They don’t make ‘em like Henny Youngman no more
Borsht-belt comedians, vaudevillians before
Delivered punch lines one after another and another
Rat-a-tat-tat-touille ~ their tongues just like rubber
Categories:
vaudevillians, fun, funny, nostalgia,
Form: Clerihew
No Exit
musicians hide behind scarring sounds
beyond madness
beyond folly
beyond Somewhere Everywhere
dance with delirious determination
through fragments of melodious folly
dissonant dulcimers declare
repetitive chords
within punctuated digital drones
repetitive beyond vibration
vibrating beyond repetition
percussive rituals vibrate
beyond inflated vaudevillians
mutating into
mad cacophonous comedic collisions
rituals beyond vibrating cacophony
rituals behind chaotic vibrations
deranged vibraphones
denounce
fragments of repetitive visions
mindful of mindless
Exits
Categories:
vaudevillians, dark, humorous, music, surreal,
Form: Free verse
Nothing to say
do beyond robotic routines
…beyond eluding erosion
Something to say
do beyond repetitive rituals
…beyond evading entropy
Nowhere to go
hide behind cacophonous clowns
…behind vehement vaudevillians
Somewhere to go
hurtle beyond comedic ciphers
…beyond vindictive vipers
Nothing
Something
Nowhere
Somewhere…
is
Everywhere
Categories:
vaudevillians, anger, angst, dark, social,
Form: Alliteration
Blackened Silhouettes Fill The Skies
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Blackened silhouettes fill the skies, freckles.
The setting sun blocked by bats, in millions!
Hairs on my dogs back stood up, his heckles.
The black silhouetted bats, amazing!
Bats' freckles, natures vaudevillians!
New lands tonight, instinctive trailblazing,
they know this night certain bugs fly, mating,
yes procreating in untold billions!
Moon, now up, bats fed, have babies waiting.
In how many caves, babe bats' in trillions!
Rhyme Time 4- 10 Lines Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Laura Loo
06/08/18
Categories:
vaudevillians, nature, sun, sunset,
Form: Rhyme