Flawed Masquerade Carnival
Upon the midway of imperfection,
The traveling human circus, “illusion” of perfection,
A masquerading “mask,” in carnival unmasked,
Lies “cracked” in equinox
Like “torn” tickets discarded in the sawdust of dreams
As the “façade” crashes down into “flawed” fragments
To scatter splinters in wild spinning carousels
Flinging away the costumes of sideshows
All exposed wearing nothing but transparent truth.
Bathed in dignity
Integrity rises up shaking off ballyhooed dust
Shuts out the carney’s “broken” come-ons,
Taunts and barkers no longer entice,
Clothed in capes woven of calypso sunlight
Scarred arms, no longer concealed,
Reach out to clasp thundering pure moonbeams
Discarding charade’s ragged camouflage
And the “imperfect” circus moves on to another town.
6-21-21
Contest: Flawed
Sponsor: Constance La France
Prompt words: flawed, mask, broken, cracked, façade, torn, illusion, imperfect
The great Tory brexitland tour calling off at:
Islamaphobia, followed by a short visit to
the tax havens, via the museum of the NHS.
Then a look at the much ballyhooed ‘pension
age of the working class’ - they can’t read or
write so let’s make the new age 110 and see
how much more misery we can shovel on them.
Finally we will visit the poor and infirm so that
we can laugh at them while they eat the scraps
the foxes and pigeons left behind. Welcome to
the new Brexitain.
We hope you enjoy the tour.
Ol’ brazen Brenda, battlin’ biography,
Banters bewildered brave boatmen at sea,
Brushstrokes besieging her beleaguered brain,
Broadsided by fiction now baking insane;
Balanced between both broken and brilliant,
Buried by sorrow, bereft not resilient,
A ballyhooed author, back in the day,
‘Fore Brian betrothed her then drowned near the bay;
Basking bereavement, believing though more,
Books barely bound newly found in the store,
‘Betaken, Broad Beauty’, Brenda’s new write,
Beveled bare bitterness abruptly bright;
Barreled, brought breathless by Bernie, beloved,
A character boating where dead Brian shoved,
As buckets with bottoms knowing no end,
Begging attention did Brenda’s mind bend;
Blended for sanity, befuddled realities
Born when begins a life without boundaries,
Betterment bellows because Brenda’s words,
Boxed-up betrayal beneath binding boards.
9/18/2016
A princess who prances about in the nude
Should realize that cameras she cannot elude.
So naturally, photos, exposed but not lewd,
Made headlines and numerous times have been viewed.
The prince and the princess have rightfully sued.
The cameras did not have a right to intrude;
For even the royals, as they rendezvoused,
Deserved to have privacy and solitude.
At least we know Kate won’t be known as a prude,
Which the pictures give people the right to conclude.
Yet in her private moments, when all is reviewed,
I’m sure that cavorting the princess has rued.
We blame paparazzi, so clever and shrewd,
But their actions quite simply can’t be misconstrued;
For they merely provide what we hope they’ve pursued –
A celebrity glimpse that can be ballyhooed!