Long Bowler hat Poems
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LEGEND
Humourous pretty pageant
Glamorous majestic pleasant
Macrocosm of circus :
Fun and stunt on focus .
Comical pose - postures !
Witty whimsy gestures !
Sweet short speechless man
acting on tricky plan,
performing mischievous,
playing pranks oblivious.
Swift prompt cheerful chap,
demanding delightful clap.
Moustache butterfly,
feigning as if shy.
Thin lips always pressed,
bowler hat to impress.
cute cane in hand
like a clown to stand.
Conjuring jugglery,
ensuing mockery.
Sarcastic ! silent !
Enchanting movement.
A Star International .
Simply Exceptional.
Great Charlie Chaplin
Hearts of all to win.
Stands at end :
A Legend.
ALIENATED FATE
Is life but just a game,
Are we all made the same,
Do we seek money, fame,
And only look for gain,
And every day begin the game,
All over again!
The wealthy need compassion
But just point and blame,
Leaving an unsavory stain,
No matter the country, its
Location or terrain!
The poor, no chance for school
And hungry in their pain,
Suffer war, strife, poverty
And death, know
Not the meaning vain,
And do not ever feign or
Dare to deign,
To be like them, they could
Not travel down a
Rich man’s lane!
Meanwhile the politicians
Banter on, saying their main
Concern reform, the poor
Get poorer, bane
Of their lives equality,
But pleas ignored, left out,
In torrential rain!
The rich with bowler hat,
New suit and cane,
Beware, your future will
Hold no moon to wane!
This planet’s life’s long yearn,
To achieve uniformity, and
Inherently apply the will to learn!
Mostly an oddball was Magritte
here however a portrait sweet
Usually & reputably so surreal
this 'cig girl' is so so real
Belgian Rene Magritte
whose paintings were so neat
Full of stilled enigmatic
in scenesso idiosyncratic
Rene Magritte so surrealiste
was also a moraliste
His art as a dream
never reveal what they dream
Renee Magritte,an enigma in a bowler hat
I wonder what we should make of that
perhaps they are his alter ego
he never said so we'll never know
so
banal
yet
deadpan
absurd
clashing
symbols
heard
in
the eye
where
imagery
is
all
there’s a temporal aberration
happening in my head
or it could be I am dreaming
or maybe I am dead
there’s a small purple t rex
who is wearing a bowler hat
while on his massive back legs
he’s sporting yellow spats
he’s dancing a foxtrot
summoning me with a wave
to join him in his frolic
but I just aren’t that brave
there’s an orchestra playing
composed of flying fish
under a banner stating that
we play anything you wish
the dance floor is crowded
I’ve just seen an antelope
with a sign on his back
all ye abandon hope
I am swimming in confusion
next to a cephalopod
all in all this situation
is somewhat rather odd
but I think I’ll just enjoy it
I may wake up by and by
or maybe this is just
a pleasant way to die
When Holmes ejaculated,
'It doesn't take a brilliant detective
to identify many of the people
on this planet are damaged or defective,'
Dr. Watson was heard to observe,
'Never a truer word spoken.
Most we meet, at 221B Baker street,
are utterly, if not completely, broken.
Psychologists reason, 'Conditioning's the cause
for them to follow such absurd routines,'
but it's my considered and confirmed belief,
insanity really and truly runs in the genes.'
'pon reflection, in the blink of an eye,
quoth Sherlock in reply,
'All the King's horses and all the King's men,
couldn't put Humpty together again,
and the same goes for those we know.
But if I'm wrong on that, I'll eat your bowler hat,
or my deerstalker chapeau.'
I bow to
First International Star
The Iconic figure of speechless cinema.
Revolutionary Actor
creating ceremonial precedence
carrying charismatic elegance
on success of tramp character as vagrant wanderer
ensuing mockery whirling enigma.
Sweet, short silent Man acting on tricky plan
Mustache butterfly, lips pressed
Wearing bowler hat to impress
Cute cane in hand, posing as clown to stand
Cool calm, clad in cocoon of sarcasm
Always rushing in fun: Jumpy walk on right angled turn.
Geometrical movement slipping silent.
Charlie Chaplin cheerful chap
demanding deserving delightful clap.
Humorous pretty pageant
Glamorous majestic pleasant
Macrocosm of circus
Comical pose and postures
Funny witty gestures of super quality.
The Global Celebrity.
Artistic Realistic benevolence in aptitude.
Precise Perfection in plenitude.
My deep reverence
Earnest admiration and adoration
to Classic Comedian.
My emotive veneration
for presaging emblematic errand
on typical style tangling in derision.
Diplomatic Director on dauntless dogma.
I bow to
First International Star.
Welcome to Gutter Ball Saloon
Where careful words waft through the tavern;
Serpentine swirls with evil intentions.
Watch your step and pocketbook.
Observe the chap in the derby hat.
No, the other one.
No, the other one…with the honeycomb vest.
That singular sap is one of kind.
Or one of ten; a soldier-still pin at full attention
Standing in formation on the glossy maple
Eager to be wrecked, toppled head-over-heels.
Spare.
He’s been gassed, you see.
Some fancy bouquet of honey perfume
Mingled with cheap cigars and one too many.
He’s feeling lucky and takes a gamble.
Throws in his hand and a couple of dice for good measure.
Snake eyes!
Just look at that dame.
Her dark velvet accentuated physique
Candy apple lips that drip pearls
A string of words she drapes about his neck
Intoxicatingly beautiful.
The phrasing…and she’s a bit of a looker too.
A real up-and-comer with a knack for bowling.
Spare.
A quick spritz and yank of the string.
I dare you to look away.
He’s choking…but of course he is.
He never had a chance in that bowler hat.
Just look at those red cheeks.
Flush.
She’s got him by the balls.
Snake eyes.
Now if you’ll look closely…
I’ve got your wallet.
Strike!
4/26/15
EDDIE MARS AND THE SOLAR WINDS
The biggest band in Lisburn and fronted by Eddie Mars
A guy who could play anything, on his collection of guitars
On vocals, Charlie Venus, who was the joker in the pack
He played his fender tele' through a great big marshall stack
On bass was Johnny Neptune, with his yellow platform shoes
He harmonized on vocal, a disciple of the blues
The keyboards were delivered, by Hector Mothership
He worshipped things electrical, and loved the microchip
Ray Uranus kept the beat and he wore a bowler hat
Sure only a crazy drummer, would adopt a name like that
They played all over Britain, with their rockin lunar style
They sold out gigs in Wigan, they were lauded in Millisle
Their stage show was fantastic, with a massive lighting rig
A spaceship and some planets, lit the stage at every gig
That grew a loyal fan base, as they played across the land
They lived a life of excess, just like any touring band
Success soon followed in their wake, awards came thick and fast
And very soon the space machine, had an ever growing cast
Five young lads from Lisburn, fifty people in their crew
An entourage of strangers that they never even knew
Five big trucks, a fleet of cars, a chopper and two planes
A man to do the finance, who didn't even know their names,
Still, fashions change, the sales dried up, the audience died away
And soon there were no big crowds, to watch the five lads play
Their last gig at the Ulster hall, was an evening to forget
Out of tune, and full of beer, as they stumbled through the set
And things got pretty messy when accountants came to call
They had no cash, they had no rights, seems their manager had it all
Their luck ran out, the band where broke, they had to end the show
They had to sell up everything, the spaceship had to go
Ray could never come to terms, with all the hurt and pain
He took some drugs and alcohol, he just never woke again
Hector went to college and he earned a top degree
And now he is the I.T guy in a light bulb factory
Johnny is the local star, who likes to talk about his fame
He tries to pull the young girls, and dine out on his name
Charlie lost his family, when the alcohol took hold
He shelters in the hostels when the weather gets too cold
Eddie left the country, when it all became too much
He now lives in Australia, but he never kept in touch