
Into the surf – drawn towards rocky crags
One man against nature’s fury
As malevolent spirits – seawards prepare to him drag
Padre
Into the surf – drawn towards rocky crags
One man against nature’s fury
As malevolent spirits – seawards prepare to him drag
Padre
Crisp and white
With a wonderful view
Sadly, not really much to do
Padre
“A little space to be creative” were the words upon the page she read
She hadn’t really thought about the fact that the page was on the bed
But he had things on his mind, which that night to creation led
Padre
For a Halloween costume I had to fudge it
Here’s my “Headless Man” suit
That was within my budget
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In wooded climes they built a hall
Of shingled roof and shingled wall
Abundant cedar-cladding they did install
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House in the woods – secluded retreat
A place to escape the crowds that you daily meet
A time for quiet, a time to rewind, before returning to the daily grind
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A unique glimpse
Of an ancient land
Taken from an urban taxi stand
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Cairo:
All is ready, it’s time to go
To the place with learning to bestow
As normality’s return we undergo
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Vincent was a vandal, you see
Though he claimed it was artistry
But his work has still left an impression* on me
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*I know that there is some debate as to whether Van Gogh was actually an Impressionist, but it fit the poem and it was fun.
That you’ve not seen a unicorn
Is easy to explain, you see
It is because they are often stuck in a tree
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