Center of the rain found lost in the game
under the sky I clown around act all goofy to try not to be found
hey Mr president I heard you like my stlye
Want to sing to me baby I won't be here too long
I got a plane to catch ride to check
Wait for it I summoned the four winds bout to catch a case for it
Send in the clowns we all die slow
no funeral music for me cause I rise early now
would you think I am larger than life
yeah I am the same man that started this fight
can you believe alarm bells ringing truth be singing last night I almost melted in prison
Who can begin should the news reach him tonight
Dear Mr president I waited for lights
Waved at the sky as I kissed life good bye
Struggled with space time and had to bend my own light
now you know my hearts are in this I live for this right
put myself on a throne I would rather kiss life good bye
rule over the world that's not why I died
in space I sit on top the moon laughing
you think I wait for death to come gassing
await my mistake under flames I am exstatic
doom avowed me to freak the world with this magic
Bucolic frolic or supersonic & demonic
Alcoholic demands in the stands vitriolic
Iconic rollick or quite simply HEADonic
England so shambolic at fans’ behest
So chronic plans for a Baz Ball inquest
Ironic still curious why the rest are furious
Spurious contest they know which way’s best
Histrionic tease they jest please don’t be a pest
Scorn who’ve worn the Lions crest on their chest
Suggest fire’s the ire…ferocity of pomposity detest
Tire of dire quagmire but we’re blessed with a zest fest
Everyone complains about the vain inane campaigns
Disdain of the stain of their refrain just won’t restrain
Pain again explain is plain what does pertain to a Test
Ashes conquest no longer a contest our own Everest
We frown they clown around go to town double down
How very dare you review from your pew not impressed
We guessed they quickly confessed only one way remains
We’re profane..they’re insane our hopes down the drains
They insult with this cult as Baz Ball without Brains reigns.
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.
(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.
No comments, please!
Behind closed doors
It’s plain to see
We have our quirks
The way we carry on
Acting half our age
We’re mostly looney tunes
Yet no one would ever guess
We love to clown around
Laugh and snort out loud
We like to be ridiculous
We’re often very frivolous
Silly loopy and giddy
For sure they’d lock us up
If ever they caught up with us
AP: 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Body dreamer
Of a mirror image
Distorted-
Even the flat ones
Clown around
Food turns more than
The stomach
Upside down
No one else
Sees
The way we blow up
Like balloons
And twist ourselves
Into stranger things
Worse for wear-
Body dreamer
Of a mirror image
Contorted
I’m sure there’s a pill
To make me feel
Like I’m on stilts
High above the crowd
Where the air is cleaner
The view is sweeter
And maybe I can see myself
A little clearer
Than in the mirror
Picture a man's hooha on a billboard downtown
Ladies would be late, spill coffee on their gowns
With their mouths all agape
Their makeup in bad shape
Those ad boys sure know how to clown around
everybody loves a good story so here it goes dont nobody know what goes on in your soul dont nobody walks and runs in your shoes dont nobody feel your pain when you trying not to go in sane in the main brain trying to game sanity security while keeping a smile from becoming a frown so you start to clown around know one hears the empty sounds of your years of tears not even close when the bottle is half empty and you felt all alone and the flashes past and present start to play over in your mind you find rethinking it all dont want to be labeled unable to try not to worry and be happy life is a short challenge that has to be over come we only get one chance to turn it around making a dollar out of fifty cents makes up for a wake up take up the slack that those before you refused to lean back carry the name proudly we stand divided we all fall reach for the stars for that is our birth right so we can open the gate of our fate threw the straight narrow road not to many make it down that road but they are there to cheer and pull us threw pick up dust your self off and live the life those before us set strong line men woman we are the good 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
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
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..
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.
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
Many write poetry with the hope that their work will be profound.
I write poetry mostly to occasionally clown around.
we when on town
began to clown around
ran is to a cop
told us to stop
we refuse and got bop
than under a lock
well w you seel
to talk our way out this
we fail
so we had to make
BAIL
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