Ten rules for a poet

Come on

Let me hear you now

Come on

You can do it some how

Come on

Write down what you see

Come on

It's the only way to be

Don't be shy

That's the first rule

Don't tell lies

And you'll be cool

And don't be afraid

That's the second

Use life's blade

And you won't be mistaken

So come on

Let me hear you now

Come on

You can say it some how

Come on

Write down what you see

Come on

It's the only way to be

Do't be lazy

That's the third

Just amaze thee

And fly like a bird

Don't lay down

That's now four

Or you'll drown

And be no more

So come on

Let me hear you now

Come on

You can say it some how

Come on

Write down what you see

Come on

It's the only way to be

Don't be an idiot

Now that's the fiveth

Because you can't get rid of it

That's the poets wealth

Don't be an asshole

Now that's six

So be in control

As your writing does tricks

So come on

Let me hear you now

Come on

You can say it some how

Come on

Write down what you see

Come on

It's the only way to be

Don't be stupid

Now that's seven

Because your not cubid

And you'll go to heaven

Don't be greedy

Yes that's eight

And help the needy

Before it's to late

So come on

Let me hear you now

Come on

You can say it some how

Come on

Write down what you see

Come on

It's the only way to be

Don't be smart

Now that's nine

Just write from the heart

Line by line

Don't be a loser

That's number ten

And you could drive life's cruiser

With the power of the pen

So come on

Let me hear you now

Come on

You can say it some how

Come on

Write down what you see

Come on

It's the only way to be

Come on

Let me hear you now

Come on

You can say it some how

Come on

Write down what you see

Come on

It's the only way to be



Can It Be Done

Can it be done

Can it be done

Can we make it

To number one

Can it be done

Can it be done

Come on

Lets have fun

Here we go

Here we go

You know

What to do

Here we go

Here we go

You know

Whats in you

Here we go

Here we go

Move your body

Like you don't care

Here we go

Here we go

Thats it

Oh yes I swear

Can it be done

Can it be done

Can we make it

To number one

Can it be done

Can it be done

Come on

Lets have fun

Here we go

Here we go

Bouncing

To the beat

Here we go

Here we go

Thats it

Move your feet

Here we go

Here we go

Put your arms

In the air

Here we go

Here we go

Do it now

Like you don't care

Can it be done

Can it be done

Can we make it

To number one

Can it be done

Can it be done

Come on

Lets have fun

Here we go

Here we go

Feel it

In your vains

Here we go

Here we go

Driving us

All in sane

Here we go

Here we go

A whats it

A gonna be

Here we go

Here we go

Can we

Have Victory

Can it be done

Can it be done

Can we make it

To number one

Can it be done

Can it be done

Come on

Lets have fun

Here we go

Here we go

Lets pump it

To the max

Here we go

Here we go

Oh yeah

Like having sex

Here we go

Here we go

In complete

Overload

Here we go

Here we go

Oh yeah

Lets explode

Can it be done

Can it be done

Can we make it

To number one

Can it be done

Can it be done

Come on

Lets have fun

Here we go

Here we go

Oh yeah

Baby girl

Here we go

Here we go

Go on

Give us a twirl

Here we go

Here we go

Lets show them

What we can do

Here we go

Here we go

Lets make it

All come true

Can it be done

Can it be done

Can we make it

To number one

Can it be done

Can it be done

Of course it can

Simply for fun

Can it be done

Can it be done

Can we make it

To number one

Can it be done

Can it be done

Well if you don't try

It will never get done

Now a here a we a go

Now a here a we a go

What am I gonna say

Is gonna feel crazy

In a crazy way

As my anger boils over

Day by day

Now a here a we a go a

What can I say

For the devil wants to take control

Givin me passion for my specific roll

Even though I'm not on the dole

I keep doing things to achieve my goal

Getting into trouble that's not good

Yet this is life in any neighbourhood

Doing things and being rude

 Just to earn pennies for my food

Even shoplifting in the past

Going clubbing and having a blast

Rhyming words incredibly fast

This is me now at last

Creating art which is cool

Turning around from being a fool

Who didn't learn much really at school

Now pebbles and words are my main tool

To break away from the norm

To create an almighty massive storm

In a way to be reborn

And my words will stick like a thorn

Into your heart forever and ever

As people say I'm real clever

But this is life one big endeavour

So I won't die now surely never

I see you a looking at me

I see you

A looking at me

As you walk down the street

So fancy free

Completely freezing

To a degree

Yet I'm in a sleeping bag

Yes it's me

As Many people

Have shopping galore

And all I want

Is an open door

With no money

Oh what a bore

I wish someone

Would give us a score

To help us out

Without a doubt

It's my birthday

I cry and shout

Even though

I own nought

I truly know

What life's about

So I write out

These crazy rhymes

While hoping for

Better times

As I look 

At the moon that shines

And start thinking

About creating crimes

To simply survive

Out on the street

This is life

I must repeat

In a way

That's totally unique

Even though

There's not much heat

So Merry Christmas

And a happy new year

I hope you enjoy it

Without any fear

Along with your wine

Or pint of beer

As you go around

Spreading your Christmas cheer

 

 

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Could You Do

Could you do

What we do

Everyday and night

Even though

I like a drink

As I simply write

From the heart

From the soul

In a passionette way

To say things

From the street

While living day by day

For these words

Come so true

To everyone for free

Even though

I sleep outside

In a way that's hard you see

With no roof

Of my own

What would you do

If you could not

Simply afford

To pay for one too

Would you write

Crazy rhymes

As people walk past

And if they want

To hear one

Then you simply say it fast

Shocking people

To the core

As they smile at you

With freezing hands

As you write

Those words from deep in you

And if they give you

A little change

Eor saying it for free

Then you know

Your on your way

To be a poet to be

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?

Living In A Doorway

Living in a doorway

Doing what I do

Hoping for something

Totally really new

That will give us a chance

In life so true

That people will remember

When we're dead too

Yet the drinks taking over

And the drugs as well

Oh dear no

It's a living hell

As people walk past me

Not giving a dam

As I sit and write

With pen in my hand

As others sit and beg

With dogs by their side

Smiling at everyone

With all their pride

Getting loads of money

With benefits too

Yet I got no I.D.

And I'm out here too

Doing my thing

To hopefully survive

Yet I am nobody

Except a bum that's alive

Now if I make it

Then I no what I'd do

I'd rather give money

To help talents shine trough

So people can rise

And show their talents to the world

Like all the buskers

So come on boys and girls

See through the Armour

And use your wit

And help out the buskers

Simply make it

And who knows

Where they may go

Around the world

From the gutters they know

To be someone

And not a bum

Says a busking artist

Who enjoys fun 

Little Miss Nurse and her ultimate curse

Little Miss Nurse was a nice little girl,
Who liked to run and swim?
While shining like a precious pearl,
At home or down the gym.

Until one day when being free,
She opened up her purse,
To buy a cup of tea,
And got attacked by the curse.

“Hello my darling remember me,
The person that you hate”.
He shouted now, you see, you see,
Which put her in a state?

“Are you ok now Madam dear”?
Said someone at the till,
“That’s one pound now Madam dear”.
He said while standing still.

“What you say you crazy loon”.
She said as she screamed,
When the clock it struck noon,
And the cashier he now beamed.

“How dare you speak to me like that?
Over the head of a pound,
But if you want to be a bat,
I’ll call the police around”.

“Oh sorry Sir”. She said so nice,
“I didn’t mean it to you,
But I will say it again now twice,
I’m sorry and mean it too”.

“No you didn’t”. Said the curse,
Who shouted in her ear?
From deep within her precious purse,
To give her lots of fear.

“Oh shut it would you, you little pest,
And please leave me alone”.
She said now as she stressed,
While playing with her phone.

“I don’t think so, no not me,
For I am in your mind,
No matter what you do you see?
You won’t stop me you’ll find”.

“What did you say, now Madam dear”.
Said the young man at the till,
“I’m sorry Sir, I hope you hear,
And know now that’s two nil”.

“Now I won’t tell you, one more time,
For I will make that call,
And if I do then you won’t pine,
When the police come standing tall”

“Oh that’s ok, I’m sorry sir,
I didn’t mean any trouble”.
As she gave her tea a stir,
And drunk it on the double.

Then picking up all her things,
Along with her purse as well,
She left the shop on bouncy springs,
As if she was under a spell.

Bouncing through the open door,
And halfway down the street,
She decided to go in another store,
To buy herself a treat.

Without a word or even a sound,
She thought she lost her curse,
Until the time it came around,
To open up her purse.

“You’re not buying that hideous thing,
That looks totally absurd,
That some dog has dropped pa’ding,
Or was it from a bird”.

“Hello Madam is you ok”.
Said the woman behind the till,
“Isn’t it a lovely day”?
She said with a perfect chill.

“Oh stop it, stop it, you pain in the neck,
Please stop bulling me,
I’m buying this so what the heck,
It’s what I like you see”.

“Oh sorry Madam for being nice,
You miserable grumpy old cow,
The next time then, I’ll think twice,
About serving you then and now”.

“Oh sorry Madam for being so rude,
I wasn’t talking to you,
Honestly now, I’ll be good,
And buy not one but two.”

“I hope you are now Madam dear,
Because that wasn’t fair”.
Said the woman nice and clear,
In respect to who was there.

So of she went in a scurry,
With her clothes and purse,
Down the road in a hurry,
While thinking of her curse.

Which seem to put her in a state?
That no one could control,
Because this curse that she did hate,
Was really taking its toll.

While making her do crazy things,
To annoy the ones she loves,
Until an angel with beautiful wings,
Came from up above.

“Hello Miss I need a Nurse”.
Said the Angel with a smile,
“To help me with a really bad curse,
Who seems to be cramping my style”?

“Oh is that right and what can I do,
To take away your pain”.
“Well to be honest that’s up to you,
To help me all the same.

Because my Mother always told me,
No matter what and when,
You got to understand you see,
And count from one to ten.

Which gives you time to think about,
All the things that’s wrong,
And then by magic without a doubt,
Your goodness will be strong”.

“What do you mean now Angel dear?
You’re messing up my head”.
“I mean my darling don’t show fear,
Now that is what I said.

Because you’re the one who has the strength,
To show that good means good,
And you will go to any length,
To do this if you could”.

“So you mean I got to believe,
In all the things I do,
So I can go on and achieve,
To make my dreams come true”.

“Yes that right, Little Miss Nurse,
It’s what you got to do,
To stop this bug of a really bad curse,
Spoil the goodness in you.

Please listen now please to this,
Because I feel your pain,
Then think of all the things that’s bliss,
And what you could now gain.

Because you’re going to show whose boss,
By helping all the poor,
Which won’t be a total loss?
This I know this for sure.

Or maybe you will help a lady,
Who’s trying to cross the street?
Who maybe really old like Sadie?
Or give them a special treat.

And when you do these kinds of things,
You’ll notice a difference in you,
That’s more precious than diamond rings,
And lasts forever to.

Which will help you in your cause?
To stop your dreadful curse”.
She said now with a little pause.
“That you carry in your purse”.

“Let’s hope so”. She said so quick,
In a bit of a flutter,
“Hoping that the goodness sticks,
Like bread with lots of butter”.

“Oh it will, my darling dear,
Because I believe in you,
As long as you remember to show no fear,
While helping others to”.

“I will, I will, with all my heart”.
While crossing it with a smile,
“I’ll do it now with a brand new start,
That will be really worth while”.

“That’s good to hear my little friend,
Now I have got to go,
Now you stay good right to the end,
And let your goodness show”.

“Oh thank you, thank you very much,
I hope to see you soon”.
“Oh don’t you worry, I’ll be in touch,
Before it gets to June”.

So of he went a floating free,
Way up into the sky,
Flapping his wings like birds you see,
Without a word of a lie.

When all of a sudden, like a bad smell,
She heard a roar from her purse,
When it fell from the Devils spell,
To reveal her dreadful curse.

“I heard that I hope you know,
But you will never win,
No matter where you seem to go,
I’ll cause you dreadful sin”.

“Oh is that right, well let’s see,
For I believe the truth,
No matter what you do to me,
You stupid little goof”.

Then with that she made a call,
To see what she could do,
As she stood there in her hall,
While all her goodness grew.

“Hello, hello”. She said so nice,
To someone on the phone,
“I’ve got clothes food and rice”.
She said in a lovely tone.

“Would you like them if I pop round?
In maybe a hour or so,
Oh that’s good and totally sound,
I’ll be there I hope you know”.

Which she did from that day on,
Because of her dreadful curse,
And then the next day it was gone,
So, “thank you”. Said Little Miss Nurse

Give me your love

Give me your love
Let it be free
Give me your love
For all to see

Take my heart
And open hand
Give me your love
You understand

Make me happy
Make me smile
Give me your love
It’ll be worthwhile

Come on now
Let’s do it today
Give me your love
And let me stay

POETRY IN MOTION

Poets come, from all over the world,
Only to write, now boys and girls.
Encouraged on, by family and friends,
To write, and write, again and again.
Remembering their pasts, oh so well,
Yet having the time to create and tell.

In a poem from time to time,
Never saying that it will rhyme.

Making words seem oh so easy,
Oh yes that’s right, so simply sleazy.
To show the world that they have style,
In real elegance, that’s worth while.
On the other hand if they rhyme,
Now that’s simplicity that really does shine.

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

Give me your love

Give me your love
Let it be free
Give me your love
For all to see

Take my heart
And open hand
Give me your love
You understand

Make me happy
Make me smile
Give me your love
It’ll be worthwhile

Come on now
Let’s do it today
Give me your love
And let me stay

Running down the street

Running down the street
As fast as can be
This is not neat
With people chasing me

Making the wrong turn
What should I do
With no time to burn
As the tention grew

Climbing over a wall
Will I get away
Being on the ball
Living day by day

Then the sirens they come
A Flashing away
“Dam, dam, dam”
Is what I did say

Not a good move
No not at all
With nothing to prove
An no time to stall

With adrenalin pumping
Straight through my vains
Many feet stomping
And the rattling of chains

So I hid in a dustbin
To make my escape
Oh what a sin
YOU DIDN’T GET ME MATE

So after an hour
I made it back home
Jumped in the shower
All covered in foam

Got rid of my clothes
And jumped into bed
With a little red rose
And a banging head

Kissing my lover
In a passionette way
Under the cover
Where I longed to stay

Flying High

Flying high,
Flying low,
Feeling the buzz,
That we all know.

Flying right,
Flying left,
Feeling the buzz,
Make us go deaf.

Flying up,
Flying down,
Feeling the buzz,
While acting the clown.

Flying bent,
Flying straight,
Feeling the buzz,
That’s absolute great.

Flying over,
Flying across,
Feeling the buzz,
Oh what a loss.

Flying out,
Flying in,
Feeling the buzz,
Dying within.

Flying yes,
Flying why,
Feeling the buzz,
As you fly.

Death Comes Fourth

Death comes fourth,
In a flurry,
Killing us all,
Without a worry.

In many ways,
More than one,
In this life,
Of hardship and fun.

Showing whose boss,
At the end of the day,
Through illness and madness,
As some of us stray.

To do things crazy,
With no word of a lie,
Until that day comes,
When we also die.



Im No Rapper

I was getting it a going

Deep in my mind

I was seeing all the things

Simply fine

I was feeling the beat

Line by line

I was keeping it a going

All the time

I was doing this

And doing that

I was doing all the things

For a fact

I was having it

All for the crack

I was keeping it a going

And never looked back

I was meeting everyone

Out on the street

While rhyming words

Totally unique

In different ways

I must repeat

But I'm no Rapper

Tweet Tweet Tweet

With imagination

Running for free

In a simple way

For everyone to see

Taking rubbish

This is me

While having a good time

Down by the sea



Flying Down The Motorway

Driving on the motorway, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, speeding you see,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Flying by truckers at my side,

With my top down, all the way,

Showing a smile, with all my pride,

In my porch, I say, I say.

Listening to music, way up loud,

Without a care, none at all,

Then all of a sudden, I seen a crowd,

In a field, I do recall.

Driving on the motorway, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, speeding you see,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Turning down the volume, what did I hear?

Someone shouting on a mike,

Then all of a sudden, there was a cheer,

When drums started beating, in perfect flight.

So I slowed down ready to stop,

To find out, what it was,

When someone they just lost the plot,

All dressed up, for the cause.

Driving on the motorway, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, Oh yes it’s me,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banking my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Seeing flashing lights, coming behind,

Then a siren, squealing so raw,

While a copper began to chime,

Stop the car, you broke the law.

Giving him the fingers, in my mirror,

While putting the foot down, on my peddle,

While not knowing what would occur,

I just turned up the heavy metal.

Driving in the fast lane, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, oh yes it’s me,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head,

Banging my head, banging my head.

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Crashing through road blocks, not giving a dam,

Speeding up, speeding up,

Supping on a beer that’s in my hand,

Who really cares, who really cares?

Then all of a sudden, it happened to me,

The spikes went out, across the road,

Pop went the tyres as flat as can be,

Then crash, bang, wallop, my car explodes.

Driving in the fast lane, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, speeding you see,

Doing one hundred and the some more.

Banking my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, and now I’m dead.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

By Dr Geebers

The majestic thoughts,

The majestic thoughts,

That cannot be bought,

Are the things you know?

Which cannot be taught.

In life’s hell,

Which rings a bell,

Unless you’re a grass,

Then you can tell.

And if your not,

Then your brain will rot,

Well that is life,

When you’re in a hot spot.

By  Geebers

The unbelievable pain,

The unbelievable pain,

We have to go through,

Before we flush the chain,

In a portable lue.

It’s crazy it’s said,

When it’s put on its side,

Which is no bed,

Or rollercoaster ride.

Especially when drunk,

After a good drink,

Which bloody well stunk,

Well that’s what I think.

Or did I have a poo,

That was slightly blue,

Well that could be true,

But it covered me too.

So what did occur,

When I shut that door,

In a world so blur,

Was I on its floor?

And if I was,

I want to know why,

For there’s no cause,

For a person to be fly.

So tell me please,

What happened my friend?

Was I drunk on my knees?

And twisted round the bend.

And if I was,

I want to know why,

For there’s no cause,

For a person to be fly.

By Dr Geebers