Long Trapeze Poems
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Look at that! Look at that! Look at that!
We were in the nose bleed section.
I was busy watching the beauty on the trapeze.
Not caring about the rings at all.
My classmates were insanely bossy
Wanting everyone to look at the same thing
I was beyond annoyed. Wanting to watch the acrobat forever
We had cotton candy afterwards
No one could get out of the teacher’s line
We filed past elephants who were pooping.
I could have gone without seeing that
But everyone was screaming “look at that!”
The next time I go to the circus, it will be alone.
I will watch what I want to watch,
and it will not be the elephants.
You can count on that.
Most beautiful creature I had ever seen
More gorgeous than ebony pumas or wild wolves
I was fascinated, and intimidated; she was the Sheila.
There was danger in knowing her.
She was the ultimate circus star; a performer.
An artesian, her traveling RV was full of hand painted beauty.
The Sheila would have travelled easily in a gypsy wagon,
except the circus manager would not tolerate it.
I think they used to be married.
She was Bohemian, confident, a woman of truth.
Her beauty astounded and confounded us.
The Sheila could do every job in the circus, and she did.
She tamed the lions and sometimes swung from a trapeze.
She was stunning; mysterious and beautiful.
It was more than enough to wow me.
Form:
Suspended with roses, a garter and courage.
Her wispy white costume blows in the breeze.
Silky vibrations as she sways her bodice —
the Rapunzel-princess of the swinging trapeze.
Brunette hair and outfit bound with pearls and lace.
High with Magellanic clouds, marvelous outlander of earth.
Slender fingers wrapped around the seraphic twine.
Daughter of the heavens, from the day a trouper gave birth.
One...two...three, the excitement sounds, the air surfeits
about like maddening faerie dust. The open sky burns
with eccentric flame - crowd applauding like cherry bombs.
The darling of the sky, entices every cent she earns.
This rapturous virgin makes love to the dawn.
Her stupendous feat goes on and on, drawing
in oohs and ahhs...the climax as her knees
hang vaingloriously from the seat, outlawing
the silver and gold wings that flutter about
outside the circus tent, as this beauty shines
upside-down like an albinotic bat, frenetically
stirring the breeze… waving from the vines.
7/29/2019
Aerial dribs and drabs, a sidewalk canvas
As a toddler chases bubbles her mother blows
from confectionary soap,
Fluttering fluidity in spring air
Child's laugh, a mosaic of innocence, discovery and glee
Her run after each globe, unsteady, twisted gravity
Her footwork shifts in warfare wobble, no sinkhole falling
Her reach to pop each bubble, circus kerfuffle, giddy,
giggles that swing like a trapeze artist,
while a mother retrieves
unexpected memory
shards of recovery
that coat a guarded self
Neverland jester, a child's guileless glow,
routing air baubles
unconstrained by space,
untethered from fear,
avoiding a fall off the planet
to limited mobility
For sometimes life's march
doesn't start on time
Poem revised: April 19, 2021
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I count the magnificent moons
in my stills as I await the phantom voyeur
with stone blue eyes and a fated look, which sets upon me
The one who stirs my soul, measuring me up in coiled silvery spoons
What obsessive observations you must have
not to turn away those piercing eyes
My world stops, my feelings set on and off
Unseen I meander in other spaces
Your eyes are the “switch” without that which
forbids my existence, hence looped are my stills in many places
From the center of life’s probabilities
Spaciously lit across the universe, with bits of me in tow
Collapsed in your arms, we’ve launched our rainbow
Revealing our humanity in the flesh,
in language of mathematician’s music
Riding the unscrupulous waves of light
roaming across all existence,
reverberating ruthless through you, displacing us
Composing are the alchemists and their peers ~
Splitting into a myriad of mirrors
I bare myself to a random reality,
Totality’s filigree, tangling dangling
When you’re not here,
when you’re lost in thought
As the haze spins up and down around me
my world is unseen and the scale’s unbalanced
Showcasing that I’m equally dead as I am alive
Resuscitate me not—please, it’s here that
monotonous music is unheard in this uncertain trapeze
Until eyes of azure translucence are upon,
I cease to exist in fervor, in your zeal
Alive and very real to boot!
I’m gauged like the intrinsic brightness that shines off a star
Until then, am I just a figment of deepest intensity?
By far, humbled to be, take the bait and consummate my reality
Be the glance exigency
Impenetrable eyes of bluest skies I’ve lost sight of you
As a still, until we meet again
The travelling circus arrived in town
I bought some tickets for my family
We got there early for the matinee
At the entrance was a scary sad clown.
*
Like the scary sad clown who in the night
Would come and terrorize me in my dreams
Mom would be alerted by my loud screams
And stay beside me until the morns light.
*
For fifty years it has stayed in my mind
He had a white face with evil black eyes
Red striped trousers; a killer in disguise
In my mind they were evil of some kind.
*
The show began with the flying trapeze
We all got seated in the front row seats
They dazzled us with death defying feats
Forgot the clown and felt more at ease.
*
In the interval though; the clowns appeared
They were laughing and doing stupid things
Realized now that they were human beings
I just laughed and my demons disappeared.
Written 19th august 2019.
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019 - Enclosed Rhyme - Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode.
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
Screenpoem Pitch
by Odin Roark
Night
Empty wet ghost town street
Work lights spotted
Tumble weed shadows
Like vehement crusted webs
Gila monster stares vacant
Fat lady carries midget man to bed
Lions sleep
Elephants sway trunks
Phillip Glass sounds undulate
Horses prick ears
3 legged cat wails
Cat turns into old woman
Tumbleweed shadows chase woman
House trailer bathed in pink light
Fat lady steps in
Crazy mirror makes fat lady thin
Young
Crazier than old
Old woman changes into trapeze bikini
Lion tamer and young old lady kiss
3 legged cat scurries under bed
Lion tamer drops to knees
Pleads his love
Snaps whip
Cat hisses
Distant lightning
Trailer pink turns blue
Thunder rocks trailer
Rain washes trailer away
Old woman
Fat again
Walks in desolate rain
Swirls cotton candy around tongue
3 legged cat jumps in lion cage
Stares at lion
Missing leg scratches ear
Dreaming
Purring
Lion growling
Quiet
Oh so...
Quiet
Fade out
Cruising on hued rafters midair
Autumn glides with its trill-like flair;
Lithesome the nights which blaze a sky
Longer still the music nearby.
While moonglow rivers through the trees
Stirring soft nightfall's misty breeze;
Hours call as birds and insects seize
A time to buzz or croon… to tease!
Illumined wings of silk-spun fleece,
Dance around blooms…a light trapeze
On prairies red, chanted notes wheeze
Until morning’s dew spills with ease.
Whistles wane but their wisps ensnare
Earth’s glory …is fall’s melody
A fine story … of tweets, gently
Cruising on hued rafters midair.
2/11/2016
Contest: 4x4 Pairing Master Rhyme
Sponsor: Silent One
~ End rhymes were used for Lines 14 and 15
~ The word ‘ hours’ : 1 syllable count
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Welcome to my Circus XX Style
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Welcome one and all,
to my circus of debauchery
hear the sounds of the lunatics
the sadist asylum.
Watch as the masochist play,
you should be wary
the psychotic idealistic righteousness
will wash out your wandering eyes.
Catch the bountiful bust of a trapeze artist fluttering by,
they will swing you to the star-filled heavens
but behind the doors of the stars lay secrets
care to venture into the devil's playground.
Come, let us play,
watch your step as you tiptoe across the beam
feeling frantically through the darkness
as my marauder of blood digest your sexual soul
Oh..don't O just yet,
we've only begun this pleasantly unpleasant journey
giggles and butterflies don't roam here
but sin brims the flesh of immortality.
Did you not play the games,
however, would you have found us
this quiet..sadistic place
and yet you are the sane ones?
Welcome one and all,
to your own self-gratification
your own animalistic facade
where the smell of the inmates excites you.
7/14/15
Jessica Thompson
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