Bob Gibson Poems

Imprisoned and chained underground, her cries for help were all unfound
beaten and sexually abused, she whimpered day and night confused
left alone for weeks on end, food pushed through a hole a cold comfort friend
there's no way out all hope is gone, raped and beaten a familiar song
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Have you ever heard the clarity, of the bell birds song at dawn
its ring is so spectacular, such delicious sounds are born
next you'll hear the Tui's they'll be feeding on the flax
its white throat feathers warbling, neere a song it lacks
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Woman talk! they talk about their hairdo's their lovers and their life
Their inner most secrets, they display, their happiness and strife
She will hold no secrets from her friend, and she the same to her
They confide in one another other, a problem they will share!
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The sea gipsy

she's anchored in our sheltered bay, a fishing boat tonight will stay
a forard mooring rope made fast, engine's cut, anchor cast
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Today i saw the dolphins, feeding in the bay
a pod of almost forty, put on a grand display
they were heading south to the river mouth
where the tidal waters flow
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It was raining hard in Brooklyn, on a dark December day
A priest was passing a garage sale, that was on his way
His eye caught a tablecloth, it was red and with a cross
To cover up the damage of the plaster he had lost
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If I were a mouse I'd live in a house, by the sea with a wood fire burning
I'd warm my tail, read yesterdays mail, and listen to the bread maker churning
I'd put on a hat, watch out for the cat, take a stroll by the side of the sea
the shells I would roll while taking my stroll I think i'll take home with me!
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She waved him off and said goodbye
that blown kiss was just a lie
behind her smile and laughing eyes
no more would she fantasize
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Its half past two, the dead of night
four hours till the morning light
a bell it rings room number nine
a woman in labour, its her time
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Through the valley the Cessna flies
snow covered mountains, blue the skies
on a plateau of a thousand yards
we land in tussock and basalt shards
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