The shadows lie
Deep in the valley
Crossed swords of battling timber
Contortionist combatants
Struggling to reach a sun
Bobbing and weaving
In their midst
Nature’s mother
Caring for all
Inspired by the Iron Maiden Song, Tears of a Clown
Drinking, he recalled the Circus Grim,
and the strange world that ruined him.
He had done anything for a laugh.
Once, the magician sawed him in half.
He'd traveled the whole country round.
Now tears fall from the circus clown.
An orphan child, running from disaster,
fell into the service of a cruel ringmaster.
At first, he was never seen on stage,
laboring to clean a hungry lion's cage.
In dreams, he wore a jewelled crown,
and he rose to fame and renown.
The juggler, fire-eater and contortionist,
joked with him and the beauty he loved best.
It was then, a drunken challenge, he made,
and, to his surprise she accepted, unafraid.
She caught his eye as she came down,
a moment frozen for a circus clown.
His secret love, he thought, flew like a dove,
enchanting him, like an angel above.
No matter how he tries, he won't forget,
the trapeze girl who missed the net.
He'll swill whisky until he drowns
in tears, the broken-hearted circus clown.
Who is throwing at fans
is it the spinning fans
Or like beliebers
What if it’s a picture of 1000 words
What’s slack and why are you cutting it
the. hang re they get better
Do contortionist really try to help
I sat on a globe didn’t feel any happier
Are pots racist to kettles
What if you are on one of the other eight clouds
Who are these people hitting books, roads, bottles and sacks
All those years hitting nails on the side
The li r nes
………..e
………..a
………..d
I’m selling broken puppets no strings attached
Got chased by some geese it was wild
Is a striped cat a better contortionist than a blotted cat?
I have no idea, so decide to compare the two groups.
One problem. All of the blotted cats have run away.
They heard about the experiment and feared measuring up.
I guess you win, I tell the striped cats who stayed with me.
The smallest striped cat stops eating Kibble to look up.
The others keep eating, not caring about me or my research.
The next time I do research, I will use dogs.
At least they would sniff my crotch and sit on my lap.
Comedic contortionist claims clubfeet;
consider carefully, circus clowns cheat.
Chico chipped Carson City's carved concrete
clumsily chiseling cheap cardboard containers.
Charlatans can calm capitol complainers
confounding Congressional campaigners.
July 6, 2022
Tabby Green is the most flexible, gymnastic- thinking cat.
We see his antics, and we laugh out loud good and fat.
A contortionist in the most elaborate, upside down ways.
Holding on tightly to our furniture filled with snags and frays.
Yesterday he hung upside down off of Gram’s potted ivy all day.
She was furious until he whisked all the Asian beetles away.
Next he was found on the pipes under the kitchen sink.
Mom forced him out of there after she got her drink.
He is swinging from a light fixture in the living room now.
Making some of us dizzy, and the dog bark “bow wow!”
Tabby Green is in line for the Olympics gymnastic team someday.
In the meantime, we get to watch this fine kitty play.
the contortionist
makes audience cringe and cheer...
simultaneously
Date written: 08/22/2020
I searched all night for a contortionist,
so that I might appreciate my own lack of flexibility.
She twisted my mind and body in the most pretzel of ways.
Even though I tried hard, I couldn’t achieve my Gumby aspirations.
In the end, she felt I was kinda Pokey, so she kicked me out of her bed.
As I walked down the street,
I contemplated the lawlessness of attraction.
There I was wandering around the rules,
wondering which ones I had broken.
Had I not tried my best to bend backwards?
She said I was stiff but not in the way that mattered.
What I wanted, apparently left her Wanton.
I could feel it in her perfectly formed aura.
She somehow lacked the liquidity to complete our transaction.
Still I admired her foot to neck accomplishments.
I had wanted to pole vault to new depths,
but my Noodled Udon couldn’t reach China.
From the beginning I was aching for her attraction,
but was left to watch her perform an exquisite Aria.
I am thankful and must admit, she played her instrument perfectly.
Leaving me mesmerized and completely
.....Astounded!
January 17th, 2020
A bit of humour to start your day. ;0)
A yoga teacher unable to disentangle her legs
Trazepe artists suspended in mid air flight
Contortionist arrested for public indecency
The snake charmer caught in a muddy sand pit
Poets drowning in an ink pot tied to their nib
Existential crises melting an iceberg of essence
Impressionist colouring in outside of the box
A funeral director counting nails of the coffin
Harlequin denuded down to the naked core
Artificial intelligence steering a robot gone mad
Jesus with Schrodinger’s whiskers on the rise
Unperturbed soldiers searching new graves
01st January 2020
bending my mind around his words, makes me feel like a contortionist
For Bobby May’s contest “Who Flips Your Trolley?”
Shark, the contortionist cat, is sitting catty-wampus today.
His head is north, paws west, crossed in a weird southwestern way.
Wearing his glitzy tiara and a feathered boa of blue.
He will not take direction, and has a secret kill room, maybe two
He drags these little bitty animals up, and leaves their bodies for me.
Usually headless when I step on them, sometimes in two or three.
He brings snakes, rabbits, squirrels, moles, voles, and other critters too.
Shark, such a prissy haughty character. I am his clean-up crew.
Shark, the cat, is sitting catty-wampus today. He is a contortionist. His head is to the north,
His tail to the west, paws to the east, crossed in a southwesterly way, except for one which is
Somehow sticking up in the air like a lone feather. He is licking his Neverland region, as I step
Over him. At first when I noticed him on the porch, with all these extensions, I thought he was a
Fat, giant spider. Shark is an older cat, there is no way he should have this kind of agility, but
He does, and I am in awe.
Enter the Everest that devastates
as he never ever rests and demonstrates
his quick wit picnic of traits that place
with lickety split flicks on the page
the tricks of a contortionist wrist that emits embers at pace
as he commits and performs on the centre stage
with the impact of a storm from the biblical age
the act of an adorned prolific rampage.
Irresistible talent abundantly apparent
you thought you'd witnessed
ability but until now you hadn't
when the rest in the business
appear to be unskilled
and transparent
as their best rhymes diminish
right here to be unfulfilled
and redundant
thus divested of finesse
while it's clear to see you're thrilled
in this moment.
He is quite the constant hygienist
a licking perfectionist
shows agility with flair
back leg up in the air
my cat the self cleaning contortionist
Ensnared in
the crystallization
of web's
intimidating deception,
superficial spider
met its
duplicitous match,
whence the improvised
contortionist morphed
forth from her chrysalis,
spun midst grandeur
of liberation's flight 'pon
triumphantly rivaled
diaphanous inception
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