Master Supremacy Introduction

Master Supremacy was a young boy,
Who liked to go to school,
Until one day which did annoy,
He broke his mothers rule.

“Stick to the roads and go striaght there.
Listen do you hear?”
“I do mum and know that’s fair,
I hear you crystal clear”.

Yet this day on his bike,
He decided to stop and stare,
At something strange he seemed to like,
But was it really there?

Then with a flash it was gone,
Flying through the air,
What was it? what was wrong?
Was it really there?

He shook his head and peddled fast,
Until he hit a bump,
Crash bang wallope it flew past,
Giving him a thump.

Making him feel anger,
Making him feel fear,
Was he really in danger,
As he shed a single tear.

By Dr Geebers

Check out Master Supremacy chapter 1

Dodger Dodger Oh Where Can You Be

Dodger Dodger oh where can you be
I’m travelling on busses completely free
Going here going there it’s funny you see
I’ve even become a celebrity on T.V.
I’m getting well fed breakfast and tea
Yet i’m only a cat that loves travelling you see
So listen all cats if you want to be me
Jump on the next bus and enjoy life for free

By Dr Geebers

Jimmy’s Christmas Day

It was Christmas Eve,
And all was well,
At Jimmy’s house,
So he could tell.

With not a whisper,
Or even a sound,
For Jimmy was sleeping,
So it was found.

All snuggled up,
Comfy in bed,
Hoping that Santa,
Would be well fed.

As he would bring presents,
Upon his sleigh,
For him to open,
The very next day.

That would make him smile,
With pure delight,
To bring him magic,
Oh yes that’s right.

“Wake up, wake up,
It’s Christmas Day,
With snow all around,
Hooray, hooray”.

Shouted young Jimmy,
As he awoke,
And ran down the stairs,
Cracking a joke.

Through the door,
Into the room,
“Aaaaaahhhhh. He shouted,
And began to boom.

“Oh no, oh no,
What’s happened here?
Oh no, oh no”,
He shouted in fear.

“What’s up, what’s up”,
His dad did say,
“Don’t tell me now,
He’s not come today”.

“He’s ate his pie,
He’s ate his cake,
He’s drunk his beer,
Make no mistake.

But where’s my presents,
That I don’t see,
Not one dad,
Under our tree”.

“What do you mean?
You must be joking”.
Said his dad,
Nearly choking.

As he got up,
To have a look,
While stumbling over,
On a book.

“Oh what’s this noise?
Oh what’s this racket?
Hold on my son,
I’m coming to check it”.

And then with that,
He got a shock,
There were no presents,
But an empty sock.

Nor a computer,
Or a TV,
They had been burgled,
So he could see.

Which made him angry?
And totally wild,
As Jimmy cried,
The poor young child.

“Come here my son,
Its ok,
I promise you now”,
His mum did say.

Then with that,
There was a bang,
At their gate,
Where it did hang.

Which made them run?
Into the back,
It was the thief’s,
Make no mistake.

“Stop, stop, stop,
Who ever you are”,
Shouted his dad,
To the ones in a car.

But would they listen,
Oh no way,
No not at all,
This Christmas day.

Until it happened,
Out of the blue,
When a neighbour,
Seen this to.

Which made him run?
Into his yard,
Open his gates,
By pulling them hard.

Then jumped into,
His brand new car,
Starting it up,
The crazy star.

Revved it slightly
And then let it rip,
Reversing it,
Oh what a hit.

Stopping the thief’s,
Dead in their tracks,
To give poor Jimmy,
His Christmas back.

“Oh thank you sir”,
Jimmy did cry,
“It’s ok my son,
It’s Christmas that’s why”.

“Now call the police”,
His dad did say,
“It’s done already,
There on their way”.

Shouted his mum,
Inside their door,
Feeling so happy,
About Christmas once more.

Then the police arrived,
And arrested the crooks,
Who didn’t get away?
With the things they took.

So Jimmy was happy,
Now wouldn’t you,
For poor young Jimmy,
Knew what to do.

And that’s enjoy Christmas,
Which is a must?
With family and friends,
The ones he can trust.

So have a Merry Christmas,
And a happy new year,
No matter what happens,
It’s Christmas you hear.

The End

© 2008 By Dr. Geebers.
All Rights Reserved.

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

There Was A Young Man Called Mark

There was a young man called Mark,

Who had a really big heart,

When seeing a man,

All covered in jam,

He shouted. “What’s up you tart”.

By Dr Geebers

Honkey Dorey

Honkey dorey
Jack’n’orey
Oh please come
And tell us a story
Oh dear no
Please don’t bore me
That’s no good
Please don’t acknore me
Come on mum
In all your glory
Please come read and read us
A Bedtime story
Because we love you
Honkey dorey
And we want to
Hear Jack’n’orey

By Dr Geebers

Check out Dr Geebers Other Web Blogs

drgeebersnecklaces      This blog has been set up for people who like personalised and none personalised jewellery.

Dr Geebers Cards            This blog has also been set up for people who like personalised greeting cards, birthday cards, christmas cards, unusual cards, get well soon cards etc.

Dr Geebers Rhyming Stories        This blog is another poetry blog with a difference. This was set up to publish Dr Geebers Rhyming stories. Chidrens stories, crazy stories, rhyming novels etc.

Dr Geebers Pebble Art       This website was set up by a member of public on my behalf as I walked the coast of the U.K. creating loose pebble sculptures on beaches. I walked 6800 miles, created art on 40+ beaches and moved over 2000 tonnes off pebbles/stones to create these works of art. I am currently writing a book about my experiences, some good, some bad and the proceeds of the book will go to help homeless charities throughout the U.K. If bought outside U.K. then 3rd world countries will be helped out also. http://www.dr-geebers-pebble-art.co.uk

There Was A Young Boy Called Ranta

There was a young boy called Ranta
Who liked to drink cans of Fanta
When along came a coke
Dressed up for a joke
Trying to say he was Santa

By Dr Geebers

JESUS CHRIST

Justify the love of God,
Each day when you feel down,
So you can see what this man means,
Utmost is what we found.
Showing us what he’s made of,

Completely for you and I,
Helping those who need help,
Rise up before they die.
In total harmony and total praise,
So we can do our best,
To show the love that we all hold,

For peace we must confess.

© By Dr Geebers 2008

All Rights Reserved

The Pebbleman

The Pebbleman hes so sound,
Hes making his journey coastal bound.
With his art which is cool,
Or really is he a stipid fool.
Risking his life on the open road,
To help others who r no fixed abode.
Because hes simple u will find,
Or really has he lost his mind.
For Dr Geebers Is his name,
THE PEBBLEMAN so simple but plain.

By Dr Geebers

Check out http://www.dr-geebers-pebble-art.co.uk and see the real story for yourself. 6800 miles on foot, 40+ beaches and over 2000 tonnes of pebbles and stones moved by hand.