Gary Scott Gebert

Rookie (05/31/62 / Milwaukee, WI)

Gary Scott Gebert
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Gary Scott Gebert, when hard-pressed will say it was April 3rd of 2002 when he made his first attempt at writing anything he would deem “poetic.” This coming from a man with a long history as a musician and songwriter. Prior to April 2002, Gary felt his songwriting outlets and collaboration with other musicians was enough. The impact these talented men and women had on his growth as a musician and songwriter is found in a multitude of songs, spanning the years, and proving Gary has the ability to focus and collaborate, while also retaining his inner voice. In his first poetic piece, “The Dark Cage, ” Gary speaks of his self, but more importantly offers understanding to others who may be as ... more »

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  • Linda Preston (3/27/2005 3:23:00 PM)

    I have just discovered Gary. He is very, very good. If he's not published he should be.

  • , , , (12/5/2004 4:29:00 PM)

    I have read much of your work, sir.

    and I have enjoyed so much indeed,
    with special admiration, for the poems,
    A Face In The Crowd and I'm Dying In My Dreams.

    You have, in these pieces, and others that I read,
    a great capacity, to combine
    depth, brilliance and integrity.

    Thank you for the warmed pleasure, I was able to walk away with.

  • James Grengs (10/20/2004 9:20:00 PM)

    Gary, I love your poems! they're dark, but it's the kind of dark that makes a person think about themself- it's all very good.
    ~James

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Best Poem of Gary Scott Gebert

Dead Flowers

Each day I walk through your garden,
which you toiled incessantly.
Giving life with those beautiful, elegant hands,
cultivating all within your careful touch.

Creation from nothing but insignificant seedlings,
helping them to stand erect for themselves.
Keeping warmth when needed,
a cool drink as the hot sun scorched.

I watched as you formed a paradise,
exquisiteness beyond all that I knew.
With color which couldn’t be described,
fragrances that no man could ever dream.

That angelic face shone the passion,
gave way to understanding ...

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