Best Barnum Poems

Over in the meadowland the birds are singing
Warm weather portends the returning of spring
The bees have set about their pollen bringing.

Hopeful, bright spring days with excitement tingling
Cause our voices to shout out and lustily sing,
Over in the meadowland the birds are singing

While with glee my...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of the hoi polloi in
American society, are the ones who accept...

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Something unfortunate will be happening in May.
The Ringling Brothers, Barnum and Bailey Circus is going away.
It has been the "Greatest Show on Earth" for 146 years.
A great number of fans very well may be shedding tears.
All the elephants, lions, tigers, and clowns, 
along with acrobats,...

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Barnum and Bailey has closed its tents
That circus is no more
The high wire act 
and the elephant acts are no longer 
thrilling the crowds
Some people say they were cruel to the elephants
Perhaps they were right
But I will miss the that circus
I even attended as an...

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The posters said tomorrow
At eleven on the dot
The Mishkin Brothers Circus
Would be here ....on this spot

There would be no carnival or midway
Just one tent and three rings
And all of the excitement
That a good old circus brings

There would be elephants and lions
Trapeze artists overhead
Dancing dogs and...

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I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023

Unseen enemy invades my body 
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz 
Hib bully knock and sock kin me 
courtesy roebuck seers sucker punches 
mightier than stormy daniels wallop 
from an indomitable...

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There’s a monkey tag-team of mo-rons 
running things   ~   Polly Would Pinocchio style
Dumb and Dumber dolts 
got dim a dullard king Dumbo
dunce chair directing

Elephant Man, with the carrot top sage
He’s a veggie dense thinker, 
whose airhead leading the buffoon brigade
And it’s...

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P.T. Barnum
the greatest showman
P.T. where are the clowns?...

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Who is the Ringmaster?
Who is the pawn?
Who will decipher
When the patrons are gone?

Enter the Big Top spot the trapeze,
Allay all your fears, put them at ease.
Barnum, Ringling masters long past,
Legends of showmanship destined to last.

Performers who push human boundaries,
Whose skills outstrip all practicalities.
It's raw talent...

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Looking back helplessly 
at every foible like Epimetheus. 
Born like a weed in the steamy morning,
I was an aimless crude creature spinning
flamboyant cobwebs like a confident fool.
I slathered prismatic patterns, grinning like a jester. 
Then, civilization impounded the measures of my dreams.
I became an embarrassed...

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barnum would have been proud
bulldogs in too twos
embraces for show
disks and dark booths
raw raws
scaffolding on saxophones
Scotland-yards of curtains
damp mermen
virginia     sweet william 
and dollar bills in
the greatest broken worth...

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Little known holidays occurring on February fifteenth...,
awaiting commercial sponsors to become...
what else...,but hand over fist money makers?
(http://www.holidays-and-
observances.com/february-15.html)

Excess Valentine's surplus sweet treats
and assorted paraphernalia
need not go to waste
said sappy accouterments
can be repurposed

quickly without haste
less pronounced celebrated fetes faced
overwhelming stiff as an arrow baste
in love potion, understandable
no...

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A ninety thousand dollar Jeep,
And that’s a standard one, no less!
The ‘23 Grand Wagoneer
Conquers the school lines best, I guess.

If Coleridge dreamt of Rubikahns
With pricing up among the stars,
I’d search for stash of heroin
And check his needle arm for scars.

A capital idea though
And P. T....

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What do I know of soul?
Nothing but its close conspiracy with death
As the soul disconnects and flies when we die.
The world's soul can be seen in the clouds,
And death looms and hovers high
Over this tumbling clod of earth.

I also see the wind in the clouds
And...

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Perched on figurative shoulder...
taking devil's advocate stance...,
with sharp eyed cognizance
of course Joe King abidance!

Wild eyed traitor Joe Schmoe,
albeit Democrat subjects himself to grow
wing skepticism at impeachment show
whip lashed, viz strapping jock who stow
weapons of mashed destruction
expects at least one rotten tomato,
or "mother's petrified pop slop,

electronic...

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