Cleveland W. Gibson Poems

The day I saw the Unicorn
was like the day my
precious baby was born. I
remember the scintillating
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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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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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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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As I grow old I notice
the days talk to me. All
stand for good times
yet some need
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