by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
political,
My small way of showing anger for this year's circus of an election process:
I recall when George Bush had to duck
a thrown shoe, or he may have got struck.
What I'd love now to see
is some dog take a pee
on that dump of a Trump. What a schmuck!
for the the Political Ordeal Poetry Contest of CT
by Gail Foster |
Categories:
bird, heart, humor, irony, love, myth, pain,
The Gift of Eros
Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He aims his slender bow with perfect poise
Aloft flies Eros; underneath his feet
As shadows of the Circus slowly shift
I contemplate my own love, bitter, sweet
The wound that Eros wrought in me, the gift
And as I turn my tears up to the sky
A pigeon drops an arrow in my eye
by Gail
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
introspection, life, nature,
Moisture coated chair and table
Silvery fog everywhere
Birds sing happily 'pon wet limbs
A few fly in thick air
The Swallows are back flying high
Hunting bugs over fields
Their sonar a guide where sight fails
Bouncing off bugs their peal
My thoughts like a three ring circus
Bouncing around in my head
Foggy confusion dominant
Time on the porch clear dread
My free time soon to diminish
Noise, bedlam will increase
Lord, help we take it with patience
Let my spirit love release
For every good thing there is a bad thing to counter act the joy....
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
art, surreal, vanity, visionary, word play, words, writing,
Blinded By Life And Praying To Truly See
Hold that thought,
the world desperately needs you
not just your skin
your deeper schemes
nor love that hath
quietly fled your stealthy
grasp
This loss, this aching
scrapes the brittle bones
tears apart your soul
seeps into your midnight bed
breaks your feet
swallows your vanity
and then vomits bricks
of aspirations
to be not a fool
but race horses
and fly kites
remember nobody
forgives you
for your running away
to the circus
and watching all the clowns
eye to eye
finally
able to see
true life
once more.
Robert J. Lindley, free verse
8-07-2023
by Ivo Cos |
Categories:
allegory, anxiety, business, simple, sympathy, tribute, word play,
Wesley Melvin Buchan, also known as Wesmechan,
was a pusillanimous and a good-for-nothing,
although some people consider him a charlatan,
this scoundrel's office runs like a three-ring
circus. Oddly enough, many his coworkers and
classmates fear him no end, like a spider obsessed
with the asphyxia of planets, but the magic wand,
however, whether you like it or not, will infest
your brain and your wallet. Far from being a panegyric
this is indeed a diatribe, injected by venomous expletives,
deserved by this lunkhead, Wesley, a most idiotic
waste of space but I love him, although he's not my relative.
by Matt Caliri |
Categories:
love,
Fierce immaculate eyes
And I the round-about move-about
With circus on the mind.
You knew when to punch.
Though I changed the rules
With the touch of my palm on yours.
And then into homeward arms we fell.
Digging up the sun
That shone on our hearts,
Where love starts.
Not in the butt.
That's for farts.
by Frank Polgar |
Categories:
confusion, emotions, hate, irony, love,
two faced
contradiction
emotional chaos
three rings of pure entertainment
circus
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
analogy, depression, heartbroken, introspection, metaphor,
Kind poets die
Bitter ones come back to life
Drunken ones have no life
Sober ones write novels not poems
Married ones write of great loves
Single ones, of love lost
Funny ones toss away their poems
...... and join the circus
My cat wrote a poem for a contest
........and Won
I am a very depressed poet
........ and lost
As the eagle soars high in the clouds
……....a great hunter of poetic verse
This poet crawls towards his desk
Another day
Another terrible poem
by David O'Haolin Whalen |
Categories:
car, giggle, humorous,
Love My new lil’ Fiat,
When I park, crowds gather about
I’d be so much more proud
If they didn’t yell so loud
“Hey mister,
When are the clowns
Gonna’ climb out!”
by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories:
feelings, hope, life, love,
WILL THE WORLD ALLOW
If the world allows me to...
I shall meet no one but you
Gaze around and see yellow prance
Blues there but they'll be gone
That sunrise you have, it blew my mind.
If the world allows me to,
Will you let me wave by wave view?
And voice by voice stars we do strew...
Night and day may play a rocky circus ride
Don't forget, I'm here to catch your slide
If the world allows me to..
Let me share that magic within you
Touching your heart not made of stone
Brave me will pass whatever is in store.
I shall stay with you longer than life
If the world allows me to...
©O. E. Guillermo
11:34 pm, November 02, 2014
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
character, education, feelings, introspection,
There are many in this world
young and old
there is no color or gender
nor fashionable style
that tells you all
there is need to see
A circus may have many clowns
a murder many a foolish crow
the white house full of
condescending frowns
No matter where you go
fools will always dance and jump
they love attention
the spotlight on their acts of show
Now you may ask how I know?
should I tell you, or run and go
meekly here, a confession true
I am the biggest
For in the mirror
I saw a fool
by Evelyn Judy Buehler |
Categories:
child, food, fun, games, nursery rhyme,
The clowns are coming! The circus starts today.
There'll be hot dogs and cotton candy-hooray!
With balloons of every color, puppets and games,
And so many animals that the brave people tame!
I love to watch jugglers and the man jumping rope,
And they'll have lots of fun rides there, I hope.
But mostly I want to see the funny, funny clowns,
With pink hair and red noses, always falling down!
Written on 4/19/2021
For: Nursery Rhyme 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
by Christopher Remele |
Categories:
death,
My tooth is the answer,but it aches all the same
Visions of my heart pumping, making me insane
I feel the love down in my soul
My only regret is I have no gold
The real thing I wonder, Is my feeling my own?
Or is it an illusion,that I have chosen to behold
The object of my obsession is a visual delight
A circus of curves and actual light
I know I can see but I wonder if I can hear
My truth is knocking sending me waves
Dipping my toe to the mystical purple haze
Bam ! the shot is loud,I feel the bullet penetrate my skin
My lover staring, acting so serene
I float out of my body and see myself within
I love to love it's my only way in
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
lost love, love, smile,
The smile that hides the lost tears of a fool,
Her laughter cannot see the eyes that cry;
A jester played and playing it so cool,
With tricks to send the merriment up high.
Behind the scenes away from her and sight,
The saline tears are free to flow again,
A broken heart that dares to hide its plight
This laughing shield reveals no sign of pain.
Yet she must surely know how I’m distressed,
That laughter stops before the closing call,
When feelings are no longer repressed,
The foolish smile alone can only fall.
This secret hidden in the circus ground
For love she left while I was clowning round.
Form: English Sonnet
by Marty King |
Categories:
heartbroken, loneliness, lost love,
handling heartbreak
i become dependent on movement
two pints of oreo ice cream later
i retrace my steps on purpose
interrogation light on me interrogated
by me, myself, and i
a bunch of ice cubes in the bed
a hot water bottle on my now bald head
several pills on both end tables
alcoholic dishonesty reluctance
imprisoning myself internally
becoming a clown in my own altered, twisted circus
all the performers traveling through all get killed under the big tent
decay and decomposition poisoning the descending of my previous discomfort
i become a the star of my own world of improvisational theater
handling heartbreak
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
angel, art, autumn, baby, love,
Here within this mid-majors town, their driving her homeless down....
Chasing the broken children hearts, all about ? Truth, amid his Babylon's
Historic terms aside from such razzle dazzle hypocritic apostasy ? Vanguard's
Vexation degree and, philosophies: Phooey, your fine tuned circus choreographed
Puppet acts no pun intended; to palliate pain through Frankenstein's palsy, pageantry ?
Riding indubitable's infectious high horse spawned their poison sumac: simon-pure simple
Fractions his dossier have it your way today plexus pressage ? Stepping past a portal of where.
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, autumn, flower, garden, identity, introspection,
frowns
circus closed
rings returned
high wire suicide
love splashed on the ground
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
poetry, romantic,
I was young
So I got married on a ferris wheel
And round and round and round we went
In circles
I was foolish
Ferris wheels take you nowhere
Other than the highs and lows of life
Love has a way of spinning you around
The Ferris wheel of love
Tossed me to the ground
Joined the circus of loneliness
Saw you in a dream
Travel to far away places
To look in the mirrors
Of martini bars
Saw a phone on the wall
So I just called
To say
I love you
by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
animals, childhood, fantasy, funny, happiness, red,
I watched a little red ant.
It was running up the wall.
The circus clowns were laughing!
The wallpaper saw.
That red ant did not bite me.
But his distant cousins did.
Made me want to bite my friends.
Haiku Debbie, run!
© April 12, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: !!!BITE ME!!!
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
P.S. I love you, Debbie, and your haiku!
by James Faulkner |
Categories:
Thoughts juggle aspect of your character
Defining your perfections
Spotlights burnishing on curves
I dare to turn my attention
As your love walks a tight rope
While balancing a gorgeous smile on the index
And the wit of charisma on the ring finger
My heart gasps to see your charm do precarious acrobatics
Till realization reminds me your beauty skin deep,
origins of the soul
You are my circus
by Randy Johnson |
Categories:
funny, loss, love,
(This is a fictional poem)
My girlfriend used to be in a circus because she has a beard.
She thinks it makes her look sexy but it really makes her look weird.
People point and laugh wherever we go.
I asked her to shave it off but she said no.
this is getting to be too much for me to bear.
I kissed her last night and I got a mouthful of hair.
I tried to shave it off while she was sleeping but she broke my arm.
The one thing that this lady lacks is charm.
At one time I really did love her.
But now i'm going crazy because I can't get rid of her.
by David O'Haolin Whalen |
Categories:
angel, appreciation, child, love,
Ode To Wren
Her smile…
Could light
The darkest night
Her frown…
Turn the world
Upside down
She’s a circus…
She’s a sideshow
In her own special right
She’s a star…
That steals the show
Also a tiny slapstick clown
She’s special…
She’s beautiful
Both inside and out
So special...
That the Sun seems
To follow her about
She’ll leave…
Some day (as will I)
Of that there is no doubt
But she’ll always
Remain within my heart
And I’ll never let her out
Things must always end…
Change and start anew again
With a whisper…or a SHOUT
Yet Wren…
My little one year old friend
Is so special that the Sun seems
…To follow her about...
by Merritt Waldon |
Categories:
inspirationalautumn,
Swindling all the small things, Trolling graveyards
For ghosts that just don't seem to be anywhere
I think they live in the imagination alone.
Yet my fingers wave in the wind like leaves,
They ready to break off and fall,
Slowly - graceful like circus acrobats.
Eventually settling on the ground.
Mmm..I always did love the crackling
sound autumn leaves make..
Almost like walking through fire,
Almost like home..
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by Kathy Bahr |
Categories:
art,
As for our face love of art
Should we see white of pale faces, smiles grow
Heartbeat as we dance
Circus is in town looking for the painter on a water cloud
Artist is on paper brushing the clouds
The ticket box is painted red
Circus shadows play on ahead
Bedtime of moonlight splendor
Faintly shadows on the moon
Moment of clouds bestriding earth with bright dissolve.
by Njeri Hunjeri |
Categories:
family,
We laugh more
We love each other more
We are more comfortable with each other
When drunk
When drinking
We may even be more open
We, hiding our demons
With the drink
We, hiding our pains and wounds
With the drink
We, a family
We put a show
Its almost like a circus
We play life dangerous
We are dangerous to each other