Gary Scott Gebert

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

Gary Scott Gebert Poems

1. Wildflowers 10/2/2004
2. Somebody Else 3/26/2005
3. Teabag 3/26/2005
4. Hummingbird 3/27/2005
5. Hollow 3/26/2005
6. My Last Breath 3/26/2005
7. My Struggle Within 3/26/2005
8. Waterfall 3/18/2005
9. Atlantic Waves 10/20/2004
10. Writer's Block 10/6/2004
11. Numb-Bers 7/22/2005
12. Morning 2/11/2012
13. Collected 2/11/2012
14. Voice 2/11/2012
15. Bath 2/11/2012
16. Lemonade 2/11/2012
17. Winter's Rose 2/14/2012
18. Little Birds 11/2/2013
19. Dust Bunny 2/11/2012
20. For Heather 2/11/2012
21. Snow Angel 2/11/2012
22. A Tearing At The Seams 10/12/2004
23. Raining Blood 10/6/2004
24. Candles 10/12/2004
25. The Dark Cage 10/2/2004
26. Autumn 10/20/2004
27. Belly Dancer 10/20/2004
28. Betraying Signs 10/20/2004
29. Naked 10/2/2004
30. Womb 12/5/2004
31. Marionettes 12/5/2004
32. Achluophobia 12/5/2004
33. Sedated 10/2/2004
34. Hangman 10/20/2004
35. Floating To The Surface 10/12/2004
36. A Face In The Crowd 10/12/2004
37. I'M Dying In My Dreams 10/6/2004
38. A Silent Goodbye 10/6/2004
39. Cold Shower 10/2/2004
40. Anathema 10/12/2004

Comments about Gary Scott Gebert

  • 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.

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  • , , , (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

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 ...

Read the full of Dead Flowers

Hummingbird

The sun shone today,
leaving a ray of hope on the pillow.
Caressed gently by the warm breeze,
I pretend to sleep.

Lying here next to you,
I listen, hearing your shallow breath.
Content to watch an angel,
slowly emerge from secret dreams.

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