Best Clown Around Poems
Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you clown around with me?
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
So stay awhile and smile with me.
Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you cut with the silly frown?
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
So lift me off the ground.
Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you clown around with me?
You make me smile.
You make me laugh.
You make me sit, and watch you dance.
Circus clown, circus clown.
Why don't you clown around with me.
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
You are my sunshine.
So stay awhile, and smile with me.
So stay awhile and smile with me..
Circus Clown Song Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..ALL rights reserved..
In our little Arkansas Dover town, we never clown around, about the sacrifice
Christmas is about Christ, and his great love, which suffices
We live and let live, to our charities we give, for in heaven above
It's all about Love, refining one's self, to enjoy in Dove, who is love
We put down the mind of strife, we celebrate Christ's birth
The sacrifice, `tis about life, and knowing it’s worth
Increasing our unction, never to wane, the Lamb's fame
In public we still pray, at our functions we still say, “in the Name”
In celebration of Love's life, we give up, all of our means
No hazing, it's amazing, all over town, Nativity scenes
To suffices our worship, the special day is necessary
Signs of heaven, Love's leaven, the Babe, and mother Mary
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, some don't want to get even close, (or near)
For they fear, the special day of love's cheer, unto Christ, so dear
Have a very, very, merry, Christmas, Devonshire, to heaven for sure, and to all at Soup
Now year is close to over, don't be a rover, please visit Dover, “old Moses love scop”
10-16-09 For Carolyn's Christmas contest
4th placement
Gene Autry, Hopalong
And Tim McCoy
Waved goodby to me
As off into the sunset they go
Wild Bil Elliott, The Lone Ranger
And Tonto were there
As we sat around the campfire
In the night air
Gary Cooper, John Wayne
And Johnny Mack Brown
All of them were serious
Not ones to clown around
Fess Parker, Loren Greene
And James Arness
Knew that next week
We would be their guest
After the movies
We'd rush right home
Get on our horses
And relive the show
But oh how my heart did sing
When Joel McCray
And Vaughn Monroe
Came on the screen
You see all of these men
Were heroes to me
Until that night on the H bar T spread
When I told Billy Beer we would be wed
And That is another story !
I fly through the smoky air
then I poke a big brown bear
I balance on a tight rope
and I slide down a steep slope
I eat a ball of fire
and I do things to admire
I clown around and juggle
but with sharp knives I struggle
the things around me do break
but only when I’m awake!
my audience stops to stare
at the straight jacket I wear
bars in my window number
I count till pills bring slumber
You are our parents' only son,
three sisters grew
and gave you guff;
you stood alone on constant guard,
in teasing vein and comic mien.
I am the sibling next in line—
the cagey one—
a boomerang who fed it back,
if you began to clown around
and play the fool.
We are astute and wiser still
than number three;
her stiff chagrin,
her will to win,
enhanced your fun.
But sometimes love allays the fume,
as baby four
supplied the balm,
restored accord,
inside our home.
Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
What, I cannot say,
A feeling something's wonkey.
Like mucking muddy sand at the bottom of the ocean,
Beneath acrobatic, trapeze artist monkeys.
What can be said,
About the snorkeling tigers?
Or the underwater chainsaw juggler,
Breathing fire?
There's a soggy clown around somewhere,
Spitting spades and hearts, and clovers.
It's a three-ringed circus sideshow -
It too, will soon be over.
I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become
I’m different to all And not just some
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me
isolation my best friend I believe
Intelligence is there but I live like I’m dumb
progression always stalls
I guess I’m a chump
I left it to fate when I went for suicide
it was chance pure chance
I really should’ve died
there’s no reason at all
that I would be found
I thought I’d be placed
6 foot underground
So I live with this hate that I have for myself
I will never have a family with this mental health
I must have been Hitler in my last life
Cus nothing good occurs just misery and strife
Left-handed right handed ADHD
depression self loathing and anxiety,
I’m sick to death of how I be it keeps me inside
every day I say I’ll fight then I just hide,
I haven’t got a drive
I haven’t got pride
How can I fight
with desire to die
how can you make life
when you ain’t really alive
then I ask,
If I feel like this I should be proud I survive
Trying to finish me off but can’t stop my stride,
And if I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm,
I think the anger hands me an angle
but unsighted what good is a candle
senses blind and the brain sits tangled
but the body fresh able not mank or mangled,
in a fight I fight if I can coordinate
if you move and think you can harness strength
Sighted unsighted you ain’t damned or too late
If you can move and think you must operate
change your world if it’s bringing you down
climb up it laugh and clown around
Cus everybody is destined for the ground
when everyone stays no thoughts sight or sound
so taste the air the nectar and flair
allow the dreams that are not there
smell the roses get caught on the nettles
And if life is bad refuse to settle
I’m not thinking of the person I’ve become
but what I can build what can be done
I miss the people the scenes and sun
why am I sitting when the option is run
why am I thinking of what is and has been
wiped the hate and mean clear so the knocker is clean
set out and enjoy the dreams achievable
always be positive because the air is breathable
Reach for the impossible however unbelievable
I stand unbeaten and therefore unbeatable
Let'er rip my daddy alway says in reference to who busted the beans if you know what I mean
And speaking of wind to much seems to blow inside on capital hill it is a good thing
summer is almost here so at lease we can get a little relief the wind bags will go home for a break maybe even sail on a lake
What happen to religion did they cast it up on the wings of a pigeon who know where it fell down it is evident no many care for they do clown around
Now the time is near all will agree and I for one will meet and drop to one knee
For I am ready to walk inside see my family that has fell by and by I try not to judge
and I do believe he died on the cross so that I have a choice which will it be
Up or down just by the cross I chose like him to give him my all
Things aren't the same when you’re not around
I have no one to laugh with,
Or pick me up when I am feeling down.
No one to smile with, and clown around,
No one, to call my pal.
Love is great, but sometimes it will turn you into a fool
It will take your friends away,
And sometimes make you quit school.
It’s a race against the blind,
And I cannot fathom what to do;
I hate when you go away,
You just don’t act like you.
Poor decision making and impulsive actions
Make you even more of a fool,
Can’t you see what you do?
Your loved ones miss you.
You don’t even have a clue,
What you do
When you’re not around.
You break others hearts
And turn their smiles into frowns.
As their hearts shatter and fall to the ground
They cling to the floor, as their tears poor out.
But what else can they do?
When all they miss is you
And you make no effort at all, to see them or answer there calls;
Right before they begin to fall.
No, you leave them alone with broken hearts, shattered memories that make them fall apart.
But you do not care
Your head is full of air
And your heart with love for another , who isn't your friend nor your mother
Love can destroy a friendship that was supposed to last forever
Love is sick,
Love is cruel,
And sometimes, so are you and the things that you do;
He hung around the bars in town
An’ sometimes in the jail
No one cared about his problems –
Nobody paid his bail.
His life went on without much change
He just got pushed aside
Then one day in fifty seven
We saw his other side.
That mornin’ he woke up sober
He shaved an’ combed his hair
Pressed his pants an’ shined his boots
An’ breathed the mornin’ air.
No one knew what got into him
He’s always up an’ down
But he knew what had woke him up
The rodeo’s in town
Bulls and Bronc’s to ride, calves to rope
There was so much to do
He signed his name to do ‘em all
An’ felt himself brand new.
The cowboys seemed to know him well
An’ slapped him on the back
We’d always called him “Rummy Joe”-
They called him Mister Jack.
We all watched with eyes wide open
As he won three of four –
An’ won the “All Around” of course
We were stunned to the core.
I stopped a cowboy by the gate
An’ asked about his friend
He hadn’t seen him for awhile
Didn’t know where he’d been.
They’d rodeo’d for fifteen years
Goin’ from town to town
He was a champion ‘til his wife
Ran off with Chuck the Clown.
Well he caught up with Chuck the Clown
Down by the Rio Grande
He shot him until he got tired –
Buried him in the sand.
The judge who tried him for the deed
Traveled from town to town
He loved to watch the rodeo
But hated all the clowns
So Mister Jack got thirty days
Clown’s gal could only frown
The judge said justice had been served
The Jack shot the clown
So that’s the tale of Mister Jack
He’s up but once was down
You’ll notice when he rides the bull
There ain’t no clown around
(To American Protesters)
Let them go on with puppetry and think our life is a game
Or a gambling scene where they win at the cost of our dear name,
Just to heap wealth or fix their steps in more future collusion,
Boasting of serving poor people, seeking to reach their own aim.
Let others sleep or clown around. We know who he had in mind
Who first introduced Republic1 — not these fools who have no shame,
Not lawyers, or politicians, or dealers, sunk in the ditch
Of legal fraud and truthful lies, our dignity to defame.
With these seekers of private wealth in the name of their nation
This fallen world shall not prosper; it shall sure burst into flame.
True devoted scholars we need who rely on native means,
Not robbers looking for riches outside their own inland frame.
Let’s not take part in these fool games. They ‘are not’ the s.h.i.t they claim.
Once we are fooled, for four odd years ourselves we shall have to blame.
10.23.’20
1. See Plato’s Republic.
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I went to the mall today
I saw the clown around the corner
Kids were going towards her
They all came back in colors
Kids are in red and blue
Kids are in green and yellow
Kids are in orange and purple
Kids are in all different colors
I walked into that corner
I want to be in color too
I stood there for a while
Kids were in queue with their moms
I waited and waited
Time moved forward and forward
When one kid left another one is already on line
I didn't dare to join the line
So I stayed out of line
I watched the big smiles on the small faces
Why I didn't ask her to paint me ?
Why I didn't waited more time ?
I left there without colors
I think it is because I am not a kid anymore
Before leaving I took a card from the clown
Who knows I won't be a clown one day ?
we do this
the sand fix
we walk up and down
and clown around
run and hoof
and talk an balk
the
BARE FOOT BEACH WALK
He had a way with words,
spoken or written,
could clown around with them,
could leave you smitten,
but he could be most sober,
and somber, too,
and leave you with a hybrid
point of view.
Beneath a tree, his epitaph
winks at me:
"Lachrymose don't be,
this isn't tragedy,
you should've seen my dad
doing comedy,
well, apples fall near the tree
where I pee."