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Under the big tent Sally's circus came alive
Cotton candy lady gave the first clown a vibe
She grabbed his hands, too sweet
Her marching bands in heat
One clown in the bush is worth two acts to arrive

Logan Robertson


Sally's bird in hand soared to the moon and back. Meanwhile a loud speaker overhead (?) continuously paged for cotton candy lady to return to her booth.
The gypsy hymns and railway trails
which you followed into the valley of your trials
Lady Luck brought you enough street child wisdom and thief given kindness
to turn the tracks around and the train whistle to wake me.
Desert saint of your weathered ways
with your thin wrists and moon gleaming lips
Hope to you was like a blinding sunrise, painful to acknowledge, yet sorely lacking without
Never could be without your Larkspur boquets and marigold wreaths
August heat heavy with the scent of cypress trees
Apollo of the dusty sea, flooded the cliffs with light like withering flames
born from boxcar visions and a desperate hunger for that windblown hallelujah we chased down the starlit trestles like missionaries. Summoned from our streetcar medallions, vagabond nymphs, rumbling through moth-eaten states and barren dusks, lazy moon gazing upon our dolorous times and wild days and all our rough and rowdy ways.
No need to heed the judgements of the stars.
With the arid land so wild and lonesome- we weave our own muse into the railway line- followed back to when you were my home, and the streets were the laurel crown of your vagrant fortune.
abs Aug 7
you feel the strong desert wind
pushing and pulling and pushing and pulling
you feel the harsh sun's rays
shining and shining

then comes the raging storm
never dulling
incapable of lulling you to sleep

bright swirls dance before your eyes
you thought it was a joke when they
called you "the whole circus"
but now you know the truth

you feel the same chaos
of a circus in your brain-
swirling, twirling, crazy and never lazy-
the images fill your mind's dreams
not a meme lol sorry
Daniserena Jul 29
Beautiful hair with a magician hat
every girl falls for him they're blind as a bat.
with his amazing smile and long sleeve striped shirts
when the doors are closed he really hurts.
he's really insane always drinks away from the pain.
He's actually crazy as a clown
But in the public, he'll never frown.
He loves the attention and the gifts the ladies send
but does he realize this will all end?
I tried to make him think and see with his eyes
but the things he keeps saying are a bunch of lies
oh sir magician let me help you
you're all I care about
that's so true...
Dramatic faces and dancing clowns, who's next to make a frown.
Acrobatics and tiger tamers.
Creepy smiles, chills down your spine, oh look? there's Alice In Wonderland with her time rabbit friend. Creepy places, so eerie and dark, don't you want to come with me and see the other side of Circus Wonderland? where every creature comes to life. Even the unknown.
Their all wild, their running for their lives, going untamed but trying to tame.
Let's go to Circus Wonderland, where there's hot bags of crunchy popcorn bliss in the summer air.
Colorful lights, beaming sounds of fright.
Portals to unknown dimensions, where things we dream of come to life.
Come take a ride on the wild side darling, i promise you'll be alright.
Let's go to Circus Wonderland, where even the ballerina over the jewelry box dances under the diamond ring while the tamed lion jumps through the ring of fire.
To give off feelings of imagination, to visualize an unreal reality of fear into light.
Tyrone May 31
Don’t you just love the circus
A place so filled with magic
Where even if the show is new
The acts spectacularly classic

A place with lions and tigers
And the crowd roars even louder
And the art is brought to life
Like it’s sprinkled in magic powder  

Where the clown is real
Like the laughs that will follow
And your dreams are full filled
Your never left feeling hollow

The daredevils in the spotlight
Have you holding your breath
The show is so full with life
But it’s like performing with death

There is no other place like it
Where they bring magic to the surface
It’s a whole new world to discover
This is the life on the circus
Mrs Timetable Mar 21
Looked in the fun house mirrors
Then walked away in thought
The distorted view of myself
Really was because of the circus
Distorted views created by unrealistic settings
Karijinbba Mar 15
A dog is outside just sitting there
food was left nearby
but dog just stands langidly
outside looking in
in it's hometown Kemah
the dog won't move nor bark
it's whining and whimpering
For too long a time the dog waited outside the red steel rddbba spare room building
where the master of the house
gets in a daily basis to write a love letter waiting for his first love to arrive to read them BBA/RDD.

naturally dog just sits there watching other women getting in there reading unauthorized his love letters
but dog dears not bark
fearing they might call the pond
the animal control to cage and
euthanize even

the winning dog outside looking in, understands something that
others inside there looking out
know too well to keep dog outside
looking in to die thinking victory
that it is too late to get inside the red building or to be taken in as a family member a pet to be loved protected
taken to the bet
for first aid to tend dogs old and new wounds given a collar a name
some bones toys and a bedding.

it's believed some people are
like big dane dogs arriving at the right time to a home not built for them and forcing their way in free to roam
begin to discover treasures never saught by it's original rightful intended ownner now outside looking in.

This battered smaller breed circus bagabund dog langidly looking in
forever waiting for the master
of the house to run out to pet feed protect the long awaited pet
the left behind
because it simply
seemed not to able to bark or to follow or beg for it all within time.

this circus dog whimpering
shivering cold
outside looking in

might just be the spirit soul
of the one who loves you
the most in this whole
wide world true love.
By: Karijinbba
Outside looking in langidly
In memory of us RDD/BBA
Have you ever tried?
To hold
Your breathe

To numb
Inner circus of
On going

To forget all
The chaotic

Just to
Breeze freely
For a sec

Not carrying
Burden of your
For a minute
To freeze

In moment
On going
To remember
Where you at?

But, sometimes it
Doesn’t even
Work like that
You are buried
Onto with no
Open end

Have you ever tried?
To hold
Your breathe

To numb
Inner circus of
On going
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