Comments on: the fibbers gallery

By: Rebecca Sabin

Rebecca Sabin — Wed, 06 May 2009 09:46:20 +0000

your
eyes
blue like
tiles in a
pool make me think that
I’ve drowned. I’m a sweet water ghost.

By: Bob Crittenden

Bob Crittenden — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:00:43 +0000

Reds
thrashed
Real
then Man U
and Aston Villa
Rafa wants more, soon he might smile.

Del
bought
her pearls
their beauty
made all her friends gasp
he smiled at his gullible girl

Nick
stole
a ring
from the shop
to impress his girl
but her dad was a detective

By: Mary-Jane Grandinetti

Mary-Jane Grandinetti — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 15:49:35 +0000

The Fib Review, an online Fibonacci poetry journal, is currently accepting submissions for the upcoming fourth issue due to be posted late spring 2009.

Submissions of Fibonacci style poetry can be submitted to musepiepress@aol.com before the April 24th deadline. Please make sure you type “For the Fib Review” in the email subject line. Submit plain text only in the body of the email. No attachments will be accepted. Contact the editor of the Fib Review at the same email address if you have questions. http://www.musepiepress.com/fibreview/intro.html

By: Peter Mahoney

Peter Mahoney — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 12:10:44 +0000

love
will
never
say what is,
only promises
which cannot ever be given

By: K. Costa

K. Costa — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 13:27:15 +0000

‘Out!
Out
damned spot!
Out, I say!
The smell of blood. What’s
done cannot be undone. To bed.’

By: D Linden

D Linden — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 16:03:48 +0000

I
Have
Three warts
My surgeon
Is taking them off
They are my excuse
for lack of offers of kisses

By: Bob Crittenden

Bob Crittenden — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 07:00:40 +0000

Here
lies
despot
weighed by wealth
powered by goldfinger
outwitted by the gilt edge bond.

By: Bob Lock

Bob Lock — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 15:03:15 +0000

I’ve
tried
to wear
clothes of all
kinds and descriptions
But the cat’s pyjamas itch me

By: Bob Lock

Bob Lock — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:56:56 +0000

I
was,
some say,
always a
superstitious type.
I don’t think I am now… touch wood

By: Bob Lock

Bob Lock — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:55:34 +0000

Free!
To
good home,
a poem
with barely used rhyme.
A gift to you, it once was mine