Long Carnival Poems
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The fancy carnival carousel caught my eye
Twelve wooden horses went prancing on by
I clambered on one, and enjoyed a horse ride
But when I had to dismount, oh how I cried!
When Mama and Papa tucked me into bed
Carousel horses galloped inside my head
I dreamed of riding through a fluffy cloud
My horse led the way; I felt ever so proud!
Every carousel horse has now been set free
With reins held tight, we cantered across the sea
When I woke from my dream I was on dry land
I won’t tell my folks .. grown-ups don’t understand!
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As a hero
You become what others could not
You attempt the task
In which you know you may never complete
As for my spectators, please take your seats
Because you held me
When no other would love me
My audience
My reader
Expendable I may seem
On this lifeless meter
As one can see
I have become vulnerable, useless
Soulless, my finale
At your carnival, these are my excuses
Because you held me
When no other would love me
I can no longer fly
But because you see doom amongst the stars
I shall reach once more for the skies
It may seem pointless
But it gives them hope
So my failure will not be a complete disaster
“I live in triumph
My tragedy”
Words swirl
Words curl
Wrapping around my cerebral cortex
Doctor with precise surgical context
Ink spills sterile the page my patient
Every word a pulse my thoughts foundation
Mind turbine spinning I'm wired on syntax
Syllables sprint laps no time to relax
Ideas combust rush through the glass
Concepts clash crash flash overlap
I code in couplets debug emotion
Flow in motion logic ocean
Every notion an explosion in disguise
I'm the reason metaphors oxidize
Venom in the rhythm when I'm penning my division
Inner vision in collision with precision and revision
Riddle every little syllable until the middle brittle
Whittle down a paragraph a parable a pinnacle
Poetry ritual pivoting intervals minimal literal
Cynical clinical miracle lyrical chemical spherical
Chronicle particles articles spark into particles
Logical arsenal marvel in carnival poetic arsenal
Now I'm sprinting on a thought train off chain all brain
Mainframe flame rain cant contain my own name
Echo chamber danger ranger changing lanes
Strange exchanges rearrange poetic remains
Rhymes ricochet through a crowded skull
Frequencies full mind chemical pull
Language bends like a solar flare
I inhale the noise till the words get air
Now the fire cools the letters on drip
The monster sleeps in the ink I grip
Every line a mirror every word a scar
I built this creature from who we are
Thoughts swirl words curl silence next
Peace rewires my cerebral cortex
They came in hot, and they came in hard.
What are they? Asked our strangest bard.
They were readily lead in by a lark bunting bird,
We had not a guess, not an idea, not a word.
They were at the carnival fair, is true.
We rarely see the likes of you!
Said one rude dude, whose name is Boon.
We shushed him away, and faced the moon.
The moon did not speak, but had a party hat.
As did the turquoise owl, the boy and the cat.
They were a strange lot, with a dancing mouse.
Wearing a lavender tutu, a ballerina in Touse!
Dressed as jesters, as clowns, and such.
We were intrigued and excited, so very much.
The knight’s horse wore a fancy shawl.
Welcome! We carnies said. “One and all!”
Darkness whisks the egg white strands
into the yellow yolk glob.
Time claws its way
wallowing through a quagmire
of booze, ooze and bog-breath delays.
"I'm Late, I'm Late!"
"Who Spake?"
"Who's seen better Ways?"
Feet spread strangely,
disengage and untangle.
Interlocking with toe taps
pin-pointed to barre-
laughing at those old elbows and knees.
The gasp of old shadows
lurking in clouds
dispels the carnival
confetti spaghetti charade,
to yell:
"Joie de Vivre!
"What the hell!"
"Is all this stuff about?"
Silence lies petrified
by a pillar of Babel-borne salt
outside of the window.
It can't get out of bed.
“I’m fine! OK!"
"I'm laying in"
"Playing dead!"
Each contradiction
spoke with impeccable diction.
Intonation interlaced;
with poise and puréed perfection,
personified.
It brought applause, clapped with one hand
behind the other,
a contra-counterpart.
A toot toot touche,
bowing to cheers
from both ways.
Settle in
Let me take you on a ride of a lifetime
The twists the turns
The fears we all have
It's a game of chance
This life we lead
Oh the dips the crosses the estrange
We all walk amongst the Graves
We ponder the conclusions
We captivate the creations
It's all around us this carnival of chaos
The clowns come running
The lions are roaring
We all want you to hear the screams
It's not for the fate of heart
It's much more then a ride
It's a discovery of uncharted land
A key to our emotions
A border for the strange
It's gamble on us
A bet for our riches
It's a common place
But yet so unfimiar
It's a realization that we control this ride
We take it in stride
We watch it go faster and faster
The days of our lives how do we fill this ride
How do we get pure satisfaction
We buckle in and enjoy the ride
Because in the end it's all about what we have become and how we navigated the change in us.
In folds of silence, I delve deep, losing myself in the shadow of a day that refuses dusk,
Where halves find no place, and words are gold coins,
Heavy and whole, without concealment, without shadows slipping between truths.
When I choose to be silent, my silence becomes a boundless ocean,
A vast field of stillness where everything is felt, yet nothing grows,
And when I choose to speak, my words flow like an uninterrupted river,
Seeking to fill every void with unblemished truths.
My acceptance wears no carnival masks, hides under no veils of mist,
But shines like a star in the deepest night, lighting the path clear and steady,
And my rejection is a granite wall, tall and smooth, without cracks or echoes,
A monolith of clarity leaving no room for doubt or weakness.
I do not settle for half-measures, for halves are fragile illusions,
That unravel at the first touch of a ray of pure and unyielding truth,
I do not feed on half-truths, for they are ghosts haunting dreams,
Making them crumble before they can take their desired shape.
My dreams are not half-wings, but full flights defying gravity,
Soaring above fear and doubt, seeking boundless horizons,
And my hopes are not phantoms that vanish at the dawn of doubt,
But strong beacons illuminating the path to an unwavering, eternal horizon.
For I am whole, a universe of emotions and thoughts pulsing in a symphony,
A symphony of life, full and vibrant, refusing to be reduced to fragments,
An existence that rejects any compromise that might extinguish the fire within,
I live a full life, for only in wholeness lies the true essence,
And only in wholeness can the soul dance freely to the music of eternity.
RUN BOY RUN
It runs in the family
green flashes
catch him before he’s free
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
penny warm glows
Marine morning glories,
yellow jacket...
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
Blazed wars and strife
Whose behind it
killer weed control
Just like Agent Orange
it runs in the family
Yellow flashes
cowardly runs
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
Wiggleys ™ Double Mint gum
Shoot first, die now
Die now colored child
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
21 gun salute
Blazen battle helm republic
What’s the matter with u?
An American carnival
Everything’s free vote for
Bernie Sanders
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
9/17/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment
*exercise from "Paint Chip Poetry"
Below are 14 footles, separate and distinct, with their own titles in bold font. A footle fest!
Sympathetic
Ben-Hur
Been her
Paving the Way
Guitar
Get tar
Muliebral Outlook
Female
Email
Origin
Sin's source
Seine's source
Borgana Interior
Driver
Dry fur
RN A Cappella
Nursing
Nurse sing
Comic Vowel
Funny
Fun "E"
Blarney Stone
Irish
I wish
Out of Time
Stopwatch
Stopped watch
Head to Toe
Dress you
Dress shoe
Canyon Carnival
Engorge
In gorge
Castle Restoration
Remote
Re-moat
Insomnia
Coffee
Cough fee
Beautiful
Sorry
Sari
2/8/2020
Poetry form: Footle -Just a reminder, a footle is a 2 line, 2 syllable trochaiac monometer poem with an integral title suitable for light, witty, pertinent, topical verse. To make it more fun, I also try to have the second line have a similar sound as the first line.
So there! Now you know.
We used to celebrate the fourth of July with our cousins.
Barbecuing food, and attending the parade up town on the square.
Sometimes we decorated our bikes with streamers and rode in the parade.
My cousin’s cousin was in the parade, as a queen once; that was nice.
Our families got along well, and my Daddy liked being with his brother.
We kids would go back up town in the afternoon to attend the carnival.
Sometimes our Daddies would be there too trying to win teddy bears.
But our mothers usually stayed home to do something else.
I have fond memories of dressing like my cousin on the 4th of July.
I always dressed like my identical twin, but dressing like Lou was special.
Her little brother Jerry and my little brother Richard were much younger.
Nice they had someone to sit with during the fireworks at nine p.m.