Patrick van der Loos Poems

A shadow of clouds on the horizon
Tall, dark and brooding, with sun kissed peaks
Reminding me of home,
Childhood memories
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When the game is over
And you are tired of playing
When the score's been counted
And the fickle crowds have found a new spectacle
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The stars shine bright in the clear morning air.
Not a cloud can be seen as Jack Frost goes about
His crystalline dance upon the streets of the world.
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While the rest of the world breaks free from a week of drudgery,
He holes himself up with the very instruments which others seek to escape from.
A mean of writing, and paper.
Crooked neck and aching hands,
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Mechanical music lost to the nearest pages of history
A dance of metal and ribbon
Incomprehensible to the children of today
An idea of a machine locked inside
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Faith, its the saviour of all.
A test of wits.
Less a fault of mind,
Than a show of spirit.
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This is the start of something new.
This isn't where it ends.
A single breath stands not alone.
Life goes on.
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The clock keeps ticking.
All the hours of a day.
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Don't go throwing it all away,
You don't know where the path
You are on will lead you.
Don't go throwing it all away,
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