Jester Poems - Poems about Jester

You joined the Navy. I joined the circus. I was always a clown, and you were always so serious. ...

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I'm a Ghetto clown, a fool for the cash/ Juggling dreams while the world does a dash/ If laughter's a crime, then call me a crook/ I'll steal your frown with a single look/ They call me a lamb, said, Take the fall/ But I laughed so hard, I shook the hall/ Crucify me? Sure, but here's the thing/ I'll go out...

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Jester The Joker juggled bottles decorated with the reddest flame. Three jars spun jiggling in the air jars four and five he held with care. Letting go of the ones in his hands he caught the next two on command. Jester The Joker juggled bottles decorated with the sky light blue but, out of one jumped Winnie the Poo. Then Winnie the Poo tried...

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The words of the many came out to a new call, soon to be damned The words of the paper overtook the red ink and made the pages blue The results eventually would be the words and marks of the damned Oh! my, how did the cries of striped doves go into the air as they flew Over 240...

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Jester collects round clocks He puts them in his lap Barely moving, so none of them rocks. He is a gentleman without flap Sits primly with his back straight Protecting his bounty for sure Jester is a guy first rate Keeps those clocks pristinely pure...

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With hair ablaze a jester unconfined. I scoffed at the mundane its life declined. My wardrobe a riot a rhapsody bold. Mismatched socks my standard stories untold. In classrooms of tedium rules I'd defy Grasping forbidden knowledge 'neath watchful sky. Craving for wisdom in esoteric wells. Chased squirrels with saws casting fanciful spells! Detentions for antics the school's icy stare Derided in classrooms a spirit too...

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For those who know me, this may be a surprise My mood lately has been less than upbeat The years must be catching up with me Lately I've been thinking a lot about life How it all seems so very short Seems like just yesterday, we had our first child He is now about to turn sixty-four Where did it go??? I've led...

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Bending a breaking point rupturing time Eons of history skirting the line Paradox native our true D.N.A. Truth as a concept forever in play Yessing and noing transfixed in between The jester in transit all canons demeaned Freeing the moment the first wedded last a twist to the turning —where memory contrasts (Septa R5 To 30th Street: August, 2023)...

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Hurricane jester spinning with the calmest eye; Cranked on retrograde....

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I stood gazing at her from across the room My fly all the way down She chuckled and pointed On my face appeared a frown But I didn't waiver Never missed a beat I stumbled over to her Like I only had left feet I tried to introduce myself When out of my mouth I spat Hitting her in the eye I shouted here let me...

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Jaunty little fellow, Joker for kings and queens. Jolly bells on hat, shoes, Jingle with his movements: Jumping, dancing, bowing. Jabs fun at all he can, Jovial trickster man....

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Behold the Pied Piper has tossed his pipe belatedly in the trash Having led folks down some garden paths he trousered wads of cash Dollars, pounds, euros, rolls of wallpaper - the currency didn’t matter He gathered countless cretins, enchanted by piffle and patter From sound suburban Ruislip to Henley-on-the-Thames This...

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Love is like the sun, Is this saying true? Then crushes are like the moon, This I believe do you? I blushed at your every movement, To be honest I stalked. Reminiscing every little moment, Shared in every little place. Your long legs I do admire, Eyes as fine as wine. Lips as pink as roses, Fingers long and slender. Sometimes in my dreams you appear, Other times...

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She made this bard the courts most hilarious jester A ferris wheel of brown-orange eyes expresses her Try to look in those eyes and not become their requester I fall in like quicksand, into muddy pools as I caress her Cinnamon of that iris gives my heart nothing but pester The purse strings wide open, my soul now, her investor...

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He filled his head with ballads, His fingers full of notes, He wore a jester’s hat And multicoloured coat. And he burst onto the street One Wednesday Market day, With his lute in his hand And he began to play. He sang songs of freedom, He sang songs of joy, He sang songs of love, For every girl and boy. A crowd quickly gathered Listened to...

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