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. The Dark Cage 10/2/2004
23. Sedated 10/2/2004
24. A Tearing At The Seams 10/12/2004
25. Raining Blood 10/6/2004
26. Candles 10/12/2004
27. Autumn 10/20/2004
28. Belly Dancer 10/20/2004
29. Betraying Signs 10/20/2004
30. Naked 10/2/2004
31. Womb 12/5/2004
32. Marionettes 12/5/2004
33. Achluophobia 12/5/2004
34. Dead Flowers 3/18/2005
35. Hangman 10/20/2004
36. Floating To The Surface 10/12/2004
37. A Face In The Crowd 10/12/2004
38. I'M Dying In My Dreams 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

A Silent Goodbye

you say your cold
yet I lie here next to you

you say you’re happy
even as tears run down your face

you whisper sweet sayings
but in a foreign language I don’t recognize

you giggle at my jokes
yet you shout at me through those eyes

you’ve held my hand
but only with those black velvet gloves

you’ve uttered your dreams
though I’m never a part of them

you tell me lies
but somehow they are the truth

you have let go
however there’s a string attached

you’ve done your part
but there are puzzle pieces missing

you ...

Read the full of A Silent Goodbye

Wildflowers

A cerulean as never before seen,
with these eyes weary of unhappiness.

Accompanied by a brusque northern breeze,
which softly flows over naked skin.

I peer up at a magnificent canvas,
waiting for the first pat of the painter’s brush.

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