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Cirque du Soleil

Post by Lightning Rod » October 20th, 2007, 9:05 am

ok, I know that I have posted this before, but I like the poem and I can't find the previous version so I can kick it up, so here is the final version of it. If you don't like it, join the circus.

Cirque du Soleil

for a while I was her boy toy
she bought me off the shelf
until she got tired of my music and my jokes
and decided to join the circus

it's the classic manic-depressive
compulsive shopping syndrome
she sees something shiny and takes it home
then decides it doesn't fit the decor
or was it made in China out of cardboard?
it's not love anymore, it's just furniture

So she wants to join the circus
she's got her eye on the strongman
because the lion tamer is gay
she thinks there must be a better way

I always join the circus when life becomes a bore
it's the only sensible solution
you find one trick and do it to perfection
anything to amaze and delight
something never done before

I don't know what her previous occupation was
something to do with being admired but never touched
so now she wants to join the circus
or anything to get away from the furniture that she bought
and her aging body and her dreams unfulfilled
house repairs are tedious. Leave the house.
Join the circus.

I recommend it.
In the circus you must live the show
you eat and sleep your act
you practice your craft all day long
when you are not hoisting tent or shoveling elephant shit,
you are juggling torches and walking the wire
while learning to live in a community of odd-balls
and geeks and dwarves and clowns
and practicing and practicing and practicing
that's the circus life

She was born to be a contortionist
a dancer of angle and stretch
flexible as convenience
she should join the circus

I'm the daring young man on the flying trapeze
I work without a net and never say please,
only thank you and come back tomorrow
it's the greatest show on earth

The trouble with running away to join the circus
is that no matter where you run to, there you are
and when you get to the circus you will discover
that you have to work on your act every day, every minute
just like you do in the life you are trying to escape
Do it with alacrity. You are in the circus now.
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

The Poet's Eye

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Post by Arcadia » October 20th, 2007, 7:43 pm

so now she wants to join the circus
or anything to get away from the furniture that she bought
and her aging body and her dreams unfulfilled

I'm the daring young man on the flying trapeze
I work without a net and never say please,


:roll:

beautiful-funny writing!!!!

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Post by stilltrucking » October 22nd, 2007, 12:51 pm

This one
this thread
is the one
that convinced me
to try and sit on my hands for awhile


Sudden Chill

...
It has become suddenly cold
The earth breathes under there
Somewhere under there
The Spring hides.
...
from Cool, Calm, collected by LR
I'm the daring young man on the flying trapeze
I work without a net and never say please,
Ntohing to do with all this
but
but
sometimes you and D remind me of The great duets, nelson eddy and jeannette mcdonald, astaire and ginger, burns and allen.


I got more baggage with women than a circus train could haul.

Thanks for the poetry clay

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Post by jimboloco » October 22nd, 2007, 1:26 pm

ya know that kind of devoted focus
like the baseball players
day in day out
just baseball
a zen retreat
sweet and neat

but me i got my scatterred selves
a little circus act here,
another there,
a circus of the moment
to moment
to
mo
jo
rising
sleep awake
fake it til ya make it
cockadoodledoooo!
let the show go onnnn!
guess i would be a snorting warthog
with a rooster on my back,
playing bullfight with clown matadors
running through the big cats' cage
dropping turds along the way
while all the people gasped
when the lioness took a piss into the popcorn cart
and the flying trapeze artist puked into the fray.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]

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Post by stilltrucking » October 22nd, 2007, 4:12 pm

I shoveled tons and tons of elephant shit
with no regrets

I ran away to join the circus
at the tender age of 33
on the run from spider love
when orgasms got too unboring

&
Send in the clowns
because nietzsche asked:
You are going to women?


Poor old Nietzsche
what a clown
Lou Salome cut him down
cause ladies love poets name Rilke
So he never got a kiss
just syphilis they say.

&
the lion tamer was an ex truck driver named bill
old bill whipped that whip
at a cage full of tigers
my hero
I would have been scared shitless to do his job

elephant shit
smells so clean
but tiger shit will gag you

&
the bear rode an old harley davidson from 1938
which everyone came back stage after the show and tried to buy
but the animal trainer was not going to retrain that bear to operate a honda

The only lion on the show named Solomon
and he rode on the back of an elephant named Joyce.
Poor old big gray cow
her eyes always bugeyed with terror
it drove her insane she became a man killer.

&

She punched out so many shriners that got too close
someone painted a skull and cross bones on her head with white shoe polish one night after a show
So as to warn them away.

Joyce had done a head stand on the last guy that shoveled her shit
and I was plenty scared of her






The circus one of the peak experiences of my life
I wanted to be a rigger
those unsung heroes that set up the high wires for the daring young ean and women on the flying trapeezs.

without a net
open text box ramble
don't mean nothing
I solipsize everything these days

damn me clay
obviously this one tripped my poetical trigger
damn shame I am not a poet
please pardon my random thoughts
Sorry I stepped on it.

edit this later for typos and such
you are a poet clay
I wish you well
Last edited by stilltrucking on October 22nd, 2007, 4:49 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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Post by hester_prynne » October 22nd, 2007, 4:49 pm

Sweet memories of Toby Tyler and his beloved chimp are being stirred in me.
Hark! I hear an accordian! A Kaliope too!
I love the circus.
:D
H 8)
"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW

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Post by stilltrucking » October 22nd, 2007, 5:02 pm

I loved it hester
But they can be cruel to the animals.
the guy who owned the elephants was cruel to them

He eventualy lost them
This the circus I worked for
I tried to take care of them the best I could
USDA Seizes Circus Elephants
Decree Under Animal Welfare Act Settles Charges of Improper Care

By Marc Kaufman
Washington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, March 18, 2004; Page A03

For the first time since elephants began entertaining people at American circuses more than 200 years ago, the federal government has removed a herd of circus animals from an owner accused of mistreating and mishandling his animals.

Under a consent decree that took effect this week between the U.S. Agriculture Department and John F. Cuneo Jr. and his Hawthorn Corp., 16 circus elephants will be removed from its Illinois facilities by August and sent to other homes. The company also agreed to pay a $200,000 fine.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dy ... ge=printer

Have you ever had an elephant hug?
Oh boy
The lead elephant took a fancy to me.
she would reach out with her trunk as I walked by and wrap it around my waist. Then she would pull me to her with an irresistable strength and study with her great brown eyes. Still curls my toes to think about her.

Kind of kinky I guess
inter species love
don't tell me I am normal :oops:

I think the elephant is my animal totem
solitary males.

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