Long Circus tent Poems

Santa Claus, we’ve been out of touch 
and I don’t ask for very much 
but I have needs, and I’m in Dutch

I want to see the light of day
oh, and can you give me a...

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Through a wooded thick in a forest of New England,
There exists a secret circus called the Craft of Ringland.

Meandering through a meadow one night before the forest's mouth,
I heard a melody humming in the wind...

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No, my friend Paul, it’s not about saying everything,
And we do not lack time,
But the point is to say what you love, to love what you say,
Like a saxophone solo in a New York club,

To...

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YOU ARE TOO GOOD FOR ME SO SET YOURSELF FREE

You ask me why?
Because sometimes the world makes me cry
You ask me how?
I don’t how I’ve lived until now
But this much is true
Perhaps it was to...

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Indirect interference into interesting iconographic inked inner initiative is not a carefully stepping clam, a carved tree cake nor a dune of a moon. Taking no bistro out for a walk or a cafeteria for...

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When I was seventeen, they say,
That I was quite a punk,
Living in Las Vegas,
With a lady who was drunk.

Working as a valet,
For a place of ill renown,
When I got a bigger break,
Working as a clown.

Underneath...

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Multiply a horseradish with a jar of mustard and gain what exactly? A pickled onion? A beetroot? It's simply quite fascinating the divination of an oven glove. Materialistic bacon joints in a suit can often...

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The Alex Joneses among us

As we are coming up to Christmas, which is a feast 
for the advertisers, and it is impossible turning 
or switching on the radio or TV without getting an earful of...

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Her spouse wise or unwise, who can tell. Does he dream in midnight hues? Oh why doesn’t he wake up, or at least spit out that last sleeping pill. He might choke on it. The...

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Mimes at my Funeral
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...

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It's already hard enough to say anything accurately
without further obfuscating and camouflaging the soul.
The faces in the funeral pews are impassive, impatient
and the dead woman cares not what's said, isn't even present.

The poet gets innumerable...

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Of cotton candy and candy apple’s crunch
I remember the circus tent and dusk
The smells of donkeys and elephant dung
And heady smells of smoke that hung
In the air almost suspended 
Up in the air trapezists flew
Catch...

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    Updraft lifts limbs, leaves scurry like mice exposed
    Mother Nature shakes shorebreak, incline imposed
    Gnaws at sand buried tree toes gnarled, spit polished 
 ...

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suddenly from somewhere
a street urchin
an untamed bird of the wider sky
dropped down into the circus tent.

before him unfurled,
scenes eerie, awesome!
soaring lions and tigers,
gibbering baboons, caravans of camels,
animal tamers and acrobats,
artists balancing on poles,
swinging from bars...

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I stumble on contradictions and attempt the impossible

reflections condense as composure sings its ragged tune

a cacophony unfolds from the many voices in my head


´think you lost soul employ rationale logic and reason´

yet ´cogito ergo sum´...

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Suddenly from somewhere
A street urchin-
An untamed bird of the wider sky
Dropped down
Into the circus tent
Before him was unfurled
Scenes eerie….awesome!!

Roaring lions and tigers,
Gibbering baboons, caravans of camels,
Animal tamers and acrobats,
Artists balancing on poles
Swinging from bars to...

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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...

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UNDER THE RED UMBRELLA 

Under the red umbrella, sheltered in our rainy day nest,
my coal black heel lifts — our oneness beats in my chest.
Handsome in his dark suit, like an iron I press close...

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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...

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If a pink elephant rides on a green wave then the tarantula will be under great pressure. Chains are a peril. Particularly when placed upon a coconut. Technical difficulties are often solved with the clear...

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The elephant is in the room,
In fact the entire house,
But nobody really addresses its presence,
Or the damage it represents.

It’s not clearly seen,
Like a ghost wondering about,
The feelings may be present,
But nobody seems to drag it...

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meet my muse Trixie.
I want to draw.
she wants to play in the Thesaurus.
Trixie is a freebooter, marauder, pirate, she plans to win.

I sketch a monkey, elephant and acrobat.
I am in circus mode.
Trixie slams her green...

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meet my muse Trixie.
I want to draw.
she wants to play in the Thesaurus.
Trixie is a freebooter, marauder, pirate, she plans to win.

I sketch a monkey, elephant and acrobat.
I am in circus mode.
Trixie slams her green...

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Feast your eyes, ladies and gents, 
on the spotlight, high up in the circus tent.  
We cross our fingers, hoping, in our fright, 
our hero stays on the tightrope tonight. 

Wait, that man's sixty-six...

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There was close-by a SPECIAL PLACE!
I'd go to as a child.

It looked a lot like a circus tent...
But, it was MORE than that- INSIDE!!

For as you entered, Its domain,
What a wonder you would see!

Horses on...

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