Showing posts with label creative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative. Show all posts

Friday, 10 May 2013

The Artists Way

 
What do you know?
What do you do?
In this life
Which is true
 
As we break the rules
Upon the street
To live life
Without defeat
 
Banging your head
Against the grain
While creating magic
Thats in sane
 
But it is true
With no way out
As we rise and fall
And know what lifes about
 
Hoping for better times
What would you do?
Would you give up?
Or carry on too
 
While trying to better your self
No matter what
In life its self
Or maybe naught
 
Well who cares
As long as you know
You are that artist
Who will never let go
 
Of your dream
To be the best
Because this is real life
Which is one big test
 
With no first prize
In what you do
Except that feeling
Thats deep in you
 
So stand and be counted
Please have no fear
And one of these days
Will start a new year
 
As people read your words
And see what you do
Then maybe something will happen
That will change your life too
 
As your career takes a right turn
And blossoms over night
As the masses go mental
For what you simply write
 
With overall enjoyment
Because of who you are
For are that artist
Who has the power
 
To make people listen
To what you have to say
So never give up
No never no way
 
 
 


Sunday, 1 January 2012

Howling winds

Howling winds
Sleet and snow
What a disaster
This I know

Living in a tent
Right upon the shore
I’m I really crazy
Freezing to the core

Wondering why I do this
Stupid journey you see
I must be really daft
Don’y you all agree

Yet this is the life of an artist
That lives life to a degree
In the university of life
For everyone to see

Creating magic for fun
Which is unbelieveable too
Yet is this really worth it
Is it something you should do

Living out in freedom
Speaking to everyone you meet
Having lots of followers
And sometimes nothing to eat

Up against the weathers
Up against the law
Creating awesome magic
So natural and so raw

With the difficulty of madness
And the patience of a saint
Stacking pebbles into sculptures
Like an artist using paint

Creating many wonders
This was simply me
And I would do it again
For everyone to see

But because I was homeless
I wasn’t an artist in many eyes
And couldn’t get sponcership
Oh what a big surprise

Yet I have walked the coast
The only artist ever
Creating magic sculptures
Which looked really clever

With 6800 miles on foot
And 40+ beaches done
Over 2000 tonnes moved
Even though it was lots of fun

On a homeless awearness journey
That no ones ever done
Oh what a crazy journey
THANK YOU everyone

By Dr Geebers

Friday, 30 December 2011

Sitting at a computer

Sitting at a computer
Doing what I do
Creating many poetry rhymes
About life which are true

Along with some nonsence
With pen flying free
Bouncing to a crazy beat
For everyone to see

Along with many limericks
And much much more
I hope you enjoy these rhymes
That come right from my core

With some really long
And others really funny
About different things
Including my dear old mummy

With many many stories
That simply rhyme for free
To put smiles on peoples faces
Dr Geebers that is me

By Dr Geebers

I Was Getting It Going

I was getting it going
I was feeling it so fine
Iwas doing all the things
In perfect sunshine

I was getting all the heat
I was feeling it so great
I was doing all the things
That most people would hate

I was going with the flow
I was rhyming so free
I was saying all the things
In perfect harmony

I was feeling oh so good
I was enjoying it yes
I was feeling all the power
Oh what a perfect mess

I was copletely out of tune
I had no rythem in my soul
I hadn’t even a beat
I was way out of control

I was absolutely fumming
I was feeling the crunch
When someone said I was rubbish
So I gave them one good punch

Knocking them to the floor
In an unexspected way
Even though I was truely rubbish
He spoiled my perfect day

Which made me feel so angry
It wasn’t a good thing to do
As I was carted of to the cells
By the old boys in blue

By Dr Geebers

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Master Baboon And Hottie The Balloon

Master Baboon was out walking one day,
When something strange, happened I say.
That made him dance and skip along,
To the sound of the trees, whistling a song.

With the sun in the sky, shining so bright.
What a perfect day, what a perfect sight.
When all of a sudden, out of the blue.
Came something large, which grew and grew.

Now was it a bird, or was it a plane,
It couldn’t be, that’s completely insane.
Which came from behind, turning everything black
Even the sun, as a matter of fact.

“Oh no”. “Oh no”. What did I do?
It’s not that time”. He wondered to.
Then turning round, to his surprise,
He saw it big in front of his eyes.

A big balloon with basket below,
Coming at him, ever so slow.
“Hello. Hello and what is your name”,
Said the hot air balloon, ever so game.

“I’m Master Baboon and who are you”.
“I’m Hottie the Balloon, how do you do.
I take people way up in the sky,
So they can feel what its like to fly”.

“Oh Hottie, oh Hottie that sounds like fun”.
“It is, it is, would you like to come”.
“Oh please. Oh please, if your sure”.
“Give me a second and I’ll give you a tour.

Come on then, let’s fly, let’s fly,
Over the trees like birds in the sky”.
Said Hottie the balloon with a smile on his face,
As they left the ground heading for space.

Up, up, up and away,
Over the tree tops and far away.
Feeling the wind touching their face,
Oh what a sight, as the birds gave chase.

“Who’s that, who’s that”? Said Master Crow,
“It couldn’t be, never no.
By Jove it is, its Master Baboon.
And he’s flying in Hotties’ balloon.

How are you, enjoying your trip”.
Said Master Crow doing a back flip.
As Master Baboon watched him fall,
“I’m loving it”. He began to call.

“That’s good, that’s good, and I hope you do,
As life is magic up here to”.
Said Master Crow as he flew away,
“I hope you enjoy the rest of your day”.

“Oh thank you, oh thank you”, said Master Baboon,
Way up high in Hotties’ balloon.
“I hope I do now Master Crow,
Now have a safe journey and mind how you go”.

While seeing the sights from up in the sky,
He couldn’t believe it as he asked himself why.
The people where ants and rivers where snakes,
Why was this as a matter of fact?

With clouds all puffy like smoke in the sky,
With a hardly sound, he asked himself why.
While Hottie he blew to rise even more,
To give Master Baboon a view of the shore.

“Oh look Hottie what’s that I see,
Is that the ocean, or is that the sea”.
“Oh that’s the sea, my fury friend,
So shiny, so beautiful, right to its end”.

“Now those little dots, you see over there,
Those are boats my friend I swear”.
Pointed Hottie down to the sea,
“No way, no way, you’re kidding me”.

“No not at all, I wouldn’t do that”.
Said Hottie the balloon ever so flat.
As he dropped down out of the sky,
To show him the boats that passed them by.

“I see, I see, oh what you mean,
Oh aren’t they beautiful and really clean”.
Said Master Baboon so simple and free,
As they flew over, the boats in the sea.

“Oh what’s that stuff that’s yellow and brown?
That looks like custard spread over the ground”.
“Oh that’s the beach made up of sand,
Which comes between water and land.

“And what are those things that look like ants”.
“Oh those are humans in shorts and pants”.
“What are they doing all lying around”?
“Getting a sun tan so their skin goes brown”.

“Oh I see and those ones there,
They look like chocolate oh yes I swear.
Ever so dark and nearly black,
Are they misfits or a mistake”.

“No not at all it’s the way they are,
So don’t be racist oh by far”.
“Oh sorry mate I didn’t know”.
“Well now you do mind how you go”.

“So I will my little friend.
I’ll watch and learn and not pretend”.
“That’s good to hear now all the same,
But some of them liked to be game.

With guns and ropes, and traps that’s fair,
They’ll hunt and hunt, for you and Bear.
Along as there hungry and need food,
They’ll kill you all which is no good.

“Why is that, now Hottie you see”?
“Because humans are smart beyond you and me.
Even though we all bleed the same,
The humans believe that life is a game”.

“Oh is that right”. “Oh yes believe.
No matter what we need to achieve.
In this life there always on top.
Polluting and Killing and probably won’t stop”.

“Oh I see now Hottie my friend.
But life goes on now in the end.
No matter what we all can do,
We have to help these humans to”.

“Oh yes that’s right we need to do that,
We need to help them and have a good chat.
So we can keep breathing this lovely fresh air,
And keep our world green because we all care”.

Then with that it was time to go,
For Hottie the Balloon I hope you know.
“So bye bye Hottie”. Said Master Baboon.
“I hope I’ll see you some time soon”.

“No worries Mattie, you probably will.
Some time soon for another good thrill”.
“Well bye bye then till the next time”.
And Hottie shot of through the sunshine.

Up, up, up and away,
Went poor Hottie as he flew away.
Over the tree tops like a bird in the sky,
That’s it Hottie bye bye bye.

By Dr Geebers

Fiddle Sticks

Fiddle sticks
Fancy chicks
People doing
Awesome tricks

Get the fix
Spraying bricks
People creating
The ulimate mix

Finger flicks
Getting clicks
People wondering
Hope it sticks

Money ticks
Brains mix
People want
The ultimate fix

By Dr Geebers