everything

Now that's real sacrifice

With many a laughing stranger

Going out to enjoy their night

No much wonder I simply drink

And love the words I write

For everyone to simply see

And read on this blog too

Yet I don't get paid for doing this

But then again would you

with inspiration running freely

As the cold air gives its bite

In Brighton at Christmas time

That's what makes poets stand and fight

Even though we have our troubles

And our words come in perfect flow

We have to stand up for ourselves

If trouble comes you know

Which could take us back to prison,

As we defend our health,

Even though we have no money

Or should i say no wealth

As you walk by

As you walk by

Looking at the sky

Remember me

And ask yourself why

As I smoke my fag

In my sleeping bag

Remember me

As I take a drag

As I sleep on the street

Writing words unique

Remember me

I must repeat

As I drink my beer

To improve my career

Remember me

Do you hear

As I ask for money

Oh yes honey

Remember me

Isn't it funny

With no I.D.

Or benefits you see

Remember me

And my words for free

As I do what I do

Like a busker too

Remember me

And I'll remember you

As I hear what you say

In a sad way

Remember me

I'll be famous one day

As I won't quit

No not a bit

So remember me

Where I sit

In a doorway

In Brighton today

Remember me

In a crazy way

With no local connection

What a reaction

Remember me 

With satisfaction

As you walk by

Looking at the sky

Remember me

And ask yourself why?

On a day when your feeling down

On a day when your feeling down

Smile, smile, smile don't you frown

Even if your on the ground

In a sleeping bag in any town

Or even if you have lost a mate

Smile, smile, smile don't get in a state

For many people can relate

Even though this could be fate

Taking you to a different high

Smile, smile, smile don't you cry

For your beautiful that is why

Now don't give up before you die

For this id life my little friend

Smile, smile, smile to the bitter sweet end

Even if you have to blend

With other people to break this trend

Yet if you cry then don't worry

Because your eyes are a little blurry

as in these moments we have no jury

And want a drink so our words become slurry

So we forget what happened today

When things are miserable and totally grey

Then we pick ourselves up and smile away

As we remember the good times at the end of the day

This poem was written for all those people who have died on the streets of Brighton this past winter. To my knowledge that was 16 people which is a crying shame. But if you are like me and don't like being around junkies then you would rather take your chances with the weather than go up against them stealing of you in hostels.

Even so the U.K. homeless teams or outreach workers would rather relocate you to where you come from than actually give you accommodation in the place where you are.

Many people run away from hard times like sexual abuse, violence, drink, drugs and want to change their lives around but can't because they want to speak to someone who has actually experienced the same as them, than speak to someone who has just got out of university and has experienced nothing except having a good time of course.

Hear Me Drowning

 

Hear me drowning

In my sleep

As I lay here

And simply weep

 

Out in the cold

What would you do?

Feeling the weather

Going blue

 

Understanding it

Or maybe not

Here we go

I'm losing the plot

 

Way below freezing

Give me a drink

Or even a spliff

To make me think

 

For this is no good

No not at all

So please do remember

Please never fall

 

Into the darkness

Never to return

Or you'll simply die

Or simply burn

 

 



Stand And Be Counted

 

Stand and be counted

No matter where you are

Listen to the voice

Of a real rising star

Feel all the energy

Coming from afar

That's it everyone

You know who you are

Feel the inner soul

Tapping through your feet

That's it everyone

Lets dance upon the street

Listening to these words

That come out so unique

Here we go now

With a chorous to repeat

 

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

 

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

 

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

 

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

 

That's it everyone

Move up and down

Lets show our strength

In every single town

Doing what we do

As we all go around

Enjoying our lifes

And enjoying the sound

Now feel the rhythm

And let yourselves be free

In a crazy way

For everyone to see

As the music takes control

Simply for free

Now come sing chorous

Simply with me

 

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

 

Now please remember

As you listen to this song

While bouncing to the beat

Where you all belong

Think of those people

Who have to stay strong

Who live on the streets

Wither right or wrong

Doing what they do

To simply survive

Living in sleeping bags

To keep themseleves alive

Through all weathers

So they can strive

To move on

Through maximum overdrive

 

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

 

Now think yourseleves lucky

In what you all do

And always remember

This could happen to you

One false move

Out of the blue

And your living outside

In cold weathers too

So listen to this rhythm

And dance to the beat

Come on everyone

Lets dance upon the street

Turn up the volume

Turn up the heat

And join in this chorous

That we shall repeat

 

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

 

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

Yeah ye yeah yeah yeah

Yeahy yeah yeah

I was down and out

I was down and out

And on the road

I didn't know what to do

I was feeling life

The way it was

I was feeling it oh so true

I was understanding

All the madness

I was understanding the pain

I was doing

What I had to do

It was driving me in sane

I was going here

And going there

Not knowing what I'd become

Except a man

Who lost it all

And ended up a bum

Then all of a sudden

It happened to me

Way out of the blue

I met a women

Who liked me

And the things I had to do

To stay alive

In a hard world

Where pain and suffering is

Through the things

You may never see

And I will never miss

So I was lucky

To get a break

To see my future unfold

Yet many never

Get that chance

As thet die young not old

With all the power

Of their glory

Never ever said

Because it's to late

For them now

Because they are dead

Respect to them

For living this way

And doing what they do

For life is hard

For all of us

So I hope it don't happen to you.

By Dr Geebers

Make a difference and help someone you don't know become happy again. Go on make a donation http://www.crisis.org.uk/

Sitting in a doorway

Sitting in a doorway

Not knowing what to do

Feeling all the magic

Simply coming true

Watching all the people

Having a good time

Hoping for a chance

To simply rise and shine

Then all of a sudden

It happened to me

Passers by stopped

To party you see

With lots of booze

And now I'm off my head

Oh what a crazy night

Or am I really dead

I don't really know

And I don't really care

Yet respect to all those

Who where truely there

Giving me a good night

To remember you see

As I lay in my sleeping bag

Without a T.V.

Looking at the stars

While going with the flow

In a world full of madness

That many will never know



Living On The Streets

 

Living on the streets

Being an artist is cool

Yet many shop owners

Think your a fool

 

As you sleep in their doorway

Which is not right

Yet this is real life

For many at night

 

With no where to go too

In Brighton its true

Even the council

Really hate us too

 

With no local connection

What can we say

We don't have a voice

At the end of the day

 

With the night shelter closed

Its really got bad

As people keeep dieing

Which is real sad

 

So the poets have to tell it

In their words for free

|For no one will listen

Not even to me

 

For I'm an outsider

Who creates art on the beach

Which no University

Can simply teach

 

And I want to help

But it is no good

For I'm treated like dirt

Because I'm a homeless dude

 

Who walked the coast

To do what I do

To write a book

To help charities too

 

In the homeless sector

What can I say

They don't care about us

At the end of the day

 

So no much wonder

We all suffer in pain

And have to live life

All against the grain

 

For we are out numbered

In evey thing we do

And we are better of addicts

In this life too

 

So never become homeless

Oh what a joke

For many a woman

And many a bloke

 

Because no one can help this

As we go through hell

This I do know

With a story to tell

 

 



When the rain comes down in Brighton

When the rain comes down in Brighton

And we don't know what to do

As the people walk past us

Haven't got a clue

As we sit a here a writing
And singing many a song
Just a wondering what happened
And what went simply wrong

As we all get simply wet
With no way to easily dry
Oh what a beautiful life
Before we all simply die

When the rain comes down in Brighton

And we don't know what to do

As the people walk past us

Haven't got a clue

As we beg and as we steal
To live day by day
Oh what a complete nightmare
To live life this way

Down in the gutters
With no end in sight
Yet we'll never give up
As we all stand and fight

When the rain comes down in Brighton

And we don't know what to do

As the people walk past us

Haven't got a clue

With no money in our pockets
Or food in our belly
Oh arn't you real lucky
To sit in front of the telly

Watching all the soaps
In a very desperate way
As others simply die
On the streets everyday

When the rain comes down in Brighton

And we don't know what to do

As the people walk past us

Haven't got a clue

For we are all tramps
Or homeless bums alike
Oh what an attitude
To have alright

Yet this is real life
As we get pissed on
For being down and outs
With no home of our own

When the rain comes down in Brighton

And we don't know what to do

As the people walk past us

Haven't got a clue

With some of us being buskers
And others poets as well
Who have to live this life
Out in the living hell

Along with chalk artists
And graffiti ones as too
Yet the rain make it harder
To do what we do

When the rain comes down in Brighton

And you don't know what to do

Don't simply walk past us

Or acknowledge us too

Because who knows who your helping
Maybe someone like me
Who wants to do good
Through art which comes free

As the rain come down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Think yourselves lucky
Your not out here too

Living in the gutters
Each day and night
Simply waiting to die
Because you have given up the fight

As the rain comes down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Think yourselves lucky
Your not out here too

As the rain comes down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Think yourselves lucky
Your not out here too



Would you like to be homeless

Would you like to be homeless
Would you like to be on the street
Would you like to have smelly clothes
And really smelly feet

Would you like to have no income
Would you like to have no job
Would you like to live rough
Or be called a snob

Would you like to beg and steal
Would you like to understand
Would you like to help
Or would you like to be dammed

Yet when someone wants to help
Even though their homeless too
Some charities don’t care
So what would you do

To turn this around
Through art at its best
To do something good
In life’s real test

Well this is the truth
With a story to tell
Through one mans journey
In this living hell

Under a daft name
For everyone to see
Who is called Dr Geebers
Now that is me

So thank you everyone
From deep in my heart
You’ve all done me proud
So I could create my art

Around the U.K. coast
To help people like me
Who ends up homeless
Yet shared his love for free

So have a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Now I can help others
Through my new career

With a book for everyone 

In respectful glory
To help many charities
With a real life story

Respect to you all 

And have a good time
This Poem is for all of you
Nicely written in rhyme

Even though I’m not homeless 

Not now anyway
I found someone special
Who’s brightened my day

Due to creating art 

For everyone to see
What a wonderful ending
To happen to me

Maybe sometime in the future 

I can do this once more
With real sponcership
Right round our shore

To give 3 others a chance 

To live the dream
Of walking the coast
If you know what I mean

Since there is loads of artists 

Who need a hand
To get that one chance
To become grand

Yet its hard when you have nothing 

To create art so pure
But Dr Geebers is not quitting
And wants this for sure

So thank you everyone 

From deep in my heart
For giving me a chance
To show my pebble art

And I’ll say it again 

Without any fear
Have a Merry Christmas
And a happy New Year

Then seven and a half months later

Its been a tough time

And I messed up again

In glorious sunshine

But now the time has come

In Brighton once more

To make this book happen

Which is total hardcore

As I sleep on the streets

Through rain, hail and snow

Oh what a hard life

For anyone I know

Yet Christmas is coming

Oh what a bore

Yet lets all be Merry

As I say this one more

Have a Merry Christmas

And a happy New Year

And think of those less fortunate

As your drinking your beer

HELP ME PLEASE

Help me please, Lord I pray,
Encourage me on, through my day.
Let me see, that light please,
Promise me Lord, now with ease.

Making it easier, to move on,
Ending this misery, let it be gone.

Please my Lord, please I pray,
Let me see that light today.
Eventually getting what’s to come,
As life is hard and is no fun.
So help me Lord, please I pray,
Ending this misery, please today.

By Dr. Geebers.

Would you like to be homeless

Would you like to be homeless
Would you like to be on the street
Would you like to have smelly clothes
And really smelly feet

Would you like to have no income
Would you like to have no job
Would you like to live rough
Or be called a snob

Would you like to beg and steal
Would you like to understand
Would you like to help
Or would you like to be dammed

Yet when someone wants to help
Even though their homeless too
Some charities don’t care
So what would you do

To turn this around
Through art at its best
To do something good
In life’s real test

Well this is the truth
With a story to tell
Through one mans journey
In this living hell

Under a daft name
For everyone to see
Who is called Dr Geebers
Now that is me

So thank you everyone
From deep in my heart
You’ve all done me proud
So I could create my art

Around the U.K. coast
To help people like me
Who ends up homeless
Yet shared his love for free

So have a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Now I can help others
Through my new career

With a book for everyone
In respectful glory
To help many charities
With a real life story

Respect to you all
And have a good time
This Poem is for all of you
Nicely written in rhyme

Even though I’m not homeless
Not now anyway
I found someone special
Who’s brightened my day

Due to creating art
For everyone to see
What a wonderful ending
To happen to me

Maybe sometime in the future
I can do this once more
With real sponcership
Right round our shore

To give 3 others a chance
To live the dream
Of walking the coast
If you know what I mean

Since there is loads of artists
Who need a hand
To get that one chance
To become grand

Yet its hard when you have nothing
To create art so pure
But Dr Geebers is not quitting
And wants this for sure

So thank you everyone
From deep in my heart
For giving me a chance
To show my pebble art

And I’ll say it again
Without any fear
Have a Merry Christmas
And a happy New Year

By Dr Geebers