Long Joker Poems
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I turn off U.S. 30
at an exit for Ames
and see Jack Trice
Stadium expanded.
Memories stir
of football games
the jubilation and sorrow
found on the field
more than forty years ago
where campus heroes were made.
Three blocks away from campus
The Towers dormitories still
reach into the sky, my
fraternity in their shadows
is now a bed and breakfast.
Brothers there always said
the biggest lessons are
learned out of class.
I take in the sight
of the Iowa State Campus
and in my heart
live there again.
I see myself sitting behind
a coed in Psychology when I gazed
at her long, light blonde hair/
Now my mind replays our conversation
when I drove across town with her
after a Friday get-together.
The song, The Joker, played on the radio
and spoke to every desire felt in my heart.
Now I call out her name
and wonder where she’s gone.
The sun breaks through the clouds
as I pass through town for another time
such joy found as I live those times again.
'Why so serious?'
He would say as he started to walk my way.
He wears a purple over coat,
His face as white as a ghost.
Always has a smile beaming from ear to ear
Laughing like a maniac till his eyes are full of tears
Who is this mad man with hair of green
he is the creepiest thing I've ever seen
He always seems to have a trick up his sleeve
Along with many different weapons' like you wouldn't believe
Spreading uncontrollable chaos trying to put on a show
Committing crimes where ever he goes
How did this criminal mastermind come to be?
What drove him mad to reach the point of insanity?
Some say he fell into a tank of chemicals that drove him insane
Others say it was the loss of his wife and unborn child
Whatever it was it caused him a lot of pain
It seems like he was already unsteady
Close to that breaking point, slightly losing his mind already
Maybe he was never really okay
All it took was a little push over the edge
And we got the Joker we have today
Entered in the premiere contest, Superhero or Supervillain
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Placement: 3rd
Themed based
takes the place
of sponsorship strategies
a consortium of things
that angles on the
possibilities
Wrong choices
selfish motives
and disobedience
are key points to began
instruction
each theme focuses on
person " Anyone"
who needs instruction
but does know
the right terminology to
illustrate what he or she needs
Thematism and Sponsorage
teaches terminology with
word usage and definitions
to separate
the confusion
of spoken words
in play or in day to day
communication.
We will take time
to find each genre were each
term is usaed and
define it's purpose.
Using the right word in
the right pretext
illustrates one's professionalism.
Incontext studies
will separate each term to use
words in the jargon and field
where it is surpassed to be.
For example Prise Mandel
is smart. But a person on his job
doesn't like him.
Instead of auguring with him
or fighting him
he uses his position as manger
to get Brice into trouble.
He put's Brice in charge of
management while he is on vacation.
He tells Brice that he is to
reopen the restaurant after hours
and asks Brice to
clean the grills and stoves before
inspection.
He tell Brice to write
the chore list under
the title " duty of the Flurrers".
Flurrer is a **** term. When
the District manager came
to review the books she see's
Brices entry in the Chore Ledger
under Duties of the Furriers:
and she instantly fires Brice for
being unprofessional. Brice has
now been seen as a joker, someone
unprofessional. And he doesn't
ed and worked
to achieve.
A noble trade a soldier made
To fight and serve my country
The cradle fix indoctrinates
A nationalistic junkie
As in Oman true colours shown
A philanthropic lie
Semper fi, death before dishonor
Ours is to do or die
I fought to serve my country
Well prepared to pay rhe toll
Blood sweat and tears I freely shed
But my country wants my soul
A bloody tale so deftly written
Etched deeply, growing colder
An ode so deathly chilling
In a song sung for a soldier
Carried high in the wind
For whom.the bell tolls
Dark secrets revealed
Like Dead Sea scrolls
I've toiled in the depths
Of a depraved quagmire
My feet engulfed
In brimstone and Hellfire
Though you can't bear the weight
Of a heart that is heavy
When it's your turn to pay
Can you handle the levy
A fight to the death
A bone for to eat
Do you fare any better
Than the dogs in the street
I don't know whence it started
With just one single tear
But pretty soon the damage done
Was far beyond repair
It hangs there in life's war-drobe
A shining Christening robe
Don the garb of Nationalism
That's worn around the globe
The tear in you had lain hidden
As tears so often do
Until that tear is beyond repair
From mending tread or glue
The Devils a joker
If its laughter you're after
But his punchline gets told
In the here ever after
I failed to find the honor
Nor the righteousness of war
Dulcet et decorum est
Is my deeply hidden scar
Our crucifixes broken
Scattered in Elysians Halls
No words of comfort spoken
As the Tears of Jesus fall
(The words in quotes are Ed Sheeran song titles.)
"Remember the name" you loved to repeat?
"Kiss me" again on Piccadilly Street.
Smell the "supermarket flowers---" lilies, roses, and such.
"Take me back to London," where our "shirtsleeves" would touch.
Two "hands of gold" framed with silk sunshine,
clinking together our glasses of wine...
"The hills of Aberfeldy" were never so green
with "a perfect duet" of "the joker and the queen."
Now, from our "castle on the hill," you aim each dart.
Could you find a kinder "way to break my heart?"
"I see fire" raging in every half-truth.
Is "this" the end of us, or just "the end of youth?"
"All of the stars" and "1000 nights"
were witness to some incredible sights...
"One" "perfect" "photograph" beside Big Ben...
Now a picture torn, in need of a mend.
Our still life moments have seen "happier" days.
I can't "stop the rain" of "salt water" haze.
"Shivers" surround me like the windy, grey sky.
"Sycamore" leaves flap fast but never fly.
Your coat, your lips, the blame---"put it all on me"
in public view like "overpass graffiti."
"Bad habits" lead to a thousand "first time(s),"
"a beautiful game," and a thousand new rhymes.
I see the "shape of you" in each "dusty" leaf.
My eyes search the ground, drowning with grief.
"Life goes on" without a yawn or a dream.
The "spark" of my heart is in your "bloodstream."
"Don't" "cross me" out of snapshots, in hopes to forget.
The "best part of me" will change all regret.
8-23-2023
Declared debris? ... O' woe is me!
I am a just a chubby club of three..
Beyond the two, ... before the four
Not the card I hoped to be
If I could choose, I'd be much more!
I’d wear a crown, and be the king
But, what the heck….the deck is stacked!
A crying shame…to have a name
that holds no pride, and sad effect
is that I hold no claim to fame!
Even twos get twice the fame!
Just plain ole’ me..
Not five, not eight, not nine, not ten,
I’m hardly worth a chip to bet
Just a three of clubs…and chubby too
A chubby club! Oh! Woe is me! …
A plain old three of clubs I am
And I get snubbed, at poker games
No one really cares for me
They toss me in among the crowd
Of royalty and joker smiles
Ace defends his rightful place
Dueces often party wild!
I shuffle in, in lower case
Get pushed around the dealer’s place
Those sevens poke their hearts and spades
Into my face! It's a disgrace!
A racist bunch! … Why must it be?
The diamonds sparkle in the light
Those snobby queens don’t flirt with me
The hearts, in fact, get all the love
Old Jack, the leader of the pack
hangs out with only rowdy spades
The odds are stacked against my name
Even when I’m old and gray
I will shuffle in, worn, bent, and frayed,
And while they play their poker game
Some day they’ll use me as a peg
Folded over several ways
To fix that wobbly table leg!
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Submitted for PD's Contest : 101 Old Poems in a Row #7
"Submit"
Best Bower or Joker?
Submit intense pink velvet tipped
wrapped all around your Proust
hot silent Senryu’s ripped
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"There are two "bowers" in a trump suit and they are both Jacks.
The right bower is the Jack of the trump suit,
and this is the second highest trump
(the highest trump is the Joker).
The left bower is the Jack of the complementary suit,
and this is the third highest trump."
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Wax Tailor x The Games You Play No. 40
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Author's Notes:
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Here I sit playing solitaire,
red queen on black king,
sister number one, so special to you,
black queen on red king,
another special gift is sister number two.
Ten of hearts on jack of spades,
the wrong one you find,
after trying so long,
but you loved him just the same.
Queen of diamonds on king of clubs.
No, clubs and diamonds are not compatible.
I change it to queen of hearts,
Your dad deserves the best.
Red two on black three,
red diamond on black club,
Seven on eight, eight on nine,
all of your friends and people you find dear
are hidden in the cards.
I play each one looking for you.
Ahhh, there you are, the ace of hearts.
I lie you gently in place,
your king of hearts just below you
and continue turning the cards,
but there are no more I can play,
lost again.
I look at each one as I put them away
wondering where I fit in.
There I am,
the Joker,
left in the box.
07/26/2017
The lying sewer rats have revealed themselves once again
a tale has surfaced without credit but begs to be king
this plague and disease has taken away innocent life
We all can see the scorpion in words published in a sting
the odour leaves an invisible stench deeply within souls rooted
Our nation has what it deserves corrupted evil swine
wallowing in self pity crying over spilt milk bad eggs
poor in spirit drunken by their lack of knowledge
wisdom is condemned as false doctrine to address logic
Where creeps the shadows over the truth sandwiched
hiding behind a mask the joker laughs at democracies fools
This world is falling into the pits of hell with rotten apples at the helm
they form a circle dividing people to core beliefs
brainwashed individuals follow their leaders backwards principles
God be with anyone who can think for themselves
because the trendy have lost all faith and love
they judge everyone by their own standards
afraid of the cross they bear malice against goodwill
Sin we all can see how you mutilate everything Holy
take one look into the heart of this problem unfolding
hide your face in shame as the day will come when you kneel
Sacred are the living?
And just why would that be?
Decay, gifts a-giving!
Under the skin to see.
Light, fall fast! Soul, fly away.
Poison, work thee hard.
Sunlight in my sky, shine grey!
Crystals, bear thy shard!
Emperor of ancient world?
Best that ye revive.
Spear in warrior hands a-hurled!
No longer alive!
Doom, claim all. End Times, begin.
How else can we win?
Blanch everything, light of Sin!
Drown it all, O vin!
Wicker man and bickering mare.
Tortoise, eat the hare.
O tornado, on a tear!
Thunderstorms aren't rare...
Warp and woof. The Devil's hoof.
Gambrel, pitch and roof.
Smoke of bonfire, in a poof!
Joker, time to goof!
Hated are the days of man.
Lengthen not each span.
Clock of mankind, how you ran!
Eat, reptilian!