Best Throwers Poems
You're bored, you say? Let's bring on the bears
and dance them around the ring.
You should learn how to juggle or fly a trapeze
'cause I'm sure bored by YOU, ding-a-ling.
You've nothing to do? Let's bring on the lions
and elephants too. When that's through,
let's watch a human cannonball fly.
(I'll suggest that the human be you.)
Tired of me too? Let's bring on the clowns.
Your smirk I so want to erase.
Let them come out with dogs and on stilts
and then throw a pie in your face!
You're DYING of boredom? Let's bring on snake charmers
and the guy who swallows a sword.
Let's make you the target for throwers of knives.
Facing death, you might not feel so bored!
You need an escape? Let's bring on the freaks,
contortionists, and at last, dear,
people who practice escapology,
who can then help you to disappear.
April 17, 2019
for the Bring On The Dancing Bears Poetry Contest of John Lawless
(with all the many things to do in this world, I hate when someone says,
"I'M BORED" well, unless they are forced to be in a place they don't want to be and they have no pen and paper or technological devices on them!)
Tongues of solar flare writhe in combat kiss
—flame-throwers unleashed
iron words h a m m e r e d in fire
ferrous words melt-morph into heart-welts
once under skin
hear the fevered air burn with cheers;
c a c k l e s of c r a c k l e s and h -i -s -s -s
bellies of tears full of fire; fire feeds on gasoline tears
fire-eaters’ —bellies full of flames
turn inside-out; fire-breathers shape-shift
from love doves to squawk hawks
bonfire of marital bliss consumed by wildfire
desolation burns holes in lacy i n* t i* m a* c y
ashes
fall
from
s o l o
cigarettes
. . . nuclear winter in summer
t h r o a t s of songbirds c h a r r e d
. . . silence
follows blaring —w h o o s h— of serpent fire
purification in cremation of all OratiOn sound
liability and liberation
animate to dissipate in snaky smoke of HeLL-wraiths
apathy clouds form they rain on red heat
smother a smolder mother a cease fire
ember-ice; scalds freezes t–h–a–w–s
whets flesh — and wets fire extinguished flower bed
ashes laid down
—passion’s quiet confetti paves a path—
w. a. i. t. s
— s l e e p w a l k s
… d r e a m s
"Stone Throwers, Love's Release"
Cages
come in all shapes
and sizes
all different ages
the ones
who circle their
little locked rooms
counting time
in calm rages
steel bars
dissolving lives
scream please
release
pray for their
safety daily
for daughters
mothers
fathers
sons
Some never find
peace, freedom.
Love and kindness
somehow if
it remains and
Forgiveness
are the Key.
Hand them your
Love always -
no matter how hard -
Love's Release
Simon
Peter
3 Times Rooster
will crow
Cages
come in all shapes
and sizes
all different ages
throughout history
living in
different pages
Simon, Peter
Love’s Release
Simon, Cephas,
Petros, Petra
One man,
different names
IXOYE
Ikhthýs
Genuflection
Down on my knees
(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
"Stone Throwers" / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/2rKylLMdqtk
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of the sighted. not to see the hunger
Of their own brethren.
To the question of tolerance. I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of the wealthy, not to aid the poor.
By extending a helping hand of comforts aid.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The physically strong and sound of mind and body,
Unwilling to accept the different or physically
Handicapped.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of the stone throwers, whom judge
Others without truths evidence or justifications guilt.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of racism, inequality by skin tone
And ethnic origin.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of those whom believe their faith is
Superior, condemning all others because they believe
Definitely.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of malices hatred of those whom,
Chose to be different, in dress, lifestyles or sexual
Orientation.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of a soldier's courageous heart, to brave forward,
Against overwhelming odds, even though it places
Many innocent lives in harms way.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of mankind to destroy their own
Environment, leaving nothing left for the
Future generations to exist upon.
To the question of tolerance, I do tolerate all of this,
For I am the creature known as humanity,
And I have yet to learn from my own mistakes.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate
Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news
Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view
The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day
Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way
The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black
Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks
Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound
What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds
Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue
From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view
Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone
Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong
The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds
Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead
All through the night, tremors came and went
Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent
I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on
Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone
Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins
Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn
There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park
The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark
Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower
Are we about to witness, another of her powers
Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning
Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning
I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date
It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php
It is I,
Only able to
Sit before
The mischievous screen
Of the TV
And watch
Palestine, my country,
Fall like a
Corpse
On cold land
It is I,
Deemed
To observe
The homes and
Lives of my
Brothers and sisters
Turn into ashes
On an embellished LG
Flat-screen
It is I,
Spotting on the news
The olive trees of a
Palestinian fertile
Field flame
Into barren barks
Of nothingness
It is I,
Viewing the
Tanks and
Weaponed metal
Turn audacious
Rock-throwers
Into heroic martyrs
While changing
Some channels
It is I,
My generous name is,
A Palestinian simply
Deprived of
Setting a foot into
Palestine.
Before the crowds entered in,
Before the lights would uncover the stage
The Ringmaster would stand and gaze.
Such a wonderful sight as they would bring in the clowns
Their colourful bicycles circling round and round.
Balloons and costumes,streamers and bells
Laughter and those childish yells.
The strongest man and the playful dwarfs
Knife throwers and fire eaters,
You couldn't ask for more.
Trapeze acts and flying wheels
Dancing parades and men of steel.
Sword swallowers and trampolenes
Swings and comic scenes.
The Ringmaster would proudly stroll in,
Before the lights would darken the stage
He would stand and gaze.
Acrobats in the center ring
Ballerina bears on balls and bicycles
Cavalcades of clowns with calliopes
Dancing damsels in glittery corsets and tulle skirts
Elephants parade in wrinkled suits
Fire eaters flourish flames
Giants on stilts wave ribbons and flags
High wire artists risk their necks to amuse us
Impressive strongmen pull rocks on sledges
Jugglers toss rings and pins and torches and make improbable catches
Knife throwers thrill us with speed and accuracy
Lion tamers in tights tease lions and tigers
Mimes in masks mimic monkeys
Nets cover the aviary of exotic birds
Ostriches with riders race in the far ring
Pink poodles in tutus ride on a tiny Ferris wheel
Quick stepping ponies prance through their paces
Ringmaster Robert in his red velvet frock coat and top hat looking debonair
Slack rope walkers dance and do splits on a swaying rope
Trapeze artists twirl in spangled leotards high above the crowds
Unicyclists on unicycles tall and short and zigzag form fancy formations
Velvet vixen contortionists fit inside tiny trunks and magic boxes
Winged women do a wild dance in the air
Xylophones play for the circus parade
Yellow silks hang high above while leggy aerialists dangle and spin on the web
Zebras perform in unison; feathered headdresses bobbing on their heads
they say that
the traveling carnival
will visit our town soon
whether the weather
has been lately
somehow filled with gloom
and I'm just lurking
by the railway tracks
waiting for the ghostly train
and feel in my bones
that something wicked
is on it's sinister way
buy the ticket,
take the ride!
shout the jolly jesters
through danse macabre
balloons and darts
to the house of wacky waxworks
the imaginarium
lures everyone in
to explore the forbidden
fantasies of lust
with unknown consequences
something's just wrong
with this carnival of rust
what about the somber freakshow
the panopticon
the maze of terrors
thrills and spills
skeletal knife throwers
bizarre exhibitions
dark amusements
or a carousel that kills
beware the carnivores
of the eerie carnival
don't go there when it arrives
beware the devilish attractions
don't believe
the bait of fun times
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 ponies
And zebras painted red
Clowns of all description
Answering to just one man
In the center of the circle
Was Mishkin brother....Dan
He'd run the show for twenty years
Gone from town to town to town
In one day they would get set up
And in two, they'd tear it down
One day to show the locals
The circus still was an event
With magic, form the Barnum Days
All housed inside one tent
The sideshow barkers and their geeks
Were not with this fine group
Dan Mishkin had assembled
Only the finest circus troup
From Russia he had jugglers
Knife throwers, just the best
Bareback riders from Decatur
Along with all the rest
Fourteen trucks and trailers
Pulled into town the night before
Breaking ground once they arrived
Working right through until four
Just old time entertainment
No travelling gypsy band was this
It was the Mishkin Brothers Circus
It was something not to miss
The show was started promptly
At twelve o'clock, like the sign said
A parade of all the players
And the zebras painted red
Two shows and it was over
The whole routine began anew
The field was once more empty
Gone was the Mishkin rolling zoo
A year from now, we'd see the signs
And we'd all go to the tent
To see the Mishkin Brothers Circus
The best money ever spent
[Guitar instrumental intro]
I feel just like tinder
whenever you are around
you get to your sparking
and embers form around
I can't help but start glowing
you set me all on fire
you know it too those embers are for you
you set my world on fire
[Chorus]
Combustible!
but only for you
How did you turn my world upside down?
Keep me up all night long!
Combustible!
You sear me with your kiss
I am eager for your glances
and hang on every word
[Verse 2]
And when we get behind closed doors
and we are on a page
I am afraid the bedclothes suffer
the housekeepers deserve a wage
We barely eat
We barely sleep
We are at it again
Like twin flame throwers amen !
[Chorus]
Combustible!
We burn down the house
We don't see anyone else
The world fades away
and you steal my breath away
I can't help but start glowing
you set me all on fire
you know it too those embers are for you
you set my world on fire
[Chorus]
Combustible!
But only for you
How did you turn my world upside down?
Keep me up all night long!
[Guitar Solo]
And when we get behind closed doors
and we are on a page
I am afraid the bedclothes suffer
the housekeepers deserve a wage
We barely eat
We barely sleep
We are at it again
Like twin flame throwers amen !
[Chorus]
Combustible!
We burn down the house
We don't see anyone else
The world fades away
and you steal my breath away
[Outro]
I went to park on a summers' day
To people watch and find escape
Bikers and skaters and joggers too
Frisbee throwers, a patriarchal zoo
But of the characters of this parade
A boy and his dog seemed the most brave
The boy would climb a tree the dog would follow
Right up to the top or even a hollow
Across a bridge into the lake
The dog right behind not a moment to waste
Such a friendship they had two silly clowns
Adventures abundant ups and downs
And the dog and the boy wore the same smile
Oblivious to onlookers true to their style
The boy maybe ten the dog maybe two
In the park for the day all part of the zoo.
Dear Mr president
I seem to be in a spot of bother,
Would you please grant me a pardon
before you depart the oval room,
Seeking a change of reality
I ran away and joined the circus
well actually it was more a sideshow
Ringmaster said I’d fit in better with the midget contortionist,
however I was drawn towards the Siamese triplets,
joined together at their knees and elbows since birth
We got up to all sorts of hi jinx and Shenanigans life was great,
til the one in the middle decided to leave our troupe,
Me being their best friend they asked would I do the separation,
eager to help them I agreed to perform the operation
Not having a clue about surgery
I decided to knock them out with a sledgehammer
borrowed from the strongman,
and use the knife throwers sharpest blades,
I butchered them remorselessly for hours,
was a very difficult operation,
but wholly satisfying for me anyway,
Unfortunately but not unexpectedly,
the middle one suffered the most cuts and bled out pretty quick,
the other two died days later in multiple beds,
I was put in some hospital for the criminally insane,
and doped up to my eyeballs on potent medication,
actually settled in quite nicely here,
Worse part though is I had a fantastic combover like yours
now they shave my head every other day
Some say they’ll never let me out,
only occasionally do I think of going on killing rampages,
I’m not getting on to well with the parole board, “mostly democrats”
but hope to marry the midget contortionist, on our next imaginary visit,
The circus was disbanded, shortly after,
and they all live on welfare now,
bunch of really great guys.
I’m a republican
PARDON GRANTED
By David Kavanagh
Cinema Complexity,
I flex with Two Queens,
A box office specialty,
Especially with a sex scene,
English movers,
Movie goers,
Apocalyptic Mind Reading Flame Throwers,
Alien best friends,
Sarcastic gentlemen,
Leave your scent in the shower,
Walk out clean and empowered,
With a sunny disposition,
And a summer glower,
Truncated wires,
Flash bang blinders,
Rub and Tug with your service provider,
That sluggish lingering of credit defilers,
That euphoric tingling,
Blazing hot circuits spindling,
Touch gloves,
Touch hearts,
Touchy subjects,
Pointing out mistakes,
And clarifying sub-text.
Curiosity came to visit
My mind the other day.
The disused farm shed was filled
With boxes, bags, and bales of hay.
The boxes could have had anything,
Any type of something cool.
Dusty cans, old flame throwers
And an old milking stool.
And then it occurred, the wooden boxes
and tea chests were the real gold mine.
Dripping years of age, and ages of gone
Stocked with empty moonshine.
This shed would look great
Just boxes and crates lining the wall.
The ancient beams and rusted iron
Sort of like an artistic hall.
Paintings clinging to the timber
Natural red and green in pop art style
With shades of grey hanging around,
Something sexy once in a while.
Curiosity came to visit
In an old rusty barn.
It’s now a funky art room where
People laugh and tell their yarn.