Acrobatics Poems

Ministry Of Mirth

When the sad worldly din,
starts to close in-
I notice a dearth of humor,
the lightness of laughter
I seek after,
from the ministry of mirth.

Last Thursday my daughter told me
that week's food bill was $303,
we are a household of five,
we do our best to get by,
instead of a sigh and exasperated moan,
I busted out laughing once off the phone,
whilst watching the backyard squirrel's
acrobatics,
as they ate upside down from the
bird feeders, fantastic!

Global events and the home front too,
could make many of us full of rue.
Try to take some time,
in a jollity hour sublime.
Giggle with family, friends,
not everything has a morose end.
Sometimes our hearts are heavy
on this earth,
and we need more from the ministry of mirth. ~

The Clown

The spotlight flashes with a funny flair 
on the sagged dress of a meek man on stage.
A miniature crimson cold sun shines stuck  
on his puckered porcelain face of forced smile.

An animated caricature captured
in the frame of a comical frail figure, 
tramps in inertia round and round  
the circus arena to amuse awhile. 

The sprightly body swivels in reflex
with the flexed shuffle of acrobatics,
as the sleight of supple hands performs 
the perfect act of jugglery.

The labored buffoonery performed  
by the funny fragile clown of lost soul,
falls flat as flakes of stale joke 
on the silent spectators. 

Before the neon lights go out 
in the last show and the curtain falls,
the slapsticks peel slowly
the paint off his sweaty face.

The unmasked face trenches the trail of tears, 
he has long shed un-noticed.
He leaves the stage singing a song, 
the lyric written by his broken heart.

The uproar of laughter at long last
explodes with claps in the gallery.
The applause hails the clown, 
left to live the comedy of hollow life.

acrobatics

Perhaps I am used to being
     posed, arranged, framed
in a certain way.
What if I told you
     every move
     every flicker of an eyelid
     every shift in weight
is carefully orchestrated
and perfectly executed.
Always a performer
who is overworked
never receiving compensation.
     And why,
why must I continue
to spin on my axis
at your command?
     And why,
why do I enjoy the
performance more
than executing my
existence of free will?
     Where
is my performer?
There is no
     dinner & a show
for the acrobat
who climbs to the
tallest of heights for
     your pleasure
and falls for
     my own.

IN ANOTHER REALITY

         



The bird can bet
on a flight career with the plane
only by affinity...

The fish can teach the ship
how to pass through the detour
without loss of quality...

Just as a child
can teach the adult
not to doubt so much,
and not to lose hope...

The path does the same
as the river... the waterfall
when it falls without fear,
teaches the water, 
beautiful acrobatics...

The wave, teaches the sea
 how to play...
the tide teaches the sea
to come and go without risk...

Almost at the same pace,
time puts life in step,
life takes time in its stride,
or the opposite happens...

Thus everything harmonizes...
real or unreal journey,

the song of man
becomes a friend in a gentle breeze...

and happiness becomes the poet's
delirious girlfriend...!

The Frog And The Chameleon

From out of the lacustrine,dense tract, green 
Lining the silent mossy forlorn lake keen ,
Came out leaping and hopping,a fat frog ;
He landed and stopped on a reedy clog ,
As he saw the Chameleon on a stem frail ,
Gripping fast the rush with its prehensile tail ,
Croaking and flicking his tongue around,
To relish one and all the insects found ;
He made his own way on the rich moss,
And back and forth on the spread-over grass ; 
His acrobatics envied and enraged the rival 
Watching silently with rolling eyes since arrival .


The crestfallen had missed his chance  thrice
And retracted to sit still like frozen  ice -
Having lost  to the place his colour and stance ;
Thrill and anxiety did the  crux spell enchnce ;
A surly serpent suddenly sprang,as if to mock 
Hissing , out of the crevice beneath a rock ;
It was a measured move -a prize catch ;
The victim was more a meal than a match  ,
And went in neatly with a suppressed wail  ;
The avenged lizard quirked and muttered his hail :
Pride goes pouncing and swooping before a fall ,
Thus to end up with a whimper, defeat and all.

Simple Sailor Sam

"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar”...Lord Byron
I love to be upon the sea
When’er the tides are high 
For rough sea does not bother me
Or thunder of the sky
Of this maybe you wonder why
It’s just the way I am
Unafraid and so brave am I 
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.

Sailing along I sing with glee 
Until the night is nigh
A time to rest this busy bee
To acquire earned shut eye
How quickly time goes floating by
I’m not a lonesome man
As my adventures keep me spry
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.

There’s lots to explore o’er the sea
Dolphins come to say Hi
With acrobatics that cheer me
As I am sailing by
For scenery I have the sky
A gift to an helmsman 
Such a jolly sea dog am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.

So my hearties please do not cry
I do the best I can
Roaming raging tempests am I 
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.

Treasures of the Deep

pink basket, diving for eggs
this plastic okay
as long as they are all recovered
and don’t lay
like a wreck in the sea

pink basket, frog kick,
acrobatics and bubbles
amidst the handpicked
Easter eggs, beholding
treasures of the deep

pink basket, God’s eye
deep and wide, never
misses our whereabouts
neither our joys
or sufferings

the cross on land
never plunged
into the deep, but
the blood of Christ
counts all the loss
and the returns
are endless

pink basket, divers
give the thumbs up
everyone is okay
feeling blessed,
not one is lost

It's a Wonderful World

I don't have my camera,
so I intend to just paint
a picture of the most glorious scene,
which is appearing in front of my eyes.
My canvas - a dog-eared notebook and pen.
Twilight’s beginning to fall,
I observe the changing sky
as the sun dips below the horizon.
Rich swirls of marmalade and tangerine,
that could have been applied by Monet’s brush.
I am mesmerised by a
murmeration of starlings;
their aerial acrobatics enthrall.
It’s a stunning sight, and I can hear loud
rustling of frantic flapping wings in flight.
Thousands of birds, all searching 
for space to settle tonight.
The flock moves about like graceful dancers,
twirling and swirling in darkening skies,
until they swoop as one, to rest tired wings.
Mother Nature at her best,
yes, it’s a wonderful world.

Acronym Acrobatics

"acronym acrobatics"


i can
write
LMAO

but i
can't
write

laugh
my
a**

off

The Joker

The spotlight flashes funny flair 
on the showy sagged dress,
miniature crimson cold sun stuck 
on the puckered porcelain face.
An animated caricature captured
in comical frail human figure,
tramps round and round 
the circus arena to amuse. 

The sprightly body swivels 
in flexed shuffle of acrobatics,
sleight of supple hands performs 
the perfect act of jugglery,
but the labored buffoonery 
of the funny fragile joker,
falls flat as flakes of stale joke 
on the silent spectators. 

Before the neon lights go out 
in the last show and the curtain falls,
the slapsticks peel slowly
the paint off his sweaty face,
unmask the trail of tears 
he has long shed un-noticed.
He leaves the stage singing a song, 
the lyric written by his broken heart.

The uproar of laughter at long last
explodes with claps in the gallery,
the applause hails the joker, 
left to live the comedy of life.

____________________

September 15, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest

Spiritual Weather To Let Go

I
The rain came without rainbows
She walked between the raindrops
The sun, even in Fall, warms all over
No crimson & gold leaves over tops
Of local mountains, but fruit all Year!
Be there clouds, mustard seed faith grows

II
The milder African winters, not for him
He had not traveled abroad - bad & good
White cattle herons, always delighting
With aerial acrobatics, done getting food
Like paper kites dressed in snow, hovering
At twilight over the lake, their lives coloring

Spring Has Arrived With Joy

Clap your hands, sing with joy for warm spring is here.
Swallows are the first to arrive now the sky is clear,
Purple Martins perform aerial acrobatics
To snap up flying insects as is their tactics.
Chickadee small and pretty songbirds enthral
But the goldfinch is the most beautiful of all.

Below a dazzling garden so well designed,
Each patch adorned with fragrant flowers all lined
With special flowers of every marvellous pansies,
And in each patch, you'll find flowers which one fancies,
Impatiens, begonias, petunias, delightful in the breeze,
While all around work is began by pollination by the bees.


28 April 2022
Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin


Placed 2

Natures Night Matinee

Tonight shines bright, moonlight beam
Wildlife shadows move between
Hunters and hunted hide in silence
Manoeuvre their skill, their instinct as guidance

A squawk, a squeal, a wildlife kill
A tum now full, a fresh night meal
Rustle of leaves, a silent wait
Wind echos the sound of a creaking gate

The hoot of an owl, screech of a fox
Insects living in a rotting old box
Rabbits out dining, their little ones in tow
Bats ariel acrobatics swoop high and low

Natures night matinee draws an end
Their beds and safety they will depend
The moon slowly dims her light
Respite for another survival fight.

       23.01.21

Above All, Just Write

Be fearless, it does not matter.
Rise above all your mind clatter!

I hear you, thinking, but they are better than me.
Hogwash, I tell you, most happily!

I realize, fully, the groupies here.
Love them and give them three cheers!

The writing is the thing you see?
Stop drooling for pages of commentary!

Oh, yes, I understand you greatly  and your sensitivity.
That will make your pen move most with soul, more readily.

You need not be at the top of the heap.
Stop sitting there, with a big weep.

Just write simply, be free as a bird.
Your mood counts not, just your word!

You need not do poetry acrobatics to prove yourself.
Nor write only to win trophies for your shelf.

God gave you a gift, and though others pass you by.
It's perfectly alright! He sees you from His throne in the sky!

Go pen now, happiness or sadness.
Avoid all news, the world overcome with madness!

Put lights on your house, brighten souls.
You are humanity's gift, remember that shining goal!


                   12-22-2020

My Coutie Pie

Joji Varghese Kuncheria
My Cutie Pie

My granddaughter is a cutie pie,
Who goes all around the house,
Turning everything upside down,
And keeping us all on our toes.

I do not have half of her energy,
That is displayed the whole day,
The house is silent as she sleeps,
And a time for all to rest a while.

It is breathtaking to watch her
Doing the acrobatics she knows,
Sliding, jumping and climbing up,
Like a monkey on the bunk bed.

No rest whatsoever she takes,
Does things one after the other,
Innocent as she is, trying to do
The impossible, all to by herself.

My days would have been boring,
Were I not to be in her company,
A blessing she's from high above,
And a joy to watch always she is.

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