Long Circuses Poems
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Marvel of fond Mother-Nature,
Carefully carved nomenclature!
Mountains fold hands toward blue skies,
Where stars flutter, like, butterflies!
Water-waves warmly wash the feet,
Fleets on sleets meet around and greet!
High, steep, sharply molded boulders,
Stand in accord holding shoulders...!
Solitary human standing,
On a broken cliff crash-landing!
A bird flying around its edge,
To build her nest, finding no hedge!
An owl dwelling in a small hole,
Lost as though with a restless soul!
Bats, waiting for the silent night,
Alike, are, bleak views of cliff- sight...!
Suffering writs of erosion,
Churned by chisels of corrosion!
Carved, compiled, combined, conditioned,
Into wild bird-beaks protruded!
Steeply, slippery, surfaces,
Sloppy, soapy, still, circuses!
Cliff has its captivating charm,
That until disturbed does no harm...!
11 January 2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
On the museum walls, a many hued color explosion,
As in varicolored gardens where beauty is spoken,
Or emerald forests where strange wildness thrives,
Scarlet macaws, blue frogs and orchid bee hives!
On nameless city streets, a steady fashion parade,
And sunshine orchards where luscious fruit is made.
Circuses and carnivals, with clowns and balloons,
And seeing flamingos dancing, on golden afternoons.
And popular culture in its varied shades and styles,
Painting upon the times, many appreciative smiles.
And the blur of lovely cars, sleek on the highway,
Heading toward red sunset, no thought of yesterday!
Life used to be so glorious for me
when no one feared or scorned me. Children flocked
to circuses and parties just to see
my great performances. This clown’s life rocked!
The world has changed, but I’ve maintained my style.
I ride my red tricycle, juggle balls,
and do my slapstick tricks that once brought smiles.
Laughs followed my outlandish, well-staged falls.
Kids who adored me once are terrified.
They’ve been exposed to movies that portray
us clowns as wickedness personified.
I’m grieved by tales that keep the kids away.
I can’t compete with kids’ hand-held devices.
The few times I’ve performed in recent years,
it’s been painfully clear that what entices
the young is phones and games. I earn no cheers.
Add to the kids that fear me and the ones
that won’t watch me and can’t put down their phones—
the ones whose parents favor spending tons
of dough on birthday trips; some take out loans!
My life is now bereft of much that matters
to clowns. My very being lies in tatters.
January 6, 2023
Tatters Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Jamun or Kala Jamun - we call it in India,
Black plum, Jambu, Jambool - for many, it's a mania;
In months of June end July; one could find young and old climb,
Sit over their branches; relish the fruits; as though pass-time...!
We've twenty trees in our garden; jamuns ethylene-ripe;
Fallen ones are tasty too; though look so stereotype;
Boys on branches, like pendulums, oscillate from both sides,
Like clowns in circuses, all through branches easily stride...!
The old woman who hurriedly picks, says it curative,
Of diabetes; it's anti-ulcer and digestive;
For disruptive functioning of kidneys, it's good, she says,
Have minerals and fibers; her experience does whiz...!
I enjoy Java plums so much; all through June and July,
Vitamin, iron, and phosphorus in big quantity;
Keep internal and external organs felicitous,
Being, in each food-act, sensible and solicitous...!
Is it enough to think of these trees during fruit-seasons?
Do we plant saplings and care for younger generations?
Bharat was known as jambudvipa, land of jambu trees,
Is it not our duty eternally to protect these...???
16 August 2022
Your Thoughts On Blackberries Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
I'm a small street,
big street,
narrow,
wide...
down street,
top street...
Important,
imposing,
left,
right...
Street of the dream, street of suffering,
streets of the lost
whores...
Rua do Sol
at noon,
moon street
at night...
abandoned dirty street
kid lying on the sidewalk,
intriguing dark street
robber...dangerous street...
river street,
beach street
passers-by street
passersby
hurried
elegant...
Augusta Street,
Florida...Fifity
Avenue...
Avenue, Gasse
alley without teeth
Old Town...
street of creatures
night, lovers...
Car streets and
of coaches...streets
parallel walkways
fashion...
street from anywhere
streets that lead
to failure or to
success...street
of people who live
in it and of those
pass her...
shopping street,
fairs, circuses...
Street of Memories and
forgetfulness...
Street, street...!
I'm a small street,
a big street,
narrow,
wide ...
Street,
top street ...
Important,
imposing,
left,
right ...
Street of the dream, street suffered,
streets of the lost
prostitutes ...
Rua do Sol
at noon,
Moon Street
in the evening...
Abandoned dirty street
chit lying on the sidewalk,
intriguing gloomy street
burglar ... dangerous street ...
Street,
beach street
passers-by street
wanderers
hurried
elegant ...
Augusta Street,
Florida ... Farm
Avenue...
Avenue, Gasse
toothless alley
Vilha Velha ...
Street of the creatures
night lovers ...
Streets of cars and
of coaches ... streets
parallel, walkways
of fashion ...
Street from anywhere
streets that lead
to failure or to
success ... street
of people who live
in it and those
go through it ...
Street of shops,
fairs, circuses ...
Street of souvenirs and
forgetfulness...
Street, street ...!
Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
'Twas but a reptile passing by.
It flew across the deep blue sky
Why do reptiles fly so high?
I'll love you till I die.
"Twas but a cat under the moon.
Did you have a silver spoon?
Why can't cats all waul in tune?
I'll love you very soon
'Twas but a wooden legged man,
Carrying a large brass saucepan.
Why can't men do what women can?
I'll love you better than.
Why are adverbs?
What are nouns?
why do circuses have clowns?
I'll love you lying down.
Where do dreams go in the day?
What game can we adults play?
Can you or can you not say?
I'll love you,in my way.
'Twas but a verse that seemed so free.
It floated over my oak tree.
I have eyes but cannot see.
I'll love you when I be
We are the last animals on earth,
Sneakily chasing elephants,
In the perilous bush, o Delight!
Eating frogs with forks
And sweet sour cream,
Reading books to dream about lazy whales,
The last animals,
Raising lions in traveling circuses,
To slaughter sheep in the name of God Almighty,
We are the last animals
Running away from hungry bears in the snowy Rockies,
To steal honey from worshipping bees, o Delight!
The last animals to change color, pain,
To whip the green asses in Sichuan,
The last animals on earth,
Feeding yellow birds in wicker cages,
To frighten the ostriches with large black feathers,
Breathing in the golden aurora jungle,
Living alone under the fast clouds,
We are the last animals, o Delight!
Capturing butterflies in picture books,
To tear the dresses with pink and high flowers
Impudic women, sweet strawberries,
To the delight of white panthers with sharp claws,
Really people, tell me, aren’t we wild animals?
Amen.
Dr. Goo Goo lives in the clouds with God
Follow his instructions to the T when sick
Take two aspirin and call him in the morning
Right now is good. Never is even better
Fevers come with a cough and a quack
Not all doctors are created equal
Some live under rocks or bridges
Deliver babies when not playing golf
Goo Goo wears a mask at Sunday services
Performs surgery on high wires at circuses
Sports the letter G on white pajamas
As a reminder; Who is God and who is not
Surgery on tightropes, scalpel between the teeth
Comes easy with his degrees of certain certainty
With expertise he keeps patients in stitches
But do not laugh when asphyxiated
When the doctor falls do not applaud
Audiences should stay in their seats
For no particular reason
Safety nets and parachutes get lost
Dr. Goo Goo fixes us before we go wrong
Before we return back to ash and dust
From that stuff, primordial goo called humans
Who come with medical and dental plans included