Long Three ring circus Poems
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on tour, gone to the mountain, raising the roof,
keeping time w/ the music of the spheres;
down that old, ecstatic, out-of-the Way-
honky tonk highway,
a star blazing brighter
in the mystery of the night
in the heart of the desert.
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(Usury is dead, not God.
There're no bloodied, dancing bears
in the three-ring circus.
There're no circuses.
There's only bread.
There's no organ grinder's cowed monkey,
cap and beggar's cup in hand.
Sweeping, the river runs fuller.
Cacti grow taller, more thoroughgoing,
desert blooms burgeoning,
blooming richer in the moonlight.)
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Real deal,
saint and sinner,
hunkered thundering over his drum kit,
and coolest in dark shades in the heat and
glare of the spotlight,
he beams, Buddha-like.
He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease
A daring young man on the flying Trapeze
His movements were graceful, all girls he could please
And my love he purloined away
The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze by George Leybourne
THREE RING CIRCUS
The clown wouldn’t smile, not for a million dollars or a cent.
Those lips, though painted on, were stuck like cement.
Lips curved down to his chin, someone’s jealous of him.
The upstart performer used permanent marker, broad not slim.
Then the perpetrator named both the clown’s cheeks.
And the tears that ran down were not eye socket leaks.
“This is not funny!” he said as his horn bellowed a laugh.
“Stop clowning around behind my back! I’ll write your epitaph…”
The trapeze artist yelled down below, “You’ll have to catch
Me first!” “Why you…” yelled the clown. The net, he’d snatch
And the ladder too, then he’d shake the snake out of his tree.
Poor clown, the magician had it in for him too. You see
She had a trick up her sleeve. She had constructed a plan
To move the frown up the pole and let down her man.
She let down her man so hard, he left a hole in her heart.
Now she’s clowning around with her new trapeze counterpart.
11/30/2021
A scent filled the air as clouds wafted in, they say it's petrichor
and quickly all the children raced in the open door.
A deluge fell, loud and pitter pattering on the shingles
as their clothes were soaked and crinkled.
Then softly it dwindled down to rain drop droplets
each warm and teasing calling children to act as hobbits
Puddles strewn huge on the driveway where they could play
and the sun shown as the children went outside to wade.
They danced to shake the stillness of the trapped cupped water
when the storm clouds opened and were rain was caught there.
An illusionary ghost image shivered on then in the surface
swimming ants and wiggle worms tried escaping with purpose
it caught their eyes and they gathered sticks to pull them out
the boys so brave, the girls raising quite a shout.
They rescued each and set them in the dirt
as the girls demanded none be hurt.
They returned then to their three ring circus,
plucking stones along the water's surface
Upon their shoulders a thousand drops came
but they gladly played all day in puddled rain.
Viola,
if you could,
would you come home with me?
Far, far, far away from your three-ring circus dream.
Far, far, far away from your master's steel-eyed hook,
the one that broke the joints of your spirit.
They dress you in sparkle and silly caps.
Happy cotton candied music fills your gray ears.
They pile half a ton of frantic on your back...
Your master can't look anybody in the eye,
while he's counting your hard-earned cash.
It's a wonder you haven't already snapped your chains,
stomped the barker and his clowns into far away.
Viola,
come home with me.
We'll stroll a few acres of plush green
to roll in a muddy pool.
So, you can wash away those greedy green-eyed fools.
We'll weave pleasant elephant memories.
I'll bring along a sack of your favorite treats.
Sing you songs from Mother India...
And when your time has come
I'll set you down so very gently between dreams made of ivory...
Viola
Life is a three-ring circus
Thrice around and around
The jolly merry-go-round
Fun the ultimate purpose
Mesmerized at this and that
Laughter for every age
Exotic animals in a cage
Used to being stared at
Rides speeding up and down
Through hoops and loops
Joining dancing troupes
Circumventing any sad frown
Lining up sideshow freaks
Presenting a two-headed man
Sexy dancers doing the cancan
A bearded lady that wreaks
As he flaunts treacherous highwire act
Ringmaster shows off painted elephants
Clowns making fun of fake elegance
Big top forever designed to attract
AP: 1st place 2025
I listen to the screaming, squabbling, slapping and the slamming
I am perched on the edge of their couch as a non-honored guest,
Refusing to buy into their circus.
A child rolls on my feet but I refuse to react.
Someone throws a book through the air.
It lands with a loud plop six centimeters to my right.
I take a dainty swig of peach tea because I cannot
find these people’s liquor
Stomping now ensues.
Slamming and screaming.
One of the monkeys begins wailing.
Three hours of watching the “children” has felt like three months.
I roll my eyes, and turn the TV up to drown out their circus.
My prissy stuck-up daughter flounces in
wearing sixteen clothing store bags.
She begins to chastise me.
Have they had lunch?
Did I put the extra sauce on their pizza?
They are five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, and twenty.
Not my circus, not my monkeys, I tell her.
I could not figure out her stuck-up confection oven actually.
Feel guilty? Not hardly. This is her circus. These are her monkeys
She is the one who had fifteen children
I rarely come here
Now I remember why
Did Sally slap Billy? She asks me
How the heck would I know?
I am just trying to enjoy my peach tea
I get up, collect my purse, and kiss her good bye
I mean really kiss her good bye.
Now that the CV19 virus has kicked in I am under curfew.
I could get jailed for six months or have to pay a huge fine
for going outside my own three ring circus.
I have to stay in my own rings.
Away from her monkeys
The excitement's overwhelming
From daylight until dawn
Kissing but not telling
At all the goings-on
As we put our hands together
Then pull our hands apart
Defying Gravity
The crowd is on their feet
Imagine if you can the scene
Then add an extra scream
As we put our hands together
Then pull our hands apart
It's like a three-ring circus
Without the scary clowns
I'm told that they won't hurt us
But still don't like them around
As we put our hands together
Then pull our hands apart
The politician is center stage
Promising free rounds
To change our minds is it too late
Could you send back in the clowns
As we put our hands together
Then pull our hands apart
We're clapping cause they're clapping
They're clapping cause we are
Talk about your crowd control
Is that now where we are
As we put our hands together
Then pull our hands apart