Gerry Thibeault

Joined December 2025

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aspiring poet working on his first chapbook of poetry...

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Honorable Mention in The Last Flame Challenge

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Lessons in Circumstance in Recorded History
Sure, it’s true, —the coach is not always the best player but it’s a team sport anyways. The game changes, the power shifts
By Gerry Thibeault23 days ago in Poets
The Art of Noise
I guess it could be looked at as art. Cluttered messages hung with tape and tacks. Some are thoughtful with tear away tabs,
By Gerry Thibeault23 days ago in Poets
I Feel I Am Ageing in Earth Years
I Feel I Am Ageing in Earth Years With all its windows reflecting, Sameness gawks at what is left of self on the edge of a farm.
By Gerry Thibeault24 days ago in Poets
single cut flower
single cut flower warmed with its own breath hangs free ghost feet within reach
By Gerry Thibeault25 days ago in Poets
A Poets Introduction
Hello Vocal Media, it’s nice to be here—all the stories and the challenges are cool. I read and write poetry and there is plenty to read here. I’ve been writing poetry for about five maybe six years now. I will share many poems here—also share some of my favorite books and authors of poetry.
By Gerry Thibeault26 days ago in Poets
Yellow. Honorable Mention in The Last Flame Challenge.
I went to my thesaurus to find a word, a word I could use in place of yellow. I was trying to write a poem
By Gerry Thibeaultabout a month ago in Poets
Crossing Thin Ice Like a Polar Bear
Roots and Branches, hardly a metaphor for living on this cold December full moon night I sit thinking of April. Even the birds don’t want
By Gerry Thibeaultabout a month ago in Poets
Season 22
It is so profound how I don't think about it anymore. With nature on its way out I packed melancholy into an airtight jar and put it on the shelf beside the jar
By Gerry Thibeaultabout a month ago in Poets
Music as a Metaphor
Music as a Metaphor It is desire that brings me to the city then back to the country. I spend sleepless nights listening to traffic
By Gerry Thibeaultabout a month ago in Poets
Domiciliary Animals
Domiciliary Animals If I was disposition, annually a new ring. Of all around, a gnawing animal comforts. A thousand crimson warriors carry a soggy
By Gerry Thibeaultabout a month ago in Poets