Botan
Botan
2 days ago

Clowns can only
impress children.
In contrast,
Adult find the clowns
ridiculous.

For the love of writing
#clown  
Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
Dec 27, 2016

There is in London town, a clown, who works at all the pubs
A frivolous demeanor, and usefulness with clubs
As a bouncer and a cad, he's known both far and wide
Mock not the clown, named Prancer, or you'll wish, that you had died

Yup, I think he's a relation of mine. ;D
It's still the season!
#humor   #limerick   #clown  
Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
Dec 12, 2016

Always has a joke or jest
he keeps them up his sleeve
Putting the teacher to the test
as she's asking him to leave

Never letting the mask slip
showing who he might be
Hiding the tears and rips
growing larger, by degree

The class clown, has no power
only quips and jabs, to entertain
His face, demeanor, dour
as his dreams, go down the drain

I was this guy.
.
Robin Carretti
Robin Carretti
Dec 3, 2016

Trees like dark coal wimpering white ghostly
bare dull lifeless Life's cruel wicked costly
Chattered teeth hearing the sound's
He shifted so close desirable
( tasty mound's)
The stranger  Billy dont B fool joker
  Dark-love complicated Damn it Choke her
Deep-house music strangled rope  seated,
Did someone touch a nerve dead-beat Harvest-hair
Trembling through your  Rocking Chair
It's still rocking and speaking
Elevated you deadly crumb's of a row
Blood was dripping
Someone's eyes pop-out fixated
Dark brain felt poluted foggy white chalked
You were being watched EYE'S stalked
Rows and Rows Cosmic dark Gothic
Webs caught in webs black tears
Being followed drawn in face hallowed
Loud drips from the sink discolored
Wrinkled Hand's Slime Sticky
4 your long neck Nasty trick-y
Rocky-Road Ice, Emerald city eye's melt
into his poppy,
He's no lover of mine cheaply.

Jay
Jay
Nov 19, 2016

Sadness becomes the clown
for humor is a reflex
and denial is breathing
and ease is a smile when one's secretly seething

Sadness becomes the clown
for punchlines are hits
and fools are martyrs
and what are mocked pains but conversation starters

Sadness becomes the clown
for laughter is weighty
and jokes are suppression
and comedic timing is a guise for depression  

Clowns give their all
day after day
while time is a pall of emotional decay
And they know it's inevitable
when the chips are down
that the clown becomes sadness
and sadness becomes the clown

Chris Neilson
Chris Neilson
Nov 7, 2016

If you walked a mile in my dressing gown
you'd be laughed out of town
a clown's smile turned upside down
a foundation covered frown

If you walked a mile in my night shirt
you'd be on red alert
for being so overt
in attempts to subvert

If you walked a mile in my underwear
you'd stop traffic, to be fair
as the public stopped to stare
and not at your footwear

If you walked a mile in my shoes
you'd have nothing to lose
there's little ego to bruise
but plenty of love to use

A little silliness.
#love   #mile   #ego   #bruise   #walk   #shoes   #clown   #underwear   #overt   #subvert  
Pax
Pax
Oct 29, 2016

In my entourage
people laugh
I got used to it.

In my center stage
I was the comedian
who never likes
his job.

In my closing remarks
their entertainment
was fulfilled.
I on the other hand
got drained
from my mistakes
turned to be pretty
funny,
never was that
my intention.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1630227/clown-i/

i guess i got used to it, being laugh at. a job that im forever tainted
well its okay, im good, im still strong to pull through, soon I'll get
out of this....

thanks, for reading
sometimes we just
needed to let this out
of our system...
Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
Oct 5, 2016

Clowning around, real near the woods
clowns on the prowl, in your neighborhood
Creepy and crazy, done up in their masks
sneaking around, clowny type tasks
Children avoid them, and do as I say
clowned princes of doom, will take you away
They don't want your presents, or birthday cake
roaming around, with mischief to make
Threats called into the local school board
film posted to YouTube, hits to be scored
Making the news, for being absurd
mental the problems, seen, and not heard

#media   #mental   #clown  
Erik Totten
Erik Totten
Oct 1, 2016

Alone again like up and down
pantomime expresses the highs and lows but still wears a crown
an invisible halo
when will he let go
of the rope he holds
collapsing the box breaking mirrors
sharing joys mimicking cheers
who puts on his face day to day
existing in such a silent grace
happy nor sad but madd madd madd
either young nor old
he shivers as whimper cold cold cold
so bold
living day to day as you but a lot like me
till the end of night as a stray a wander
stretching out as he roams
tightening the string to walk the line
with no mistakes
quietly creeping away
leaving the scene
moving in and out
weaving in between
gently gliding home
forever and ever
and forever more
now then smearing his face
to be placed in place
as what it is to only be
Without

#alone   #people   #clown   #mime  
Josie
Josie
Sep 25, 2016

I am the girl that hides behind smiles
I'm as bloodthirsty as a sarcophile
             I'll laugh and giggle at your jokes
                I honestly want you to choke
                       I hate the way you look at me
                                  I'm not asking for your empathy
                                    I can't wait for this to end
                                                    Find me a rope and I'll suspend

 
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