Cleveland W. Gibson Poems

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Night Of The Unicorn

The day I saw the Unicorn
was like the day my
precious baby was born. I
remember the scintillating

Jeremy Jones

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

See Me, See You

You sit in the surreal
garden of your mind,
watching the epic
sky. But you never

I'M No Saint, Saint

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.

In The Silence

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


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

Love Song Of Naples

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

Our Kids' Rocking Horses

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

Hill Toss

There was a girl called
Jill, she lived with
brother Jack, on a
beautiful Hill. But the hill

Old Soldier

As I grow old I notice
the days talk to me. All
stand for good times
yet some need

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