Long Clown Poems
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My daddy, he gave me a silver dime
For to fetch him a bucket of cider.
My mama, she tended the laundry line,
With a big wicker basket beside her.
I took a hard left at the barber pole
And I walked past a drunk by the deli.
He was likely reliving his throw-away years
In some dark nightmare’s underbelly.
The Ferris wheel is frozen in place
By the exotic dancer’s cherry tree.
The sideshows provided the usual freaks,
Teasing gut brain and muscle memory.
An ascot wearing yacht rock commodore
Come ashore for his usual wage:
A pickpocket imperialist strutting the boards
On his chosen colonial stage.
He came from some tiny Alpine principate
After stealing a movie star’s roadster.
Just know for a fact that it weren’t Lichtenstein,
It was really Lichtenstein’s monster.
He has black labs, brewskis, and bluebirds
Neatly baked into his trendy man bun.
For when a little dab ‘ll do ya, as they say,
Who needs all that greasy kid stuff?
He’s just another two-bit clown
We see his pants fall halfway down.
There’s no understanding really what he did.
He claims he played marbles with the Sundance Kid
And the barkers lined the midway
From the high bridge to the gateway,
As I marveled at the wonders I saw
In this place they call Carnival Town.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
A SUCKER BORN EVERY MINUTE
Each brilliant midnight star in this wintry sky
reflects the innocent eyes of children that shine...
children remembering that glorious night lost to time;
will angels appear as they wait and sigh?
Isn't that the merry feeling of Christmas
that brings them to the stable where the cow
and the sheep keep Baby Jesus warm as a fire's glow?
Everyone should imagine this pretty scene with wondrous eyes!
Stroll down the busy streets of New York City or any town,
let those tricolor lights dust your fantasy with their Christmas magic,
feel the warmth as they glow like old Santa's who was a former clown...
isn't that the merry feeling of Christmas seen in his smile so sympathetic?
Entered in Gail Angel Doyle's contest,
" Christmas Magic "
written by Andrew Crisci
Chances are
Come time to remain
It wears our crest
It knows of our land our domain
Deep thought in time of massacre
But after, that's when the River can explain
I released the burden
The arrow out the quiver
The AR15 or the M16
But this time, there is no profit to save us
Proof of reverence deep in our vein
Today, I feel a fight but with no man or life against
Just to keep water below my neck
The ones should never be given the power
Poverty's grip bounces in the street
Then acts like a clown and becomes the wind
The weight is incredible
But it floats away
Carried by those with love deep
Enter the invited invaders
Their white hanker-chief waiting to be
Someone with a free ticket
Someone the opposite of me
frosty was a happy snowman
had a carrot nosed wife named ann
together they had a little snowball
who was only one and a half feet tall.
frosty had a button for a nose
and had a magic hat so it goes
as he sung and as he danced
all the children became entranced.
he ran hollering through the town
and was laughing like a silly clown
he went up the hills and across the snow
and where he ended up, nobody knows.
but rumour has it he was followed out of town
by the grinch who was wearing a frown
the grinch is so mean, and has no soul
was said, to have kicked frosty in the ice hole.
I ran from who I really am
To find who I wanted to be
Somewhere along the line
I slowly forgot how to feel
My body was a hollow shell
Fake smiles and plastic feelings
I fell in line with the world
Guided by invisible strings
I was like doll for the world to see
For anyone and everyone
To corrupt and manipulate
See everything I feel in my heart
Was it programmed or was it truly felt
And the thing is gods broke my heart
And devils held me close promising tomorrow
But if I lie my nose grows
Because I'm not even a real man
And I might hold that title but not the rank
I might sit on that throne but without a crown
My face might as well be that of a clown
Because I ran away from who I really am
To find out who I wanted to be
But then I finally found out
That who I wanted to be
Was already who I was
Hello sweetie, I brought you some flowers
I'm the clown you lovingly call hubby
I know how it makes you all gushy and stuff
When we cuddle up all lovey dovey
It usually leads to some playful smooching
When we caress and I nibble your toes
Have I ever told you how much that excites me
Feelings of passion start to flow
Hope my panting and fussing isn't heard
By the old couple living next door
If they get too excited, they'll probably need
A defibrillator, their heart to restore
But let's get back to me and my sweetie
Smooching and hoochy cooing
It sure turns my crank, puts a tiger in my tank
Absolutely love all this hoopty dooing!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Serious Is a Love Sick Clown
Ignorance is the lock
Knowledge is the key
Love is blind
Marriage sees
You can't change who you are
You can change what you will be
Little by Little
Equals more and more
Circles lead to before
Giving up leads to falling down
Serious is a lovesick clown
Too Dang Happy
It makes me mad to see others overly glad
It is just so awful sappy
When people get too dang happy
Moderation in all things
Exaggeration floods into boring pain
Enjoy it somehow without goofy shame
Irritating loud laughter all the blame
Shrill of silly
Gives me the willy
Tone it down
Into a frown
Then let me smile
For awhile
Turn the Dial
Brother, you preach it, I'll teach it and together they shall reach it
Slow down that gypsy soul
Let the truth, root and grow
Anything you need to know
You knew before you were ten years old
Hallelujah say Amen
Sister Mary raise those hands
Nothing goes as we plan
Bless a dollar shake a hand
Lift me up, bring me down
The Holy Land is sacred ground
Anything you seek has been found
Just to be sure look around
Father, Mother beaming proud
Shout the joy clear and loud
Something good is coming now
The remote is lost, turn the dial
MOTHER NATURE
I woke up feeling cool in my room
Got up and stretched my hands to the roof
Checking the time, it was few minutes to noon
Had to dash out to the loo else I go against the rule and I'll be booked.
As the shower running
Likewise was my heartbeat running
I tried doing some humming
May be I could clear my Mind from turning
Alas it was too loud to know the water was skin burning
I remembered the time and knew I was late
I tried all I could but couldn't just beat the rate
Still I dashed out of my gate as I paced in haste.
In less than a month I'll add to my age
This's to tell me I'm now of age
I've bn a fine boy even at my stage
I never stopped being one, you need to check out my page
Life has shown me sides, yet I keep my rage
It's time for me to think before it's too late
This work won't give me joy forever
Nor the job keeping me fit moreover
Grey hair springing out like never
Even the girls now reply me "whatever"
But I don't give a damn whatsoever
It's time to leave the wilderness and wander less
Only God knows where I'll find myself next
Round the country I've been in each I try building my nest
Yet I've never found a place of rest
Mother nature behold your son wandering in the dunes of life
He's got no place to rest, but he's just alive
He's journeyed for decades yet never arrived
Be merciful and beam on his path a shining light
Mother nature mother nature
Can't keep toiling like this all my years
I live my life but all in fear
Day and night I soak my nest in tears
When I tread through the ice, I dread the polar bears
When I'm depressed I soak myself in bear
With this I break the heart of my dears
Mother nature the oracle of existence
Save your son from the grip of this fierce pestilence
I've tried to be great with every persistence
I fortified my heart with resilience
But the worth of my life is evident even in my residence
Rescue me before I get drowned
Can't continue to have my hair brown
I want my health sound and my frame round
Let me not be continually called a clown
Never wait till I go deep six feet down
This is when I need to be crowned.
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
Emptiness inside my soul is all that fills the space.
If you look, that's what you'll see in the lines upon my face.
I walked the other side of town just to be your clown.
Left me standing all alone with my world turned upside down.
Back home blues with worn out shoes.
Looking for a sign.
No more abuse, I just refuse.
To give you what is mine.
This bitter pill of exctasy that's twisted me up tight.
Left a taste of lovely waste with no new love in sight.
I hear the clock, I hear the clock, ticking out the days.
With only one dream left to spend and hoping that it pays.
I've been through this a time or two.
It's never any fun.
When love is gone, that's it, we're through.
And nobody has won.
Take me back where I don't care bout grown up things like this.
Back where my heart didn't have to know bout what it didn't miss.
But that's just foolish hopefulness revereing what's been lost.
An empty pocket, lonely soul, that can't afford the cost.
Be the clown,go on, turn the world upside down.
Be the one, who never thinks deeply or on humanity frowns.
Be above it all, hide your heart all you can.
You, who are so superior to the feelings of the family of man.
Be strong, grind your teeth.
Hide from the fact that one day,you, too,will be under ground with a wreath.
Be sure to hide your genuine feelings!
If open, the crowd, or those you love most, will avoid you or send you reeling.
We whine about personal, irrelavent illnesses to the sky!
It's the thing to do, I don't get here thrill of it, should I?
The world is crushing me, is all I do know.
A planet filled with fear, as our hair turns the color of snow.
A life filled with living on devices, is, utterinsanity.
Where there are no voices.
Just a motherboard of humanity.
Deep love is heard like the crashing of windows.
Turn the other way from the heart of man, that is where
tenderness blows?
There are those with hearts as warm as a fireplace.
Gather round them soon, they are the remnants of the human race.
6/30/2021