So few will ever see
A clown’s sorrowful tears
His hopes, his dreams, his fears
Hidden so expertly
Can it ever be known
A clown’s most cherished thoughts
His soul, tangled in knots
To us is never shown
He lives but to perform
He seeks that center stage
The actor’s gilded cage
He covets as the norm
It’s heavenly to him
To make the people smile
And laugh for but a while
For life is awfully grim
May God bless every clown
Who brings a bit of mirth
Who lights this darkened Earth
In ways small but profound
Huzzah! Now let us cheer
The jesters now and past
Who place their feelings last
Who hide from us their tears
You dwell in the shadow
of the prodigal.
You did before he left,
too, when he was away.
Now, he has returned
to joyous rapture.
Huzzah, huzzah;
you shrink a little further.
Though eagerly welcomed home
not all return reborn in penitence.
Some,
after taking in the seven sins,
come back;
to hide among their brothers;
stealing needed love;
because they can.
You know that he sins still;
yet cannot utter to a soul.
This cuckoo.
Not to break your father's heart;
best yours is torn;
again.
You dwell in the shadow
of the prodigal.
~ SIR GALAHAD's RETURN ~
Sir Galahad's returned to life
Hurrah! Huzzah! and Yippee-Yay!
He's bought himself a hunting knife...
Strange appetites of steeds these days
Demanding noodles, but not hay
Announcing in the village square
"I've come to catch a yeti live
So pray for me a simple pray'r
That I, and not the yeti, thrive"
Sir Galahad, upon his steed
Doffed his visor, then off he rode
The village folk did pay him heed
They prayed a heartfelt plea and crowed:
"Please God, this knight not catch his yeti
~ We haven't any more spaghetti"
-- Iambic Tetrameter (Mostly) --
Lost while in my arms
Our love tempered by the years
paper weight is me
Ignored my passion
My yearning goes unanswered
It sucks to be me
My imprisoned love
Gilded is the thoughts of us
Reality check
Parasitic love
Take take and never to give
Choices have me bound
A user is she
Taking me for all my worth
Oh to be in love
Being with my love
Points that my heart must achieve
Huzzah, same stance
i scream “Huzzah!”
as lightning rips across the sky
holding my breath in anticipation
surely, thunder is to follow
innocents reek of trepidation
in her wrath, daylight is swallowed
masses run for cover
before they’re consumed in deluge
this is “my” place of refuge
finding solace in her rage
her temper soothes me
she is the beast within
i am weak and powerless
born of flesh and blood
she is reckless abandon
fate in a liquid dress
from the breast of the Harpie
suckle a thousand warriors
howling in unison as one voice
guided by the eye of her storm
Today is national happiness day,
Well would shout huzzah, hurray,
But suspicious of a happy ending,
And with "happily ever after's" pending,
Wish only for sweet equanimity today.
Note: Written on March 20, 2015 for Happiness Day
Sabotaging my dying will with small treats
Under hoping that sweets are not my only taking happiness
Greatly appreciated though the free quick fill of pizazz
Am I ever such a child when it comes to my share
Rare are the chances; for when you get older, not much candy is allowed
Relentless is my mouth for another taste
Urging is my body for a quicker pace
Simple are the treasures in my hand
Huzzah! A needed chocolate fix
on the road to Beverly
past Corfu, Smyrna
a battered homestead
a rusting hulk
hot wind, dust
storming sky, raging river
how much better than backbiting and fear
contempt energizes above
a crack, the rip
bolt over the shoulder
Mother Nature's huzzah
then silence, crickets
soft wind
and the leaves sound like rain
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