Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

My Mini Biography

I wrote a fairly entertaining biography of my life for a job I applied to at Nickelodeon a couple months ago. Should I incorporate some of this into my "About" section on here?


Stephanie Gibree had a lot of trouble learning how to ride a bike and rode a scooter until she was nine years old. She was not a natural athlete. However, she was born an artist! People often referred to her as a character. This trait began to manifest in her life quite literally at the whim of her parents.


 


To achieve the simplicity of bedtime, her father had to pretend his home was a hotel and that Stephanie was a little old lady in search of a room for the evening. She would not go to bed until she was given a full tour and found a room that was satisfactory. At age 5, her mother was instructed to assist and include her imaginary friend, ‘The Professor’ in their daily lives.  This included things like setting an extra place for him at the table and buckling him into his own car seat.


 


Thankfully, Stephanie is much easier to work with now and applies her sense of character into the world of animation. A perfect career choice fueled from strong imaginations.


 


Stephanie spent time crafting her skills and her passion only grew. She enrolled herself in a life drawing class outside of school and listened with intent all the way to the front door of Massachusetts College of Art and Design. Upon acceptance, her long awaited journey into animation began. She produced work centered in children's media, experimented in an array of mediums and absorbed feedback from fellow classmates and friends.


 


Stephanie now abides by the phrase “Do not be afraid to fail.” She believes that being an artist takes courage, not just for slaying dragons, but also for challenging limits and reaching one’s dreams. This spirited girl is currently on the hunt for her dream job in the animation industry. Look out, she hugs!





Friday, May 4, 2012

"Catch of the Night" © Typed


“Catch of the Night”
By Stephanie Gibree


Where do we come from?
Look up at the sky!
At first we are stars.
Shining and shy.
We need some help
To catch our momma’s eye.

That’s where Frank comes in…

While we are sleeping snug in our beds,
Frank the fisherman comes out instead.
He goes to his roof and prepares his line,
Wonders what he is going to find.

He makes his first cast into the night.
Waits and waits…
Until he feels a bite.
Sometimes he gets the unexpected or odd.
Throws them back and continues his job.

The stars bob and swim
Until he reels them in
And then off in his basket
For deliverin’.

Frank is as fit as a fiddle
Frank is 5,643,569,274 years little.

In all the years he’s fished for me and you
He hasn’t caught his own star
Not one or even two!

He imagines each star to say,
“I’m yours! I belong to you!”
But instead he hears,
“I’m not yours! I belong to Mr. and Mrs. Laroo.”
Or whatever indeed is true.

Nibble nibble
Twinkle Twinkle****

No bites tonight.

Then  
a hard tug
gives Frank a fright
He PULLS
and YANKS
WITH ALL HIS MIGHT

H e ’ s  p u l l e d  t o  h i s  t o e s
What will
 H
A
P
P
E
N
Who knows?

Will Frank get pulled up?

He slides down the roof,
Buuuumps his head 
And chips a tooth.

The shingles give out one by one
Frank thinks he a goner, he’s done!

Poor Frank…

He thinks:
“The Stars have never given me so much grief!”
But then
Frank sees a burst of relief…

A light so bright,
The sky it tore right through!
I didn’t see that coming,
Did you?

He clenched his eyes so tight
For it was way too bright
The chill of night was gone
The warmth of day pushed on

“Frank, I’m yours! I belong to you!
I’m 1,000,000,000,002”
Frank had found his Star
The words rang true.

It was his son.

It was our Sun that lights our days
And warms us with its golden rays.

The warmth on his body sank to his heart
For they were no longer apart.

The years have been outrun!
Our time has just begun!
                                                                                              But Frank I am the Sun.
                                                                                            Its my heart you’ve won.


Every cast I’ve made was wrong
        But I’ve been with you all along.