Best Clownish Poems
Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found.
With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around.
I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences in crimson.
I drown in no bounds it got me tripping out grouchy for outlets.
Now my hound pulls at my trousers.
When I'm face down drowsy with a mouth full of downers.
I'm pale looking clownish.
I ain't clowning around, see my self esteem floundering.
Out for the count as hells demons seen prowling around me proudly twisting and dancing entrancing.
Slipping away fast last vision left glancing enhanced with a mixture of doubt.
Knowing there's no one to laugh with and be found here alone with a sinister frown.
I've got to get out.
Haunted in this mysterious house that time forgot.
A place where damp rises and shrouded in all types of moss and lichen, rotting with the slime from condensation.
A sodden formed Forrest where I'm under sedation.
A clock work decision I watch myself gazing transfixed on my mission across amazing mazes.
As dreams fade into sight I stay silently praying.
Embracing the night watching day light escaping.
Remain in this safe haven I'm taken away safely remaining unshaken, grey and unshaven, eight shades of my aura shadows the ravens.
The creature with talons and the beak of eagle seen clutching a talisman to defeat it's evil.
I see through people. Phycic and tight lipped.
Leaving hindsight to guide you through life is wisest.
Am I dying or buying my time in this crises like I'm finally deep in abyss.
Analysing my past thinking did I even exist.
Forever with bliss since I slipped away tearful
Surviving myself I won't ever be fearfully trapped in this labyrinth with Pan and he knows me ghostly he came close cosey and held me closely through apocalypse start dropping atom bombs not stopping Babylon.
God got him banished like exhiled angels deep into faranheit heat like my minds a scotch bonnet.
The child of the scorch trials in the maze at night.
Was made strict then was bitten by count
Dracula.
Come the blood sucker parasite cancerous spanning round my brain like the legs of a tarantula.
Tendrils gargantuan.
Attaching the canula straight from the ambulance.
Inserting the catheter.
Wired like capacitors.
Body kept alive with 240 volt adaptors.
Song:- 1990
Mother Mother
love me love me
love me love me
I need your love
(repeat)
why don't you like me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
where is your love?
where is the safety I think of?
when I hear -
Mother Mother !!
Mother Mother
are you mine?
why don't you love me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
How can I live without love?
I hide in the dark
I build walls in my mind
For I can't believe
Mother Mother
You don't love me.
I have posted this for others that are facing suicidal questions.
This was a healing song written to release my own walls that I used to protect
myself from age 4 and onwards. Was reading Daisy Tyrell request for feedback. Hope it helps a little. I could fill a book on the subject of the fight for life. Will attempt to put some in words as I can.
And it is a fight - those that are willing never to surrender will live. I remember, one time - stuck in a noisy hospital wing, a friend also suicidal at same time in another city. I wrote every moment, filling a large A4 pad. On my knees, crying - I was writing " I want to live" I am willing to live. Over and over. Line after line. Page after page. Also writing to my friend -
encouraging him to fight and live. I won my fight that time -but my friend
did not. When I heard of his death - It put me right back in hospital again.
The fight started all over again -never easy, but I won that one too and several more after that!
Daisy's poem talks of wanting to find beauty within. That may not be what there is to find. A great truth is found the point of rock bottom. Mental health counsellors term it 'bedrock'. When you find bedrock -you find your truest self. It was to my great astonishment I found my bedrock housed an
unquenchable spring of joy! Once I came to terms that this was the real me -
I was able to identify what was capping that well of joy. It took another 15 years to free myself from all those restrictive people. Once totally free never had another mental health issue. Funny that.
I have only shared this to hopefully encourage others. These times are long gone and totally cleared for me. Live a joyous, happy clownish though late starter life. Love always - Virginia
I told myself to calm down-ish
Don't be annoyed by the clownish
Actions of your old ex
When he tried to show and flex
His muscles to other women
And the sweetness he is givin'
Trying to make your jealous heart
Start to cry and fall apart
Thinking he is being missed
His actions you just dismiss
Thinking back into the past
When you used to have a blast
Love was so new and exciting
Both you hearts were so inviting
To the prospect of a love
That was sent from up above
It was good until he started
To leave you so broken hearted
Flirting with others as you
Started to see clue after clue
Where his mind and heart have been
Making up excuses when
He had to come home so late
Though he was really on a date
Leaving you home slowly thinking
How this love was fastly sinking
You can't take it anymore
So when he comes through the door
He finds all his things are gone
Scattered all across the lawn
In a rage of fit as you
Happily say "we are through"
Now seeing him different places
With so many pretty faces
Your so glad you are not the
One he will leave unhappy
Life In Reverse
My journey’s ending where it first began,
a clownish act reversed in backward mode,
as brain cells scramble forth to read the code.
Perhaps I need a comprehensive scan
before diminished cells embrace implode.
My journey’s ending where it first began,
a clownish act reversed in backward mode.
I search to find a worthy rescue plan
my baby steps lead up and down the road
so often saddled with another’s load.
My journey’s ending where it first began,
a clownish act reversed in backward mode,
as brain cells scramble forth to read the code.
I think I get it:
You want me to swallow your acidic avalanche.
Those billion frantic snow globes
of brilliant-clownish confusion.
You want me to rebuild your burned-out shrines.
Atop broken blue glacial climbs.
Straddle boulders of swaybacked hope and jagged stones of regret.
You wish me to inhale the barbs of shadows
and the velocity of your death.
You want me to embrace the fire of your ID.
With paper arms and gasoline fingertips,
lasso your run-away mind.
Make a bouquet of roses from a wall of
rock and ice.
I know you'll get this:
I can't embrace your avalanche,
while I'm digging out from beneath mine.
They stand before me in uniform columns
A mixture of snapshots and Polaroids
As testimony to the time of us
Each is a witness to a moment that was
When I clicked you into permanence
And sanctified an instant never to be denied
There is the shaded image of you asleep
Your hand resting easily on the pillow
And I remember wondering where you had gone
In the passage through your dreaming
You are there with funny face and clownish pose
Sitting pensive and aloof beside the River Po
Lifting a toast, as if to us and all tomorrows
Somber and dejected on the day the canary died
You are there, made as forever as a statue
Immortal upon flexible plastic
And indelible upon my memories, you are there
Each photo a recollection, like ashes of reality
Engraved upon my soul in kisses and promises
You are there because I am your inheritance to you
(A Madrigal)
My journey’s ending where it first began,
a clownish act reversed in backward mode,
as brain cells scramble forth to read the code.
Perhaps I need a comprehensive scan
before diminished cells embrace implode.
My journey’s ending where it first began,
a clownish act reversed in backward mode.
I search to find a worthy rescue plan
my baby steps lead up and down the road
so often saddled with another’s load.
My journey’s ending where it first began,
a clownish act reversed in backward mode,
as brain cells scramble forth to read the code.
An angel was elated
soared above the ground.
On a stifling populated
city he looked down.
Weightless in a blue sky
through a cloud he hustled.
On the southern side
knew well people’s bustle.
The image was dispersing
straight before my eyes.
By the air was urged on
reducing to a dust.
Presented in the bright Sun
like a fairy-witch,
affected like a clownish mug
a windy maverick.
Mischievous he seemed
to his seamstress nature.
To the past farewell he bid
like a pliant snake.
Waving with the curl
to amazing flowers
and he soon was turned
into a range of mountains.
Behind the stars, love's promises dwell,
Enduring through the passing years,
In Christ who guides the flight of tomorrow,
In a realm of life untouched by fears,
Laughter echoes with genuine delight,
No hoarseness betrays its grace,
No clownish words, no false insight,
Just pure joy, that manifests with peace,
Happiness springs from a heart sincere,
Rest assured in heaven's gentle hold,
Eternal providence, love's frontier,
A life of peace and love's stronghold,
So when stars wink in the night,
It's their way of beaming with glee,
God's symbol of promises is bright,
Of endless joy and life's harmony,
A scarlet letter and a silent one
Transparent “A” on my forehead
Never seen, but you will know it’s there
Or see its effect, I can only fake it so long
Dad lives in a relative solitude; just what he prefers
Daughter’s got some of it too, much harder for a girl
The middleman’s also got a touch of it; lucky me!
Clownish, klutzy social dummy, how does your garden grow?
We’ll love you for who you are, so long as it’s what we are
Thanks anyway, just not wired to be a follower
Find someone else to stand on the lowest rung
And try to claw their way frantically upward
Mostly it's that I prioritize differently--
Rationality over belonging. Just a trifle, no?
You'd be surprised the enormity of that gulf.
Lifetime staring across it, only recently knowing why
"Don't be so hard on yourself, you’re normal,"
You try to reassure me, as if that’s a kindness
Stick around, friend-o, you’ll see,
Human social world’s design just not for me,
I await your furrowed brow.
You see, there's this thing called a mirror neuron
--Mine suck--
So I've had to painstakingly figure it all out
Instead of just knowing what to do or say,
Ever.
Pardon me, I did not ask for this burger
Never aspired to aspirate ass burgers
I didn’t invent this excrement. Couldn't. Wouldn't.
Your planet, not mine, folks.
4/21/16
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Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
Evil, Guns, Cowardice, Stupidity, and Fear
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
seventeen innocent souls departed this earth
unexpectedly and tragically so whilst leaving
grieving loved ones, classmates, and friends
to wade through another mass-murder event
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
many clownish and dud politicians in Washington, DC
including the vacuous person parading there as president
cleave themselves to a vaunted aura of self-righteousness
whilst singling out mental illness as the only true cause
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
the evil intentions and actions of a deranged person played
their horrific roles in sending these innocents through death’s
door at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School on that fatal day
as did guns, political cowardice, stupidity, and fear of the NRA
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
and so, it is: guns, guns, guns, guns, and even more guns
proliferate American society today as many in Congress
oppose common-sense gun legislation and more stringent
background checks whilst lapping up money from the NRA
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
standing with those families who are aggrieved in such tragedies
and embracing the memories of those who have so sadly perished
requires compassion, moral consciousness, love, and political courage
to do the right thing and not to succumb to greed and abject stupidity
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
yes, many good people are out there
and many of them do really care
it is now time for Congress and this president to wake up,
to grow some backbone, and to do the right thing to ensure
that tragedies like this one never occur again!
I am out there
and I do really care—do you?
enough is enough!
this madness must stop now!
support and stand by the students!
amen . . . amen . . . amen
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
February 18, 2018 (Political Verse)
Author’s Note: This poem is dedicated to all the students,
faculty, and staff at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School
in memory of those brave students and faculty members who
perished on that tragic day of February 14, 2018.
Reach for heavens gate with your heart in your hand
Unlock the door with your love command
Stop by and get a kiss at the booth
Envelope your self on the ride of truth
Catch a smile from an angelic face
Enter a tent of mystery and not feel out of place
See the clownish souls of life's past
The ringmaster of love will make them eternally last
Get your ticket and enjoy the show
The more you learn the more you will know
Read the book and see all of the glory
Do not fall for the devils side story
Feeling no change as time goes bye
Touch the clouds earn your wings to fly
Strike a blow and let passions rise
Let your heart fill double in size
Dance in a dream and drink up the cheer
No time exists for you to fear
Climb the tree to see forever is far
Reach out and release to finally touch a star
The meaning of it all is just a question away
Ask for the answer as you kneel and pray
Take the time to eat fire without your earthly woes
The battle is won over your inner demonic foes
Look into the funny mirror and see the peaceful face
No longing for yesterday never wanting to leave this place
No reason to hide no reason to run
The pain of life is over and done
Testify and sing your sins our loud
Walk the wire and soar above the crowd
From the ashes of death comes rebirth
Living in the carnival beyond the greatest show on earth
Friendly Animals
A flock of human like penguin stood on the icy shore, in the water
sharks waited, but the birds had to catch food for their families.
One at the edge jumped into the water - actually it was pushed-
and it survived mainly because the sharks knew by letting the first
one live, more birds would jump and they did.
Penguin in water are not some clownish humanlike creature but
a smart fast swimming bird the problem is going into the water
and getting back up on land that causes difficulties for the bird.
We love animals that resemble us but take little interest in those
that don´t even though rats and humans have much in common.
Dogs and cats have made it into an art-form to appeal to humans
sentimental weakness and how to exploit this failing, but lately
other animals to have caught on like lemurs sitting on threes and
hoping to be adopted and never again struggle to find food; as for
the penguin the sight of a female explorer is a godsend.
She’s a keen lady, well she’s my poodle
One who ‘d roll only in the guestroom,
With quirky manners of caboodle
And whistles proudly , so out of tune:
Once we dashed to her classy stylist
For a new trim fashioned as a mop!
I was quite shocked ; a clownish t w i s t
Yet for dear doggie… that was hip-hop.
Then I saw the bill, how expensive
Made clean locks JUMP in wiry curls--
Feeling a little hypertensive
She clung to me in fondled twirls.
While walking Bubs 'round the parkland
My legs and thin purse hurt badly…
Aghast, she romped as if on demand
With unkempt canines, prancing MADLY!
Broken Wings' Any July 2018 Poem Contest
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Quirky Things That Confound and Confuse Me
Caren Krutsinger 7/14/2018
Entered 8/9/2018
all stars that bright doth beam
doth not always a-right accord
that moderate terminal destiny;
routes there be craft-fill'd & thorny
but shaft-fill'd with the happy soft ending
clownish & whimsical as ‘tis doomful;
o moderation oft maketh abortive
a warfare’s line of battle at the hottest
angle that would take its foe’s roots.