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

It’s Christmas

It’s Christmas
It’s the time to have fun
It’s the time to remember
The Holy son

It’s Christmas
It’s time to rejoice
It’s time to party
To that special voice

It’s Christmas
It’s the time to enjoy
It’s the time to remember
That golden boy

It’s Christmas
It’s time to reach out
It’s time to spread
Love all about

It’s Christmas
It’s time to help others
It’s time to help poverty
Or sisters an brothers

It’s Christmas
It’s the time to have fun
It’s the time to remember
The Holy son

It’s Christmas

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

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.



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

The Alcohols Curse

It was a beautiful day you see,

With sunshine all around,

When you went out with me,

To take a walk round town.

To do the things we normally do,

Oh just you and I,

While having a meal oh so true,

And watching passers by.

With all the notions in our mind,

As we talked for hours,

About a lot of crazy things,

And then I bought you flowers.

Then we went back to your place,

To do now you know what,

But you said no get out of my face,

And hurt me a hell of a lot.

So of I wondered on my own,

Down that slippery road,

And hit the bottle all alone,

At my special abode.

While getting drunk with all my sorrow,

I didn't know what to do,

Except just drink until tomorrow,

And hope for something new.

But did you come oh back to me,

Oh no oh no, no way,

And now I am an alcoholic,

That drinks now everyday.

By Dr Geebers

The scornful souls of thy dead,

The scornful souls of thy dead,

Suffer in thy pain,

From all thy murders of thy day,

Never to return again.

From thy troubles on thy land,

With others all to blame,

Thee die in death they all will say,

For peace to end thy game.

By Dr Geebers

The journey of life, through a dead mans eyes,

The journey of life, through a dead mans eyes,

Shows so much remorse and dreadful cries.

Of pain and suffering, that he did see,

In a world of chaos, as people did flee.

From guns and bombs, with torture as well,

As buildings collapsed and burned in hell.

While he lay dieing, on the ground,

Then death creped up, without making a sound.

Showing him death, through his own eyes,

While hearing the shouting and dreadful cries.

And seeing the suffering, while feeling the pain,

This was life, so simple and plain.

While always knowing he would be back,

In resurrection for a matter of fact.

So he could walk, among his own,

The dead man walking, skull and bones.

By Dr Geebers

Looking out through the darkness,

Looking out through the darkness,

What can you now see?

One big massive bright light,

Yes for you and me.

So we can be together,

Yes now you and I,

As we pray to god above,

To let our spirits fly.

Feeling all the love around,

So natural and so free,

Taking away the darkest parts,

So we can all now see.

That Gods true love from up above,

Will come and make you shine,

For you and I and everyone,

For a very, very long time.

By Dr Geebers

Feel The Anger

Feel the anger, feel the danger,

Keep it going, do not stop,

Feel the power, take you far,

Here we go, right to the top.

Feel the player, feel the slayer,

Cut you up, outside in,

Feel the magic, oh so tragic,

Here we go, through your skin.

Feel the Devil, feel his level,

And the stench, of his breath,

Feel him hot or maybe not,

Here we go, now that is death.

Feel the pain, Feel the brain,

With your hands so fancy free,

Feel them sticky, oh what a pity,

Here we go, deep in he.

Feel the liver, Feel it quiver,

As we go deep inside,

Feel his lungs, chew his tongue,

Here we go so full of pride.

Feel his hair, feel his stare,

With his fear that’s so divine.

Feel his blood in your gob,

Here we go all the time.

Feel the emotion, feel the explosion,

As his ribs just cave in,

Feel this master of disaster,

Here we go its evils sin.

Feel it yummy, feel it funny,

Through the Devils magic spell,

Feel it clever or maybe never,

As you all live in hell.

By Dr Geebers

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.

By Dr Geebers

The swirling winds of Brighton

The swirling winds of Brighton

Howl like a midnight wolf

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

To give us all a frightening

With thunder storms a brewing

Getting louder by the second

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

With great big flashes of lightening

Rocking boats with crashing waves

As chaos comes so strong

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

Raging with lots of anger

Flooding roads with bouncing rain

And droplets as big as beans

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

While showing us all its danger

Before slowing down to a gentle breeze

Right before our eyes

Along the Shore

Beyond the pier

Like a miracle from God above

Until the sun unleashes itself

To give us what we want

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

And that’s a summer of love.

By Dr Geebers

The homeless poet in Brighton,

The homeless poet in Brighton,

Who likes to see the sights?

While using all the day centers,

Because it’s his human rights.

For he has magic beliefs,

In a world of love and hate,

Because most people in the world,

Will never be in this state.

As inspiration flows,

For a down and out,

In a state of madness,

Which is no doubt.

For he is a believer,

In helping with his mind,

To change his own life,

Forever you will find.

Even though he travels,

So he can write and write,

He has to sleep rough,

Every day and night.

Until he finds a way,

To get his work out,

Because he is a poet,

And that’s true without a doubt.

By Dr Geebers

When you’re in Brighton having fun,

When you’re in Brighton having fun,

Down on the beach, under the sun.

Breaking the law with a barbecue,

Think of the homeless and what they do.

Cueing up for a soup run,

Because they are hungry which isn’t fun?

With problems galore and much, much more,

Without a key to open that door.

So they sleep out through rain, hail and snow,

Hoping for someone to help them you know.

Like a miracle from God above,

Because they’ve lost the life they love.

By Dr Geebers