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Clowning
Contributed by
dvtpdw
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Saturday, 16th August 2014 @ 05:03:14 PM in AEST
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He's tired; his body's grown weary
His smile is fading; his eyes blurry
His clothes worn tattered remnants
Testament to the previous inhabitants
Paints of his world lined before him
Colors once bright now appear grim
Reaching for a brush to apply his trade
He traces the lines that time has made
He stares at the mirror in stark surprise
What reflects back, he doesn't recognize
He stands to take in the full atmosphere
When did the man within simply disappear
In his bid to bring out childish laughter
He's become a victim of his own clown caper
A knock signals its time for his clown act
He attaches his red nose and dons his hat
Cus no matter where the man has gone
The show, as they say, must go on
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2014-08-16 17:03:14]
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Re: Clowning
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by Spike on
Saturday, 16th August 2014 @ 07:34:17 PM AEST
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Indeed. We are mostly victims of our own design, and all success shows is that the hunger for more is unquenchable - if we run dry, others will take our place, so we trudge wearily on. Nicely framed.
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Re: Clowning
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 16th August 2014 @ 08:56:20 PM AEST
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oh I don't know whatever a clown is,
we are all clowns Shakespeare must of
thought, in the way we react to life.
The windmills the treads of worn out
roads between here and just where,
people I think wonder, they do live and breath
without ever knowing where the path leads
as if there is a probability of certainty
or a simple way to make a depressed friend laugh.
Still I like this poem you wrote.
It sort of diagrams a lot of folk, me included to some extent.
Peace! |
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Re: Clowning
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by Invierno on
Sunday, 17th August 2014 @ 06:20:47 PM AEST
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well constructed, good content.
I like this.
Invierno |
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Re: Clowning
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 30th August 2014 @ 02:02:18 AM AEST
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clowns scare me... this poem made them a little more human...
hugs n' love nessa |
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