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All my life's a circus
where clowns still dance on my brain
where elephants fly and tigers get high
by now your surely insane.
The retarded goat sippin a rootbeer float
started belting out a familiar tune
It had to do with his girlfriend Sue
and a rather horny baboon.
You're up on the tightrope and begin to fall
as the ringmaster calls your name
You hit the ground and look around
and wake up on a plane.
You land in the tent where the
circus freaks dwell
but beware of what they might steal
your hanging around upside down
and fall mentally ill.
Your friends are all gone
and your left all alone
for life has been a game
You turn on the tube and watch something crude
as you slowly go insane!
Breathing on the strings of the heart
Confronted by a swarm of wings wert.
Swinging melody on your glass tightrope.
Like a pendulum swung in a chasm of hope.
Much like Saturday evening, I wandered slow.
The sun was sparkling splendidly in the glow.
Say that the best to the voyaging thunderstorm.
A delightful day would have begun with smarm.
Amidst the bedlam, I hunted my firm voice.
She was chanting rustic tunes by burg rejoice.
I steered her away to a serene far-off barrow.
Under glossy azure, we sang beads to sparrow.
Take a deep breath and let go of the world.
Give me a grin and let the sorrow gnarled.
Written: April 10, 2022
Red Right Return
Today
unto forever
This moment
to insure
What goes around
till run aground
Comes back again
— assured
*****
Grace Maligned
Compromise
a tightrope
Traversing
lives unlived
Decisions made
with sharper blades
Those gifts
that always give
Adulation ...
false adornment
Redemption’s
last reprieve
Salvation’s
saving grace maligned
Transcendence
— left to grieve
*****
The Wonder Of Being
Connected
to life
Disconnected
by death
There’s no
crossing over
The Poets
misled
Life
is too precious
For fate
to delude
The wonder
of being
This brief
— interlude
*****
Lockstep Losers
Everyone dies
but very few live
Who run through the motions
like sand in a sieve
Their steps locked together
they march in the queue
Devoid of all focus
— life slips from their view
*****
A Raging Torrent
Abandoned
in their wake
we drown together
Victims of the madness
and suicide
they shared
Jealousy and pills
started
what gin would finish
Two kids
imprisoned
caught in their snare
The current
left behind them
a raging torrent
As something
grabs our ankles
pulling us down
Ears deafened
to our screams
in their drunken slumber
Dreaming of false glory
rhinestone fawners
— and crowns
(The New Room: May, 2026)
When the sun goes down and we ask why
the night closes in dark upon those who survive
see the stars are just sparklings in the sky
and that's when all the realities become alive.
Life's aches and pains seem miniscule
as life slips out of reach
and every lesson learned exudes
the mere interlude to the tears that teach.
How can we ever measure
what a life might mean to us
unless we love and treasure
the given shared bonds and trust?
We live, we die
and in all the in betweens
we laugh, we cry
recognizing at last, what a life means.
Hold tight the wire of living's tightrope
those bonds two individuals may share
remembering sweet memories of their dreams and hope
their love, their bonds, the knowing their hearts are ever here.
for my nephew, Chris gone too soon. 5/1/20
Some days are diamond, some are stone
We all need a mix of diamonds and stones
Otherwise we would miss the comparison
If life was all diamonds, we wouldn't be able to
Handle those stone days
And all stone days, we would be on a suicide watch
The perfect mix produces balance
It produces happiness knowing
As bad as it gets, there's always better days ahead
I hear some of you saying, “Not in my life!”
Yes... in everyone's life or we wouldn't survive
Really think about your life
Unless your are in the .001% of the world's population
There have been times of exultation
And times when you didn't think it couldn't get any worse
Take heart my friendlies
If you're feeling down right now
Imagine how you'll feel when reaching the end
Balancing on the tightrope of life!
In facing challenges along life’s race
Midst struggles marked by weakness angst…
I walk the tightrope with faith in God*
So I can stand on the winning side
Thanking Him with worshipful bliss!
In battling against many facets of unrighteousness
Midst enticement of materialism offering wealth…
I walk the tightrope, trusting divine mercy
So I can do good works in His will
Toiling for the Saviour along diligence!
In conquering several stages of difficulties
Midst suffering brought by atrocities’ pain…
I walk the tightrope, supplicating to the Lord
So I can claim His unfailing assured help
Testifying about His blessed compassion!
In fleeing from different angles of temptations
Midst trials that target vital motives…
I walk the tightrope, gripped by the Almighty
So I can follow His precepts toward heavenly flight
Triumphing against adversaries’ attacks!
Hebrews 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
December 24, 2024
3rd place, "This or That, Vol 29" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 12/29/2024
Late August 1967 blue Sunday
Summer's almost gone
When I first hear the song Light My Fire
And feel the overwhelming urge to get up and dance
While my feet dare not to touch the earth
I remember like it was yesterday
Being just a lost little girl of thirteen
Primed to come of age
Late August 1967 blue Sunday
Summer's almost gone
When I first hear the song Light My Fire
And feel the overwhelming urge to get up and dance
While my feet dare not to touch the earth
I remember like it was yesterday
Being just a lost little girl of thirteen
Primed to come of age
Taken with a wild haired and barefoot
Carefree wandering musician
And this sensational song echoing through my head
Spellbound fascinated mesmerized I remember
The precise moment I stepped into that new world
I had discovered The Doors ~
Hello, I love you, Jim on your tightrope ride
Breaking on through to the other side
It was an easy ride for a wild child
Then when the music's over
Strange days left us waiting for the sun
Leaving us lingering for the Indian summer
My eyes have seen you dancing the soft parade
Checking yourself out of the Morrison hotel
Humming the roadhouse blues down Love street
Compelled to join the infamous twenty-seven club
Like so many kindred riders on the storm
When full circle other voices in unison
Launch to high heavens an American prayer
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on April 26, 2019 for contest WRITERS ON THE STORM sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 3RD
In the realm of emotions, where torment resides,
A man's head turns into a circus of sadness, it hides.
The carnival of thoughts, a chaotic parade,
Where reason and sanity begin to fade.
Within his mind's big top, madness takes the stage,
Emotional torment spins his thoughts in a rage.
Clowns of sorrow jest and jesters of despair,
Perform their tricks, leaving him gasping for air.
The tightrope of hope, stretched thin and frail,
He walks the line, trying to prevail.
But the weight of his sorrows pulls him down,
As he tumbles into the depths with a mournful sound.
The trapeze swings, a precarious dance,
Between love and loss, he takes a chance.
He leaps with faith, hoping to find solace,
But lands in a net of heartache, a cruel embrace.
The carousel of memories spins round and round,
A whirlwind of past hurts that can't be unwound.
He clings to the painted horses, a desperate ride,
Yet they only bring him back to the tears he can't hide.
The ringmaster, despair, cracks his whip,
Forcing him to perform, his soul in a grip.
The audience of doubt watches with cruel eyes,
As his spirit wanes, and his laughter dies.
The disordered sands of entropy on unsure life’s shore,
churned by the wheel of the chaotic tentative time,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with the perturbed dispersed dust,
the truth of trust oscillates on the thread of tumult
on the ruffling tightrope in the perilous space of purpose.
In the threatening tempest of divesting fright,
the mind disheveled in the befuddled moments
into a scary state of dismal disorientation,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions.
The confounded cascade of consternation
carries them away to the abyss of bewilderment.
When the hesitant mind is unsteady in vague realm,
the dislodging thrust of the ambiguous sensitivity,
unbound from the righteous roots of the sanctified soul,
unleashes the displaced instincts to rush to undefined goal.
Beneath the surface of the mortal wisdom’s attire,
where the mind builds the edifice of ignoble intent,
the clinging traits lead to the depth of unsettling ignorance,
the bereft life is critically balanced in the wilderness of trance.
The repressed essence entangled in the cobweb of frustration,
looks for the escaping pathway of dissociation,
seeks for the time to listen to the calm call from within,
vibrating with the enticing echo of the tune of soul’s violin.
The consciousness layers are crossed in inward journey of faith
to discover the reassuring candle of conviction kindled,
and hear beguiled the joyous music of freedom
in the valiant space of certitude wrapped in silent serenity.
I’ve been listening to your eyes
The way they smile the way they cry
Pulling for miles red heart’s insides
Little crows feet forming thin lines
Telling what tickle’s mahogany mind
Or what pickles in memory’s teal time
You’ve got hearts on a string
Obedient like art got them trained
Glance from you like calling name
Love is a Lion and so we roar
Walking the tightrope high above floor
Fearing only the one we adore
For if you abandoned us
We’d be lost and scandalous
Preferring tough love not lust
Serve us like plates of soul food
For amethyst audience to consume
Each heartbreak an amber art bloom
Will you tire of the balancing act
Do you desire playing with fact
Unconditional love you wear like hat
Even a broken clock can be right
Once a day once a neon night
Is it time to say green goodbye
To a love that is so strong
Despite dilemma life long
Heart holds on to you like a song
Love of a toxic parent is wild
Makes us licorice laugh makes us smile
Makes us mad facing facts despite denial