D.N. Rebb
D.N. Rebb Poems
Left my home town just before six am
The right thumb was my only ride
Someone finally stopped, thank you ma'am
Heading to the city that has nothin' to hide
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I once wanted it all
But now search no more
As I let inner peace soar
And watch others now crawl
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Is your sky still blue,
Mr. President?
Telling nonsense truth
Of fake news you dreamt
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I thought the path would lead to a more familiar purpose
Wandering in silence; alone
I used to enjoy the soundtrack of the birds,
The freshness of the sun,
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I write really bad poetry
Someone called me dilettante
No idea what that even meant
So I had looked it up to see
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No choice on being born, no pick on the given scene
Hidden skills discovered on life's journey; the world, too, unaware
As the years go by, for some, death's a reward, or perhaps a refreshment
Reminisce running bare through the field, never alone though
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With eyes wide open
Leering the acoustical ceiling
Unable to communicate
Counting every hole in each tile
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Your laces are untied
You could trip n' fall
And hurt yourself
So why not just
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Flat like a prairie drive
Round like a knights table
Italian like tragic opera
Sauce like homemade love
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You're like a poem waiting to be written
Like a luscious fruit, yet not forbidden
A golden statue for all to worship
A fine speckle of yellow gold stirred up
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PART 1 - THE HOSPITAL ROOM
The room, consumed in mournful silence
Labored breathing echoes between the concrete walls
Out in the lobby, plenty of action, in here it feels timeless
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Going through life like a calm breeze
Balancing struggles to keep things at ease
Achieving little goals for us to appease
Finding lost time to continue to breathe
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In the valley of the Kings
Hidden in the debris of another
Through a plaster-filled doorway
A most preserved pharaoh
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Stolen youth, beneath future tarps
Found public peace, though not all shared
Emptiness, in memory parks
Why then the tall giraffes, were spared
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With mischievous cheeks so rosy
And transparent ice as thick as thieves
A song is playing in my head
As we clasp one hand mutually
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Desire has such better meaning to the young and the dauntless
Those not searching for empty havens that will come back to haunt us
Astonishments and rekindled love are the topics of discuss
And that prank, that's now classic
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Golden falcon,
It's time to leave
Soar free as planned
You must believe
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After the first day of spring,
In beautiful Williamsville
How many years has it been?
Since those pale grey eyes instilled
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D.N. Rebb Biography
Dieter Norbert Rebowski, originally born in Germany, now resides with his wife in Ontario Canada. Together they had raised four children into adults and are now in the grandparent stage of life. To kill boredom during the Covid lock-down, D.N. Rebb (or Diane, as his friends call him) only started writing in 2020 and has since self-edited/published a series of poetic books called Written Words, and the first two books of an upcoming series called Poetry Between The Prose And 'Logues Of Nefunk. (available through Amazon) . (D.N. Rebb is also a complete pseudonym!) As a hobby, D.N. has perfected the art of hydroponically farming escargot. He is a proud part time modern day heliciculturist. D.N. came second in his age group to finish the biannual backwards hike at the Lioness's Head Loop Of the Spruce Trail. D.N. shares his home with a 140lbs mountain lion, called Pussy, that his wife found as a stranded kitten on vacation in the Yukon a few years back. She thought it was a domestic shorthair lost in the woods. D.N. has unsuccessfully attempted the latest trend of indoor bee keeping to aid in the decline of the world's bee population. D.N. as a young man, had signed up to be one of the first inhabitants to colonize Mars. At the time of this writing, the space-ship to take everyone there had still not been completed. He keeps reminding his wife that he might need to leave with very little warning. Say Hi - [email protected])
The Best Poem Of D.N. Rebb
Hitchhike
Left my home town just before six am
The right thumb was my only ride
Someone finally stopped, thank you ma'am
Heading to the city that has nothin' to hide
My heart and wallet were both empty
Only hope and inspiration led the way
The old lady was kind and handed me a twenty
But she was heading to the other side of the bay
So, I kept hitching and it started to rain
Finally a transport stopped, says he's going my way
He was an interesting chap, with one smart brain
Testing of what he had learned in all the yesterdays
He entertained me with his hearty singing
In perfect rhythm with the interval wipers
Smiling, I tried to keep the beat with simultaneous clapping
Just adored this remarkable man's artistic flair
When not melodic, he talked about inner peace
Said, no one can take away what is ultimately yours
It has no value for anyone to unkindly cease
Only let God muddle with your inner affairs
No one ever spoke of religion where it all made sense
This dear man must have had Jesus on his side
Then he spoke of his dead wife, which made him quite tense
In silence we drove on, the topic leaving him very teary-eyed
We reached downtown as the morning sun came up
He pulled over and told me something I'll never forget
If you're thirsty, don't be afraid to hold out your cup
Every storm will eventually stop being upset
Appointed time does heal all superficial wounds
And the lord will always be beside you when you're down
Know of the ones you need to make amends
When things get hectic, just don't frown
The sun will come up again tomorrow
There's always new auspicious beginnings
And with that, he said he had to go
And he left me on the side of the road grinning
D.N. Rebb Comments
D.N. Rebb Quotes
Every once in a while I need to eat at Arby's to remind myself that I don't like eating at Arby's.
The difference between religion and faith is you only need two things, the Creator and prayer, in faith. The rest, which at times breeds animosity and hate, is religion.
Don't fret too much for the Top 1% Earners; if the rich stop getting richer, we're all in trouble.
True love is like the moon. Sometimes there's only a glimpse; but it's always there.
He who is late for dinner, must eat what is left over.
Maybe Adonis was just gay.
When a man is down, and he knows it, he doesn't need to be stepped on
You'd be better off if you stop thinking you deserve better
Some say God is a woman; perhaps, Satan is too.
Remember, only U can turn a moose into a mouse.
Let love remain beautiful; but let sex be dirty forbidden sin
You can't give an answer, if you didn't understand the question
If it's the same music I've always listened to, is it still Retro?
Why are those, who walk on thin ice, always surprised when they fall through?
If love is white and black is hate, how does one describe the grey?
Auld tradition creates remodeled judgement
Just remember, the one you tag as a pagan, thinks the same of you. (in reference to my poem 'Standup Pagan')
A wedding without dancing is just a dinner.
Love is temporary. No matter how hard you try, you will eventually grow tired of each other.
Life without compromise is a lonely one.
A lone masturbator is an oxymoron
No matter where you are in the world, you are always halfway between Nirvana and Dystopia.
If your cottage has two dishwashers, it no longer is a cottage
Imagine how different the world would be if marriage licences came with expiration dates
There are no exterminators for thirty-year-old teenagers lingering in ones basement
The only way to handle the elephant in the room is to tame it
If it was only my dog and I left in the world, and she would, too, eventually die, would I only then be lonely.
God was either cruel or had a dark sense of humor when he created opposites to attract. Would similar things not be happier together, with less compromise?
don't worry, it's only four years
I'm fifty-eight years old and still don't know what I want to be when I grow up
Reading a book is similar to watching its two hour counterpart Hollywood movie; as long as you hit the pause button at every scene, observing and, in detail, mentally describing all that is seen, also pausing for every character and imagining what they are thinking or how some angle from their past is having an impact in this present moment. It might take you about hundred hours, or so, to watch this two hour movie this way. Then again, you might as well just read the damn book.
Reality is harsh, unless you sugar-coat it.
Thumbs, though silent, dictate with such volume
There are two types of poets on Poemhunter, I have noticed. Those who write a poem and wait for another fellow poet to rate it. And those who strangely give their own poem a five star rating. There must be a word for that.
No one ever looks at a baby and says this will be a drug addict some day
When you preTEND long enough, you TEND to believe it yourself
Maybe your best wasn't the better option
Any breed of dog that requires a finger to cleanse their rectum should have never been domesticated
If your mind is too hurtful, you should not speak it
A bit tongue always bleeds
If a wink is followed by a 'Trust Me', someone is usually up to no good
I like to (fill in blank) , because (fill in blank) , but unfortunately (fill in blank)
It's not enough to be happy, you have to be happy together
the definition of retirement is: - never having to set an alarm clock again - never having to listen to a traffic report again - never having a clock advising when I'm hungry
Do you mean it / When you say it / Or just say it
If you have time to get on your horn, then you have time to step on your brakes. So, shut-up!
A real vampire does not nibble.
Digging your own grave is not the same as killing time.
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