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Flawed Masquerade Carnival
Upon the midway of imperfection,
The traveling human circus, “illusion” of perfection,
A masquerading “mask,” in carnival unmasked,
Lies “cracked” in equinox
Like “torn” tickets discarded in the sawdust of dreams
As the “façade” crashes down into “flawed” fragments
To scatter splinters in wild spinning carousels
Flinging away the costumes of sideshows
All exposed wearing nothing but transparent truth.
Bathed in dignity
Integrity rises up shaking off ballyhooed dust
Shuts out the carney’s “broken” come-ons,
Taunts and barkers no longer entice,
Clothed in capes woven of calypso sunlight
Scarred arms, no longer concealed,
Reach out to clasp thundering pure moonbeams
Discarding charade’s ragged camouflage
And the “imperfect” circus moves on to another town.
6-21-21
Contest: Flawed
Sponsor: Constance La France
Prompt words: flawed, mask, broken, cracked, façade, torn, illusion, imperfect
Shadow of Emily Dickinson
Shut in
But not
Shut out,
Heartbreak -
Tragedy from high towers
Swooping down in towering tornados
Descending,
Ascending from foul marshes
In quick sand
Stalking careless footsteps;
Stealth, like a storm,
Lurking by the doorstep
Round the corner
On the highway
Up the highroad
Near the low road;
Alone
But not lonely
Colleagues of long ago,
My companions,
Coax my muse into contemplation
Far from the scheduled, frantic crowd,
Erratic cacophony
Blowing horns, sirens,
And lonely whistles of night trains -
No harmony -
Wooing inner child emerge to play again,
Bundled up against the frozen banshee’s breath,
Sitting in the lap of time – lost and unrestrained
In candied dawns and lavender midnights,
Ignoring the scream of seconds to pay attention
Startled by life peeping in through rosettes –
Intruder with vacant eyes
Calling dance with dance macabre
To the dirge of who knows, when shutters close;
Turned out -
The fainting soul flies on clipped wings of stone restored -
Not turned away
Turning ‘round -
Grabbing the hand of verse – friend called lyric -
To the sound of remembered carousels enchantment;
Freeing elfin earthbound energy;
Essence escaping boundaries at a welcoming hearth
Exploding
From isolation’s womb.
7-30-20
Covid 19 leaves restless kiddies with parents’ imagination at home
So why not create fantasy in the lounge for a resilient pleasure dome
Grannies’ chest of drawers comes alive as a goal with lace for a net
No offside rule here as she watches from above and hedges a bet
Please clear all those trinkets and porcelain figures from the top
Ronaldo needs safe play when beating isolation from the penalty spot
Magic carpets swirl kindly when Daddy turns on that powerful hoover
A broom for propulsion transforms into a practical boredom remover
Chandeliers are useful for swinging from when tedium starts to beckon
But they are intricate carousels and swirl pleasure round don’t you reckon
Hang on tight and beware of the hard floor made from antique floor tiles
If you land softly play hop scotch and twister to keep busy for a while
Monopoly puzzles and scrabble are more entertaining than news from TV
Planes crafted from newspaper are not only useful for that piddle or wee
The circus has come to town and first prize goes to Mom’s swivel chair
Stand two to a seat and close eyes for heightened senses if you so dare
Make you own Rubik cube from scrap and swirl the brain tease ad infinitum
Imagine you’re on a spell rollercoaster make new words like squanticotycon
Musical chairs come in handy to the sound of overt defiance over the virus
Compared to computer games ballet or dance on the piano are more desirous
With a tool kit and Mom’s motor bike craft crankshafts gears and bearing
The sky is the limit with spokes from wheels and hooter for emergency flaring
Suspension rods invite to navigate back paddle and circle from kitchen to loo
And please save paper rolls for teammates to wipe sweat from their brows too
22nd March 2020
Carousels and merry-go-rounds of beyond days
Captured and punished us because of selfish ways
Made projects of and dissected our lives
Raping women and beating children and wives
One-thousand knives cut deep into the heart
Always around and running our lives from the start
Murderous monsters are on the prowl --- loose day by day
Murdered and violated in every single possible way
Mobsters and gangsters take control of our streets
So many people gathered around mortuaries --- they weep
Why has all this evil flowed through our graced lands?
Why are there glass and razorblades littering our sands?
Babies without family and infants without a name
Who is all but ourselves for all this sin and shame?
The Devil and his minions infect the world we live
He has our souls and lives --- what else can we give?
How do you counter an attack from the other side?
How can we tell what's the truth and what's been lied?
I guess that deep within your heart of hearts the answer is
Finding the right religion is the answer and the quiz
Pink flamingos prance with Hooper cranes
high above a vaulted mall ceiling,
a China-blue sky paints fluff upon stucco clouds.
I hold your hand playing hide and seek,
intimate inmates in our open cage,
we are concealed inside a crowd of glitter tramps.
There are rampant plaster angels,
there are neon rainbow fountains,
there are screaming cherubs.
Eyes mob shop windows.
I lose you in the crush and crowd.
Jewelry dazzles on blue velvet carousels.
Spied you on the edge of a mirror,
you’re seeking my fractured reflection
yet too many fake diamonds impede.
Murals crumble under a thronging press,
exit doors spin, spun by a midday sun
no one but I can see the ghost riders.
Found you under a plastic palm.
I thought you carried a child in your arms -
it was just my love that you held so tight.
The alleyways within the maze are paved with rats and mice.
Evangelists with moneyed fists collect the sacrifice
from losers scorned and rubes reborn, and promise paradise,
while in the back they cook some crack, inhale, and roll the dice.
A bum called Boe has stubbed his toe, he’s stumbled in the gutter;
with broken neck, he looks a wreck, the sparrows all aflutter,
the passers-by, they close an eye, and turn their heads and mutter:
“Let’s pray for rains to wash the lanes, to clear away the clutter.”
A river slows neath mountain snows, and leaves begin to shudder.
Though rip-off shops and crooked cops are paid not once but thrice,
the painted girl with flaxen curl is paring down her price
and loosely tempts cold hands unkempt to touch the merchandise.
A crazy guy cries “where am I”, a schizo titters twice,
and double quick a lunatic affects a fight with lice.
The jungle teems, a siren screams, the air is filled with meth.
The Reverent Priest and nuns unleash the Holy Shibboleth.
And Righteous Jane who is insane, as well as Sister Beth,
while telling tales to no avail of everlasting death,
at least imbue Hagg Avenue with whisky on their breath.
The Reverent Priest combats the Beast, they’re kneeling down to prey,
to fight the truth with fang and tooth, to toil for yesterday,
to etch their mark within the dark, to paint their résumé
on shrouds and sheets which then completes the devil’s dossier.
Old dan, he's drunk and in a funk, all mired in the mud.
A Monk begins to wash Dan’s sins, and asks “How are you, Bud?”
“I’m feeling pain and crying rain till soon there is a flood.
And no god’s there who seems to care I’m always coughing blood.”
The Monk, he turns, Dan’s words he spurns and lets the bible thud.
Well, Banjo Boy, he will annoy with jangled rhymes that fray:
“The clanging bells of carousels lead blind men’s minds astray
to rings of gold they’ll never hold in fingers made of clay.
But crest and crown will crumble down, when withered roots decay.”
Continued
*Image of Horse Carousel by Pixabay.
Paradise Holds A Horse's Crown
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Tis naught mere magic to be found,
for they have lept beyond the ground,
All in plastic they wore as gowned,
smiled in pretense confused the frowned,
Paint ashen white and horsey browned,
ere their lift dips flowerbed drowned,
All earlier had been preowned,
earned their freedom per pound by pound,
For they had pranced purposed meant clowned
froze on carousels round and round,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Paradise holds a horse's crown,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Naught to gait frolic fixed they wound,
gift with horse sense made naught a sound,
In righteousness, they did expound,
wonders commenced and made a mound,
That they grew from merry-go-round,
launched by faith be now Heaven bound,
Sought was you deservingly hound,
enwrapped in dreams had you been found,
Enjoined in quest blessings surround,
collectively after fairground,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Paradise holds a horse's crown,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Upon a steed saw you profound,
rewards a lift be him spellbound,
Comes opened gate all are inbound,
a genteel spot e'er a playground,
Boy gifts release gaits all around,
beset in gold placed out a crown
Views linger as a boy propound,
a fostered life former background,
A boy realized belonged crown,
rightfully his steed be renowned,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Paradise holds a horse's crown.
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Amazing acrobats astound awe-stricken audiences. Amy always asks about acts already arranged.
Bouncing bears balance beach balls. Bobby Bear bicycled behind Betsy Bear.
Crazy clowns crash carelessly. Carousels circle clockwise.
Daring demonstrations dazzle dazed dreamers. Dopey donkeys dance diligently.
Elegant elephants elate everyone, eating everything enjoyable. Eight elephants execute exciting entertainment.
Forty-five feisty flamethrowers fiercely fight fires.
Great Gambino gulps gigantic gems gingerly, giving gasping gazers giggles. Genuine gigantic gorillas gaze goofily.
Hefty horses heave hefty hounds, howling harmoniously. Heavyweights hurl hug hippos. “Hasn’t hurt him,” Hugo Heavy huffed.
Iris indicated it’s impolite if I’m interested in inquiring into immersion into icing.
Joshua juggled joyfully. Jeremiah just jumped jackasses.
Kissing kangaroos kiss kids kindly. Karate kicking kids keep kicking.
Lions lounge lavishly leaving lookers laughing loudly. Lollipop licking llamas licked Lional Lion lovingly.
Many men make mountainous merriment. Mules march, munching Mayberries.
Nineteen nutty nags named Nancy nudge naysayers near nets.
Orange orangutans obey old-timers, opening obese objects.
Portly Peter Penguin parades past pretty Penny Penguin. Penny paused, politely preening. People purchase peanuts.
Quilting-bee queens quickly quiet quails. Quarantined quibbling quackers quickly quiet.
Rabbits run rampant. Robert requests refreshments.
Silly seals steamroll stalled stallions, snorting soundly. Six stallions stomp successively, surrounding such silly seal.
Tumblers take to the trapeze. Three tall tents tower, taller than two tightropes, two trapezes, three tumblers.
Ursula untied ugly umbrellas.
Vexed Venetians volleyed violently.
Wondrous wide-eyed watchers wooed weighted-down wagons.
X-rays x-hausted Xena
Youngsters yelled, yanks yelped.
Zany Zelda’s zebras zigzagged.
The Prophecy:
An ordinary December morning
extraordinary hopes in white,
streets adorned with snowflakes
embellished in red crystal dreams.
She boarded her cab to airport,
awaited holidays had arrived.
From carousels of Tokyo city
to sledges in the Alps, a while.
Roads blocked in snowfall,
eh, just a glitch in the matrix.
An hour early was a wise decision
she couldn't miss her flight,
home calling season it was.
But oh the flight was delayed
by seven hours for clear weather.
'It'd be a roller coaster ride',
her roommate had read a horoscope.
The tiresome day had just begun.
The Adventure:
A birdie spreading new wings
exploring corners of terminal,
unexpected fascination at stalls
infant desires of relaxation.
Strangers seemed welcoming
a town thriving with journeys
she traveled for 10 hours
without moving geographically.
At last announcements made
she boarded with nostalgia,
the journey to her homeland
began with a gleaming dusk,
golden sunset kissing adieu
to sequins of ocean waves.
She read a verse or two
then dozed off with clouds.
A feather travelling afar
in alluring worldly delight.
The Glitch in the Matrix:
Until they had to pause,
just an intermediate stop
where she stepped out to stroll
retracing steps to board again
caught in freezing showers.
Warm at night, she shivered
longing for her cushioned bed.
A long interesting day though
she wouldn't want it again.
With lilac morning whispers
it was time for her homeland.
Outside was a soothing warmth
veiled in white familiar gleam.
She finally cuddled in her bed
with mother's handmade meal.
Woke up to a cup of coffee
and checked for calls on phone.
Gosh! It was still yesterday
dreaded to repeat she'd forgotten,
her body had traveled in past
Alas! It was a different time zone.
~A True Story
September 2, 2020
All In A Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
An inspired dream I dreamt
In the distance she stood
A visceral beauty from empires unknown
Floating on a cloud of illuminating luminosity
Emanating serenity of the Almighty and Divine
A glorious incandescent everlasting flame of Universal Hope
As she gazed through her beautiful twinkling eyes and held mine
She whispered in soft dulcet tones as the translucent grey smoke swirled
Keep the faith
Your brethren and you
For you earthly souls live for eternity
We await you in the Holy City
Where no-one cries and there is no pain
Enjoy this life
Your earthly reign
Embrace your dreams
Believe in the Powers of the Unseen
Embody your reflection
Make love and compassion your prime worldly companions
A secret I recount to you
A code to enter into our Celestial City
Sharing your inner flame has always been your plight
I am Evermore
A Redeemer of Light
I watch
Collate and reaffirm
I await you
And the brave and always welcome the infirm
Use my inspired words and seek to learn
Evermore
A deity from a Place Unsaid
Where we never die but always sing, loves symphonies and dance
Will you heed her words or go another path instead
She disappeared
Her flames lingered in the Astral Realms for a short while
A symbol of a place where no-one is ever reviled
Tales from the Astral Realms
Of majestic beings sending Inspiration and Light
Deities to heed throughout life's many carousels
As I awoke, I was still under her spell
Evermore
An angel's tale, I just had to tell
Are you too
Willing to embrace her spell
A wonderful embodiment of divinity
To always guide you and be one with the lights
An Angel called Evermore
(C)
Copyright John Duffy