Cleveland W. Gibson

The day I saw the Unicorn
was like the day my
precious baby was born. I
remember the scintillating
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Within the town of Wootton Bassett sadness showed, as I
froze to watch the funeral cortège pass me, and every dog
in the crowd with more than a moist eye. As the bell began
its solemn toll, the clang tore me apart, so in tribute I
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To the eternal rhythm of the Copper Kettle
drum, Bom, Bom. Bom, I heard the men
run, their fears always there, aflying
ahead. How not to see their wounds? Or
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Gypsy Rhonda from Wales, eyes
as black as coal, looked into the
Parson's soul. She warned: “Sky
is red, sea is blue, beware of
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I am haunted by the sound of mandolins
that sing out against the waves of the
sea. I'm new to the scene and what
happens as those mandolins scream out
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Wise men told how it came to pass,
St. Anthony strolled through fields of grass.
To him the tiger said with a ferocious grin,
Hairy lips quivered on a double chin.
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As a boy, I said, I wished we
kids might ride upon our
rocking horses for the rest of
our lives. My wish came true to
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You sit in the surreal
garden of your mind,
watching the epic
sky. But you never
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There was a girl called
Jill, she lived with
brother Jack, on a
beautiful Hill. But the hill
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One day in June, if the facts are known,
or was it that the myths have grown
about you see what lay in the sky on
view to all 'till the day we die.
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In bed,
On a silent night,
no whisper I hear,
as inward my mind
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On the Golden Beach, without a care, I saw the divine Goddess with sunlight shining in her long, blonde hair.

She brushed the sand from off her feet, flip-flopped past me into the street to buy a ball from a market stall, and then, back she danced to a hard rock beat.
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As I grow old I notice
the days talk to me. All
stand for good times
yet some need
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Look:
The streets shine Dragon Gold,
Blue monkey’s teeth chatter,
Children do what they’re told.
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Heed the jungle set in London where
man-animals thrive. Here lies sin, in
one enormous size. It's where junkies
seek solace in a place filled with
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Look God,
I met you but a moment,
my cry is never the same,
I feasted well on wonder,
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"No luck! No luck for me! I swing
on high tonight! " The Blind Man
cried bitter tears as he tugged the
make-believe rope around his neck.
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It is always the same.
Love is the name of that
terrible game. When you
decide to let me in I cry.
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I saw a man who's face did shine.
Not from beer or too much wine,
rather from what he clearly saw,
goodness, light and God's law.
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Lord, my enemies now are more
than I remember once before.

Then again what of my soul you see?
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