Best Clowns Poems
Naked Clowns Demented Brother
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown - demented brother
dancing for the heads of state
asleep with faces in their plate
and as the rubber chicken stretches
they send again the fool who fetches
red noses from downtrodden wretches
to decorate the wedding cakes
join the real to crumbling fakes
camouflage who gives and takes
shifting weight of global heat
melting shoes on city street
to shrinking ice caps tidal creep
rising under Al Gore’s jeep
clowns, they squeeze their bulbous horns,
geneticize the rose – no thorns
while warning us of sunless dawns
their seltzer bottles but a prop
sprayed on a fire that won’t stop
its cindering of nature’s crop
Alas, the clowns will all save face
disappear without a trace
disguise their noses as thorn-less roses
post naked “selfies” in heroes poses
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown – demented brother.
John G. Lawless
©7/13/2017
There are two famous politicians who hold the stage,
they should be in this year New York's Halloween Parade
to attract huge crowds: they are stuttering Biden and hysterical Harris;
these two have shaped the theatrical perception of two charade clowns!
One is hideously scary, the other is theatrically funny,
America has become a battlefield, a nobody's land:
there's no impenetrable wall to protect this country;
no regard for police, no gun control to stop the blood!
It's a bad time for them to engage in a fierce battle,
this rampant pandemic doesn't discriminate;
who chooses to get the vaccine shot is saved,
who refuses it is someone to be alienated,
going home without a check and feeling miserable,
shouting their inalienable rights that aren't sacred
anymore; alas, they won't transform their fate!
Oh, turn off Fox News: it makes this house rattle!
Children with candy floss and wands of bright plastic,
Anticipation of the big top fantastic -
“Affordable family fun!”
The circus has come to town.
A carnival and a frisson of people,
The smell of the diesel,
It's magical and visceral –
Intense.
There's a girl in hoop earrings
Stands ready and steady and poised at the entrance,
Beckons our queue, guides us on through.
Later in sky blue and diamonds,
She’ll balance the line
Of the high tight rope walk.
To the right, a big burly man,
A wandering vendor of neon lit sabres -
“As you've never seen him before!”
Will throw a precision of knives at his wife.
Twenty years she has whirled in her satin and modesty chiffon,
On her own wheel of fortune.
To the left, there's a girl in an ordinary sweatshirt,
Wide spangled hairband, at a stand where pink sugar is spun.
Soon, she'll be spectacular!
Twirling on ribbons and ropes.
Belief suspended on the thrill of her peril,
Her grace.
We’ll be spellbound.
Sounds surround us as we take our seats ringside,
The beautiful boy selling programmes
Will descend,
Perform a daredevil act.
Our necks strained as we look
To the infinite blue of a tarpaulin sky -
Trapeze artist high -
He'll fly and he'll never grow older.
Dream big.
And then come the men,
Louder and bolder,
Selling bottomless buckets of popcorn and pop,
Sweet, salted and fizzy,
Between sets, they'll be busy.
A cascade of jugglers and clowns.
The big gestures of jesters and tumbling chaos -
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!”
And too soon the showtime is over,
We spill back out into the park,
Blinking into the afternoon,
Rare and recount the fleeting visions of awe and wonder.
Tomorrow the circus will have packed up and gone.
Leaving behind just a fairy circle of flattened grass
And the ghosts of muddy tyre tracks.
Clowns
There once was a real scary clown
Wore neither a smile nor a frown
Just a scowl and a stare
Guaranteed kids he’s scare
Without even making a sound
I was scared of all clowns as a kid
When I saw them I went and hid
The red hair and red nose
And the baggy old clothes
And the terrifying things that they did
A pie in the face or a squirt
Slapstick that looked like it hurt
Be they grinning like mad
Or painted quite sad
My eyes I would have to avert
I hope that you don’t think me daff
But when I hear a way too loud laugh
I quick look around
To make sure there’s no clown
I’m not scared to death, just to half
Once there were clowns in a circus,
Whose clown's knew not of their purpose.
None, laughed at their tricks.
Nor their slaps and kicks;
Because Nuns hate fracas,n ruckus.
Comic
faces smiling.
Maniacal laughter
echoing deep inside the head.
Terror.
This poem was inspired by Cindy Sherman's Untitled #425, a chromogenic color print from 2004. This print was seen at the Dallas Museum of Art, which is currently hosting a Cindy Sherman retrospective until June 9, 2013.
After spending a night on the town
and drinking ale - a hearty dark brown,
we were feeling sooo frisky,
tried moves a bit too risky,
quickly learned: What goes up, must come down!
There once was a clown name of Marty.
Whose circus performance was one big party.
He made people laugh
but that's only the half.
His appetite was very hardy.
Not for food, though he did like to eat
but for people he wanted to meet.
He went to great measures
to bring them all pleasures.
But a clowns life was filled with big feet.
He wanted to try the trapeze
and fly through the air in the breeze.
But his nose started twitching
and then began itching.
He lost balance and started to sneeze.
Agony of "defeet" made him funny.
He rubbed them with loads of bees honey.
But being a clown
kept his libido down.
Now he walks tightrope counting his money!
For David Williams Circus contest
SOMEBODY HELP ME !!!
The voices in my head argue forth and back
they make me tired afraid of an attack but…
I can’t sleep ‘cause the clowns will eat me
Scary Freakin' Clowns
What scares me most is that big red nose
I don’t want to be around when he sneezes or blows
Scary Freakin’ Clowns
No! what scares me most is those stupid floppy shoes
his big smelly feet are as big as canoes
Scary Freakin’ Clowns
NO WAIT, it’s those creepy smelly flat feet and gnarly toenails
those nasty twisted toenails on his big smelly flat feet
inside those stupid floppy shoes big as canoes
that’s what scares me most, ick I’m gonna be sick
Scary Freakin’ Clowns
And if you squeeze that frickin’ horn one more time, I’m gonna cram
it up your clownie brownie so damn far your farts will honk
Scary Freakin’ Clowns
Last night I bore a troubled heart
And prayed the Lord His peace impart...
And dreamt I then of fancy things
Of angel's wings, and Queens, and Kings
Of pirate ships and maidens fair
With emerald eyes and golden hair...
Then, flying there on wings of thought
Was quickened homeward sleeping brought
And woke instead to cold of morn
With worries lurking still forlorn...
Then, while sipping coffee's wake
Did by the garden respite take
And playing there I spied two fox
like stooges wearing reddened locks...
I prayed the Lord to spare my grief
And woke today to comic relief!
Timothy I. Brumley
scary creepy clowns
leer at innocent children
blood red moon laughing
Oct.18/16
It's funny to me, all the fear they impose
I see it in children, and some adults that I know
With their painted on faces and squishy red nose
What's there to fear, their vagabond clothes?
There's 15 to a car, the size of an ant
Whose feet fit those shoes...Who wears suspenders on pants???
Who would bother to hide their identity...
Is there something more sinister, which I fail to see......
Who's always happy and wears a smile on their face......
It's becoming an image that I can't erase............
I think I'm beginning to now understand..
Was John Wayne Gacy a clown, or was he a man???
Who sneaks up behind those unprepared
Then blows a loud horn....
I'm officially scared!!
Who always wears gloves to avoid fingerprints.....
I get it all now.........
I now understand!!!!
There have been many sightings
of scary clowns stalking kids
even in broad daylight;
who are these psychopaths
causing panic in every town?
They could be your neighbors
or strangers from miles away;
they even call your home
to make a prank call to scare you...
Halloween won't be fun anymore!
Be safe kids, stay home this year,
don't go around for trick or treat...
these scary clowns are really bad
and may harm you and frighten you;
if they ring your doorbell, don't answer!
Why a scary clown is not that one
found in a circus who does tricks
and makes you laugh until tears flow?
Times have changed, innocence
has been lost...danger is real;
scary clowns have bad intentions!
Stay inside and enjoy your Halloween Night,
if a stranger dressed as a clown
rings your bell, call your mom;
tell her to put a banner on the entrance door:
" No scary clowns allowed! "
Written on 10/27/2016
We play in the streets shaded of grey
We sing and dance but in the saddest of ways
Duplessis turned us into little clowns
In boarding houses of very strange towns
Our mothers cried, we heard them we did
Crying from the skies
We became the faceless infants
We became many shades of grey illusions
We looked up towards tall figures
Priests and Doctors of the state of hell
Who declared we had no idea
Of our own state or our own fate
So we played in the alley of the dead
Infants as clowns in institutes to drown
Our pains well hidden behind our masks
Little clowns running away in the fields
A comedy of pain upon our naked souls
You big ones played
You had your roles
Now we dance in the alley of dead infants
You killed us at birth
You sold tickets to the show
Of dead clowns who dance
To the federal benefactors afar
Our demise was your pleasure
The dead end road to our destiny
Little clowns who dance to your whims
Children with stolen mothers
Our pain is your circus
Little figurines dancing on our heads
Experiments you say
We must decry, we are not happy clowns
Kill Kill Kill us all
Makes us fall into happy listless sleep
We must suffer death yet a second time
So be it! We live in eternal pain
In the alley of the dead infant clowns
Notes: I was listening to this video, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x1n-0MmLNg
It was the video itself and not the words that reminded me of an event here, I will post the info,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duplessis_Orphans
This is a very dark moment in history, and a sad moment, and that video inspired me to re-tell the story!
The clowns are coming! The circus starts today.
There'll be hot dogs and cotton candy-hooray!
With balloons of every color, puppets and games,
And so many animals that the brave people tame!
I love to watch jugglers and the man jumping rope,
And they'll have lots of fun rides there, I hope.
But mostly I want to see the funny, funny clowns,
With pink hair and red noses, always falling down!
Written on 4/19/2021
For: Nursery Rhyme 5 Poetry Contest
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