Marshal Gebbie : Writing

Victory to the Tunneler's

Victory to the Tunneler's

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


Eleven strong went in to bat When dusk was in the air, Eleven strong did face the wall For others had shown flair. They'd mustered up ..
Bridges Burnt

Bridges Burnt

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


Down her cheek there rolls a tear Lowered eyes reflect the fear She feels that others see the pain She tries to hide to mask the shame. ..
Prayer of the Baby Boomers

Prayer of the Baby Boomers

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


When I look into the mirror Each morning after dawn To peruse the wrinkled skin And slack musculature drawn, When I snore upon the couch Bef..
Sufferance of a B*****d Malady

Sufferance of a B*****d Malady

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


For such is this precarious life To have these souls haunt me so. To have the trammels of a lifetime endured, Re- broadcast in a rude suc..
Spirit of the Season

Spirit of the Season

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


Whist shopping in the mall last weekTo fill the Christmas tree,A derelict old soul held outHis grubby hand to me."Spare a copper for a cuppa mate?"He ..
 Special Hero

Special Hero

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


Special HerobyMarshal GebbieWhen I was little I would watchClint Eastwood on the tube,Rowdy Yates from RawhideIn black and white and crude.He played a..
Dispatch Self Control

Dispatch Self Control

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


Weighing brutality's candour is taxingFeeling the certainty, heavily dark,Sonorous mutterings echo in twilightWhitely, loquaciously, utterly stark.Pen..
Sad Limits

Sad Limits

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


In the fullness of timeThe state may be reachedWhere man’s comprehension,Embedded and beached,May run the gamutOf realms unconcievedAnd bring hi..
When You Live on the Wrong Side of Sixty

When You Live on the Wrong Side of Sixty

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


When you live on the wrong side of sixtyYou flirt with cold death every day,You suck sweet air in like nectarAnd you hold your breath and you pray,For..
A Passing Shadow

A Passing Shadow

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie


I felt his shadow pass me by That friend of mine from yesteryear, Long gone, his bones had turned to dust But still his laugh, I seem to hear. ..