Long Circus Poems
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If it's honeyed words of praise and toasts of good cheer
that you expect to read from me, you'd better stop here.
As an American... I would if I could, make him disappear,
and if drinking would make it so, I'll need a keg of beer.
To the Commander of Grief,
A message is useless because you admit you don't like to read.
You're deaf, dumb and blind to advice you should heed
and don't give a fig that your actions make Americans bleed.
Lusting for self-gratification, no matter how nasty your deed.
Take note: I didn't address this to you as 'Mr. President.'
You're in the White House but an undeserving resident,
who's proven to be a dysfunctional, delusional dissident.
From changing your evil ways, you would never relent.
With great need for power, you seek a throne and a crown.
As a twice impeached felon, your sins are world renown.
You're a charlatan, imbecile, womanizer and a circus clown
You've stirred muddy waters until as Americans we drown.
You can wear a MAGA logo on your hat, but it doesn't disguise
the crap spewed from your mouth. There's no truth in your lies
Heartless you are, uncaring it's our future that you jeopardize...
Land of the Free we used to be until you chose to criminalize.
Some rant on and on saying your promises have been fulfilled.
False. You tore down many things that we'll have to rebuild.
Disrespected the Constitution and filled the Oval with gaudy gild,
defeat you, we will because the people's spirit cannot be killed.
A united America once existed, but in your narcissistic ruling years
you divided our nation and made the innocent shed many tears.
You do as you damn well please, honoring yourself and your peers,
but your lunatic legacy will live on, sung by voices of balladeers.
*A contest in AP asked entrants to write a message to the President.
Self reliancy stimulates political independence,
pragmatic critical thinking spurs revocation of spurious Partisan information,
vigilanteism guards against the Juntas,
systematic interdiction of peoples' ability to to procure food, self educate,
self medicate, and to self defense is a vital instrument in disabling citizens' morale,
it is true that several Companies provide 'civil rights' that are subject to repeal,
but these liberties must conform to security & production for the State,
the more detached we become from the land the more immense our collective ignorance,
Will to struggle recedes like red from the dying rose, spirit is sterile,
sciences are employed to subvert the passion of men, to mire the maternity of women,
to emasculate the youth, to assault the temperance of ladies,
as the bison were decimated so to fascilitate the conquest of the feral Indian,
the Anglo-Saxon farmer & tradesman were displaced by manipulated Markets,
corporations rabid with greed, fawning to increase world trade
and to blowt stock exchanges, enlarging theaters of war & dictating foriegn policies,
an arsenal & circus of judges, lawyers, politicians, academics, entertainers,
elastic options such as Inflation, minting money, loans, and criminal dockets,
Abraham Lincolon & John Kennedy desired to reestablish democratic banking
and were both slain as dangerous heros,
cartel suzerainity always wins,
an agrian ethos is too intractable an opponent for oligarchial commerce,
as laws are ineffectual to dissuade a starving man, leaves don't stop the rains,
there is no need for insatiable government when one can grow crops, build homes & and micro manufacturies, where trade is honest& equitable, no swindles,
division of labor for maximum productivity at the expense of individual health,
eradication of heritage to ease trade, passivity in exchange for integrity,
can libertarianism be retrieved from the vice of the mold maker,
will we deliver this odious model into the depths of the galaxy,
will there always be captivity,
regulated life is controlled life, and that is enslaved living,
words ' make the world go round ',
we are subjects of international law codes,
Freedom dwindles -
J.A.B. Copyright 2012
This Composition Is Entered For Skat's " Democrat Vs. Republican " Contest -
Mimes at my Funeral by Carolyn Devonshire
When my time is done and I am finally laid to rest
I don’t want to be recalled as one who lived life depressed
So as I wrote my will, I chose to leave an instruction
That laughing gas be inhaled by all those at the function
No mournful eulogies will a pastor have to invent
For my funeral will be held under a circus tent
When dozens of clowns emerge from the tiny Volkswagen
Reams of my silly limericks Bozo will be dragin’
And as they’re read aloud, family and friends who knew me best
Will say, “She had a sense of humor, this we can attest.”
Mimes will mimic me trying to write the world’s best novel
As my corpse hangs from the trapeze, surely they will marvel
Laughter will ensue as they shoot me from the cannon
Flying high in my demise across the great Grand Canyon
All the children will smile and there’ll be no tears allowed
So no one will ever remember me as a “dark cloud”
There are people who seem to take life way too seriously
When I meet my Maker, don’t view this as a tragedy
Dad called me his “happy girl,” so let me go out that way
I want to leave them laughing as I reach my judgment day
This piece sums up Carolyn’s joie de vivre and her positive attitude to death.
For Gwen’s Devonshire contest
Form:
Wide eyed cat girl had a glow and a glimpse
We steered clear of her of course, as we are imps
She had the crazy look of one of those chimps
You see in the circus who walk with butts out like gimps.
Wide eyed cat girl had a look that said leave me alone.
She did not answer to anyone, rules she did not condone.
I never saw her with technology – TV, an I-pad or an I-phone
Since she was a cat, I assumed she might like to bone.
Wide eyed cat girl gave me a look that shrunk me down.
It was the same look she gifted to others in our fair town.
She ran off one night with Sir Tom, a circus cat clown.
Someone said she got married in a hand me down pinkish gown.
My Fathers House
It had been years since he had last seen his dad, when he lost his job,
he hardly came home.
After many missed birthdays and graduations, he gave up on the notion of a real dad...
Years later, he found him living under a bridge, on a makeshift bed.
He ate off a cardboard table held together by rocks and twine. Stored his empty bottles in an old beat up cooler, filled with stale pizza. They had words that day and he vowed to never return. As far as he was concerned, his dad was dead...
One day he got a phone call from a nursing home saying his dad was in their care.
He had requested a visit from him, would he please come. He had expected many things on that day, but a clean dad with combed hair, was not one of them.
They shared a hot coffee and donut while sitting at a table. They spoke for hours.
He asked his son to wheel him to the dresser. He gave him a card with a big blue balloon on it and a circus clown. "Whatever happened to that little boy?" he asked him through his tears.
"I don't know dad, I guess he grew up" while you were elsewhere .
That night for the first time in years he slept in a dry bed with a real blanket and, a door.
Somethings he learned to live without , some things he plain threw out,
but the memory of his son's smile, that he never forgot. " Its oka dad,
it flew up in heaven to be with mom " was his five year old reply.
He once had a child and he abandoned him, just like a circus clown.
July 26, 2021
Holograms and hieroglyphs
The whole weighs heavily
touched caressed lightly
brushed on feather canvass
granite marble marvellous papyrus
innocence rejuvenated
partial and impartial
Chiselled in and out
of comprehension angled
layered facets facts
subjective trueness
ciphered and deciphered
Snow flakes teardrops
ink on paper hailing crystals
pastel rainbows thunderbolts
and blind pitch black darkness
tell the story weathered lives
Freedom torrent lightening
anxious reproduction
wholesome holes concatenations
metaphoric mosaic translates
picturesque ‘holos’ trying to emerge
Vertex vortex on horizons
told untold forgotten
and beyond beheld
diagonal a-synchronicity
discovered spoken written
felt and never once complete
Lyric lasers beaming densely
condensation compromised
at the cutting edge of aural light
lacking graphic clarity
eluding synthesized illusion
Once we decipher unconventional
primal prismatic re-reflections
meanings life calligraphy
inscriptions narrative conceptions
we enclose and liberate
the hologram that seems to be
Infinite eternity of scripts
encrypted systems
webs of life’s distortions
fragmentation truth reality
paint the picture of
conflicting contradictions
making sense constructions
lithographic mystery
moulded into understanding
Holograms are limited to
the scope of three dimensions
tending mind and body soul
complementing contrasts
hollow narrow depth untold
Burrowed in words rational
irrational emotions rationale
defence deflections oppressed
repression incarceration
loose out transitional
transcriptions miss the point by far
the bigger picture yet emerging
uncertain clarity sculpted
in hieroglyphic excavation
Carving holy boundless beauty
with the fourth dimension
of subjective sense perception
and the changing timeless
flowing circuit circus artwork
in the making reading writing
on the imaginary wall of life
over and above the hologram
engraved in fallacies
arrests of real unreal reality and
strikes the balance never known
of what is and only seems to be
22th May 2016-05-22
Contest entered: Holograms and Hieroglyphs
Excited children,
heavily in attendance
at the circus watch
with rapt attention...
as a mime
tells funny stories
without words.
Incessant chuckles
cut through
the pin-drop silence.
Their smiles
so bright
it could shine
to a flash!
Submitted for...
Strand Select X,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (N/A)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 02/22/2020
Date written: 01/07/2020
Remember all the lovely words;
The ones I spoke with ease?
They’ve left me now, like south-bound birds;
My fevered mind found peace.
That jubilee, you hoped to see,
The happy circus show,
Packed up the tent, washed off their paint;
Exposed, they had to go.
The elephant, he charged the tent;
The crowd went wild with rage;
But all the while, you sat and smiled;
You knew I’d break the cage.
They’ve laid me here, alone inside,
This wretched box of pine;
For I have kissed sweet suicide
No longer is life mine.
Time marches on, as well we know;
It stops for not a man.
But if I could, I’d break the glass;
I would, and start again.
If lesser chimps bow, trail alpha male’s tail,
If a filly fawns on a horny stag,
Show her willing hind to dominant male,
If paupers please a podgy moneybag,
Man, an attired ape, bows to brawn and brain,
Pour pains on him to please power-wielding pelf,
A creepy spoon knows none of due restrain,
And flatters fat pockets for puny self.
A man no whit better than a proud toad
May pretend t’be an alpha lion king,
Yet if knows not enough that it's too odd,
He’s a cat that cringes in circus ring.
To bow to hefty weight as human is
As humouring lofty heights as to please.
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Sonnet |02.06.2009| humour
Poet Dimples
How can I please?
I am lost at sea!
I don't want to write poems,
that simply, are not me.
That's pure duplicity.
I won't sell out on me!
And, I am human, after all.
I do hear that non-stop siren call,
"Be popular", that's all!
That's the dichotomy,
I find myself in.
Like being in a circus,
Trying to make the crowd grin.
This poem so wonderfully
direct and simple,
It creates creases in my
attractive, poet dimples.
So, I find iif I, only accept myself
as is.
And if others just cannot?
Well then…..it is, what it is!
1/3/2024