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!)
I'm walking now
Shoes chew up the path
Leaving stragglers
Arriving shortly
Two day old food carried in stomach
Churn, churn, churn
Feet run, chewing fast
City someones coming my way
They're walking now
Shoes chew up my path
I'm the straggler
Stampede, stop, cross, stampede
Delay in arrival
Apologies
In city
In city no escapology
Rush you very much
Mute nasal variations with strong aftershave
Smile at watch when making time
Constant tocker
Constant ticker
Time, time, time
I wish it was quicker
Work alert
Alpha drive
Quicker time buzz word
Silver skinny snap cylinder
Keep me chewing
Keep me churning
I'm walking now at pace
I'm turning
I'm arriving now in place
Liquids churning
Waiting for a birthing pool
to throw up a dream chaser
nestled in chains.
The grip was easing out
on sun, stung by moon.
Asteroids start hitting again.
The runaway tiger had
turned cannibal, to practice
a new escapology.
A spiral of smoke
rises after the hunt.
You throw the glances back.
Someone will put a knife
in the tulips. Take home
the colours of death.
The celebration starts today.
Children of a bubble have
come out on the road.
Satish Verma
A medieval stone figure of a naked female with the legs apart wide and the hands emphasizing the genitals, found in Britain & Ireland.