Steve Hancock

Some might say eccentric
Strumming potential strings
Searching for pure inspiration
The songs the crooner sings
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The ebony canvas of midnight
Spangled with intricate stars
Entice my gaze to wonder
Could there be such as life on Mars
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Fabricated steel of orange vermilion
Spanning the Golden gate Strait
A milieu backdropp of San Francisco
Of Marin headlands ornate
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Come Mortals
Mind venture with me
To the land
Of the living mortuary
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Oceanic ballerina
May liberty stay yours
As I watch in awe and wonder
From these cold and tethered shores
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Rainbow touched butterflies
A sun kissed saffron rose
The ritual dance of snowflakes
The autumn leafy blows
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Sacred horn of unicorn
Enchanted forest of old
Oh gypsy king such woe you bring
With prophecy foretold
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Curvaceous as voluptuous woman
Sawn cedar and rosewood grand
Contours of classic dreadnought
Crafted by Luthiers hand
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A stalagmite soaring protrusion
Such grandeur in chaos she keeps
Woven with threads of insomnia
The city they say never sleeps
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The essence of summers refuge
Cool shade and whispering sough
The essence of mornings dawn chorus
Resounding from copious bough
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Intricate snowflakes meander
Cascading snow upon snow
Sprinkles of makeshift snowman
Content in the cold wintry blow
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Industrious bees, laden with pollen
Lumber from flower, to flower
Exquisite blooms, of summer solstice
Adorning, the copious bower
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Midnight she comes like a phantom
Her cloak of darkness and fear
Weaving her shadows of madness
In the depths of my eyes they adhere
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A withered rose of solace
Lies strewn upon cold weathered stone
An epitaph to chivalrous heroes
Unforsaken but somehow unknown
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Pearls of morning dew
Glisten in heavenly sun
On velvet petalled purity
Where life itself begun
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Drifting like a Loggerhead turtle
Tranquil waters of aquamarine
Immersed in cool saturation
Liquid heaven of pure hippocrene
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Suffer oh summer skies
In sombre shades of grey
A trail of thunder nimbus
Crescendos across the day
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Slivers of wood phosphorous crowned
To vibrant flames do burst
To commence the pageant of 1605
In honour of king James I
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In the midst of amber oscillation
The custodian stands forlorn
His eerie but sole existence
Preserves the temptatious corn
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