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

By Dr Geebers

Oh Dear No

Oh dear no
Hear we go
Waking up
In Perfect flow
Singing away
Day by day
Even though
I can’t I say
Making noise
Playing with toys
I’m an adult
Who enjoys
Life at best
The perfect guest
One big child
In a colourful vest
But do I care
If people stare
Or if i’m going bald
And loosing my hair
No not at all
With the wonder wall
For I am me
No Barbie Doll
Who enjoys life
Through sacrifice
With a gentle
Throw of the dice
Win or lose
It’s what I choose
Because life’s a gamble
And full of booze
So here we go
In perfect flow
Living real life
I hope you know

By Dr Geebers

Master Floppy Does Things Sloppy

Master Floppy was a stupid fool,
In many a different way,
Especially when he was at school,
Trying to learn each day.

But could he get to grips with class,
Well no he couldn’t you see,
For he would stare out through the glass,
And watch the birds so free.

Flying in and flying out,
Through the leaves of green,
Drifting of without a doubt,
Into a little dream.

“If I had wings and I could fly”.
Is what he said so free?
“Right up to you there in the sky,
And join you in the tree”.

“Oh is right now Master Floppy”.
His teacher said out loud,
“Well if you could then I would copy,
And join you in your cloud”.

Then with that he came to,
With laughter all around,
Because he knew what he did do?
When making a choking sound.

“Oh I’m glad to hear your back,
Among your many friends,
I hope you did enjoy the crack,
And may it never ends.

Now what’s the answer to my sum.
That I didn’t say”?
“Oh, sorry sir”? He acted dumb,
For he was far away.

“I thought as much you little brat”.
He stamped his foot down hard,
“Now listen hear you little rat,
You listen in my yard.

Now one plus one plus two plus four,
Equals what”? He said,
As he went over to the door,
Scratching at his head.

“Oh let me see now, let me think,
Oh what the answer could be”.
With his face now going pink,
He counted one two three.

Using his fingers all the way,
To get his answer out,
“Oh it’s eight”. He did say,
Without a single doubt.

“That’s good that’s good now keep it up,
And don’t you drift away,
For you are hear to learn with luck,
The things you need each day”.

But would he listen I think not,
For he was of again,
Drifting, drifting on a yacht,
While twiddling with his pen.

Crashing through the open waves,
With dolphins all around,
Seeing simple things so brave,
Away from his home town.

With his little fishing rod,
Laying by his side,
His head began to start to nod,
And his mouth now opens wide.

Then he started to really snore,
In the middle of class,
While dreaming of a sandy shore,
And a bikini on some lass.

“Wake up wake up you waste of space”.
His teacher now did roar,
Then came across now in his face,
And shouted again once more.

“What, what, what”? Said Master Floppy,
Wiping at his eyes,
“You will write me out a copy,
Of what this now applies.

For I have had enough of you,
Sleeping in my class,
So you will write out what to do,
Or you will never pass.

All the things you need to do,
To keep ones self awake,
And to make it better for you,
You’ll do it through lunch and break”.

So Master floppy done his task,
The stupid little fool,
So he would never sleep in class,
And break this stupid rule.

The End

© 2008 By Dr. Geebers.
All Rights Reserved.

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

Guns And Bombs

Guns and bombs,
Women and thongs,
People sitting down,
Writing songs.

Drink and drugs,
Criminals and thugs,
People all thinking,
That they are all mugs.

Love and hate,
Friends and mates,
People should know,
That they are great.

Beauty and beast,
Madness and peace,
Respect is the answer,
Now surely at least.

By Dr Geebers

The Poets Rhyme

From time to time we use our mind,
To do the things to create a rhyme.
With words that shine, from line to line,
To create magic, of a different kind.

Some short, some long, some right, some wrong,
Some put to music to make a song.
Which makes us strong like King Kong?
And shows us all where we belong.

Because this is us without fuss,
As we are poets who have things soused.
With lots of trust and passion and lust,
To share with others from morning till dusk.

By Dr Geebers

Loving It

A seeing all the things a deep in your mind,

A keeping them a going from a time to time,

A seeing all your words in a rhythm and rhyme,

Isn’t it fine?

A keeping it a going with the flow,

A seeing all the things that you do know,

With an understanding oh, oh, oh,

Here we go.

A jumping up and down and a moving around,

From place to place, town to town,

While hearing the beat, the beat of the sound,

All around.

While saying what you say in words unique,

And doing all the things that you speak,

So turn up the volume to its peak,

Now that’s cheek.

So a here a we a go a what’s it going to be,

A listening to the madness that we all see,

While doing all the things in life for free.

Yes soiree.

While jumping up and down and moving around,

From place to place, town to town,

While hearing the beat, the beat of the sound,

All around.

By Dr Geebers

Silly Little Rhymes

Silly little rhymes
Is what I only got
That are completely nonsence
Oh what a rot

Even all the neighbours
Hate these rhymes too
But do I really care
Should I really stew

I don’t think so
Because this is life for me
Writing down rhymes
That simply come free

Without a single care
Or even main concern
Since I am harming no one
Through what I want tu learn

But when the truth comes out
And write it down too
Then people understand me
And the simple rhymes I do

Even though they may be angry
And full of lots of hate
It’s nice to write for everyone
So others can relate

Which makes it hard for poets
Who like to rhyme you see
Even though they rhyme nonsence
They rhyme to a degree

But most never get paid
Since their up against the wall
Thats why so many poets don’t make it
Because they can’t rise tall

Yet silly little rhymes
Is what I like to do
So go knock yourself out
Go on read one or two

by Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man From Berlin

There was a young man from Berlin,

Who got his head stuck in a bin,

While looking for his phone,

When hearing its tone,

With spaghetti all over his chin.

By Dr Geebers

Happy Days Come Again

Happy days come again
For one and all to have fun
So please have areally good time
With a Happy New Year for everyone

By Dr Geebers