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Written for the Iron maiden " Tears of a Clown" song contest sponsored by Robert James L

S t r e n g t h ~ a somersaulting sigil you wear in stillness, when the gold of ascending dawn kisses the skin of sleeping sand, when the skylark softly serenades serenity for the unseen, while I trace the running lifelines behind your magical masquerade, for you’ve long been a hyacinth healer ~ a poetic feeler, quick to paint smiles from the dripping sangria of sorrow, filling the air with mellifluous mantras, as you stand, lips tinged with salt, from thunderstruck drumbeats lost in the circus of l i f e, where kindness is labeled as manipulation, and empathy is dismissed like an empty sign of weakness… O silent warrior, hope-weaver, disguised as a jester, to speak the truth of tears, must the moon in your soul spin puns with riddled regrets, mimicking remorseful cracks of yesterday’s hiccups, perhaps it is beneath unmoving clouds that the crystalline gates of russet-warm eyes shall reveal the sun within spoken satire, for you’ve been a performer wearing wounds and pain, stitched with neon confetti ~ a magnetic sight for the spectators who refuse to feel the hymns within your heartbeat. They deserve not the voice of your erased story, for they are the seasonal errors, waltzing with the whimsical wind, carrying comical tales on crimson cartwheels, never in sync with the ache that burns amidst lyrical laughter… Tonight, I taste the liquefied lament and drown in the whistles ricocheting across the carnival of angst, where love rides the night like a fleeting feather, caught in the bleeding friction of a chaotic carousel ~ confusing hurt with harmony, masking melancholy with music, parading the forsaken, flaunting skills of acrobatics, consumed in ruling as the curer who calms the cyclones. But if only they knew the weeping of a harlequin, the diamond tears of a clown, perhaps then their compassion would thaw the ice claws on your regal crown, allowing you to rest your head upon cotton candy pillows, shaped in starry ribbons, as tender tunes of twilight become the lullaby that soothes the heavy horizon, eager to suffocate the dreamer who gives gracefully ~ walking on hellfire, listening to lies, no longer broken nor scarred, humble and loyal, as tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes, but the cloud remains the same, n u m b and h o l l ow ...

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Date: 5/1/2025 10:28:00 AM
- The melancholy behind the mask... the sadness behind the smile - Great written, Ink :) - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs
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Date: 5/1/2025 10:03:00 AM
They say beneath the facepaint is sadness, so well captured in your verse IE. Best of luck in the contest. Tom
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Date: 5/1/2025 9:02:00 AM
Your "Tears of a Clown" is a powerful write. Love It... "Good Luck" Have a lovely day writing away..................
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Date: 5/1/2025 7:47:00 AM
In mood of blue, you've written these lines with indigo ink. With your mention of the chaotic carousel, I envisioned a teary-eyed person going around and around sitting astride an equally sorrowful looking horse... the same haunting melody playing over and over. Unable to dismount from the horse, the carousel, and from a life that's numb and hollow. Great job of showing the emotions... at least as I read them.
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Date: 5/1/2025 7:40:00 AM
I'm in awe over the fact that you can take any subject and run with it, then again, your poetry reflects life's cauldron of emotions...good luck, dear poet...Frederic
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Date: 5/1/2025 6:43:00 AM
This is so true . Relatable .
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