Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
The passionate poets proudly present the premier presentation of the first community poem. As with all first births, the labor was long and had to be induced at times but the operation was a success and we have a healthy, bouncing baby community poem. Applause for all participants!!!!
The Day The Circus Came To Town >
The posters littered Main street. One could find them everywhere
Proclaiming the arrival of the circus coming there.
The children rubbed their hands with glee in wild anticipation
Of clowns and games and animals in festive celebration.
The adults, though, were not so gay. They wore a worried frown.
One never knew what happened when the circus came to town........
From miles away the circus train's heard as it comes to town.
Excitement teems from every door and children gather 'round
To see the cages full of sleeping lions and big cats.
How odd to think these simple folk are clowns and acrobats.
Then elephants with boundless strength pull till the tent is up...
In seemingly a blink of eye, there stands the grand "Big Top"!
Doreen Peri >
Old George had been a clown for years, riding with the train.
With nose on straight and baggy pants, again and once again--
He'd do a back-flip entrance while his girlfriend, Laurie Spring,
Awed them with her double twist upon the ten foot swing.
He'd always loved the circus. He joined when he was four--
His father tamed the tigers then; George listened for the roar
While sitting on the sidelines, intrigue his only friend--
George vowed to love the circus life until his days would end.
But today while riding through Orleans, George's smile was upside down.
This clown was not too happy as the circus came to town.
Poet deVine >
George eyed the crowd with apprehension while he darted in and out;
making faces at younger kids who would respond with a laugh or shout
His stomach did the flips, like the acrobats up ahead,
waiting and watching, his heart filled with dread.
He dared not take his makeup off, his face must not show
Orleans held a secret, one George wished no one to know
Isabel Skye >
He hid his dismay the best he could, and forced a smile through lips of wood.
"The show must go on was his only thought
There's lions to tame and, no matter what,
The smiles of the clown must carry the show
from the highest trapeze to the rings below."
So for a brief moment, he forgot his trials,
and busied himself with creating smiles.
What questions lurked, behind clown's paint?
Caused one to gasp, and then to faint
When first she learned, had come to town,
Out of her past, insidious clown.
So long ago, she'd felt the harm,
Sweet Mary Ann, Orleans school marm.
On basement shelf, red bulbous nose,
How long she'd kept, she only knows.
When just sixteen, had run away,
Sweet Mary Ann, what would they say?
The clown and Mary Ann, they held a most horrid secret,
For things were so very different when bathed in iridescent moonlight they had met.
Back in those days George was a man of the night,
Dark and mysterious, he held young Mary Ann in an enraptured fright.
Oh, but the tale grows more strange than even this,
For on a darkened night, ripped apart was a young love's bliss.
Sally S. >
No one knew of her addiction. She held her secret well.
Would George renew her dark affliction? Was far too soon to tell.
At age 16 she found her way into the lavish scene.
She met George that very day. The clown of her dreams.
That bulbous nose! Those floppy shoes! Her heart increased in speed.
She had to have them....would one do? Could he fulfill her need?
Deep inside she could feel she had to be a clown.
Her life became so unreal the day the circus came to town.
She snuck out late that night, stealthy as a shadow
Avoiding every spot of light so nobody would know
Soon she came upon the tent that harbored George the clown
And the canvas she did rent as she hunkered down
So quietly she slipped inside, she could hear George snore
Why, oh why had he lied all those years before
As she looked upon his face bitter memories replayed
Fate had brought him to this place and she would be repaid
Oh yes, Sweet Maryanne, a clown she had hankered to be
but way back then, with evil grin, a clown George would not let her be
“go away, dear heart, the circus life’s not for you”
and crying softly, broken hearted, away Sweet Maryanne flew.
Now she’s come back to ask again to be a clown through the day
but her in heart she really knows at night where her head would lay.
As she creeps towards sleeping George, her heart began to ring
when suddenly she spies another, oh no, [gasp], it’s Laurie Spring!
The terror and torment of what she saw caused Maryanne incredible grief
The life she yearned stolen from her, and alas here was the thief
Revenge it formed in her sullen eyes, how she would make them pay
She left as quietly as she came in preparing for the day
Her dear clown and the love he chose had made on fateful mistake
Written in the diary that Maryanne had the bearings to take
Secrets she soon would reveal as the opening act was played
Oh how they both soon would wish Maryanne was never betrayed
Masked Intruder >
That night was grim,
But sullenly peaceful.
The day for him
Would soon be frightful.
Maryanne knew her opponent
Well enough it seemed.
She failed to know of her proponent
Who had already started to scheme.
Bearded Beatrice of Tent One
Had too an affair with the clown.
The bearded lady swore it would be done
When the circus came to this town.
Fred Hobbs >
Beatrice, with wooly beard Throughout the circus was most feared
T’was said she once a man did pound
Till just his head stuck from the ground
She’d teach ol’ George to clown around
And Maryanne, our lady scorned
Was out for blood - George be forewarned
Between these two your fate is sealed
For neither’s heart has ever healed
They’ll skin you like a grape that’s peeled
Our girls have read your diary
With tempers hot and fiery
They come for you – you’d best take wing
Just leave your clothes and everything
And don’t forget ol’ Laurie Spring
And on the other side of the little town
Sat a lonely boy, with big eyes of brown.
Wondering if this circus would be the one
To make his happiness come undone,
The one to take away all that was sad.
Was this the circus with a clown he had called "Dad"?
Little did old George know about the little boy
Nor sweet Maryanne's vengeful ploy
To seek revenge on that fateful night
That filled Maryanne's heart full of fright.
Not only how he violated Maryanne
But from her being a clown he did ban.
Maryanne was just the tender age of sixteen
She thought George's rejection was so mean
But what was worse than that night
Was just the beginning of her terrible plight
But what was discovered in the next few weeks
Would make even sweet Maryanne shriek.
...Sweet Mary Ann and Laurie Spring each other did consort - n
Together then, with Wooly Beatrice - The Triumverate
Snuck under cover of the dark, and in betwixt his snores,
Did silently pilfer from George, his shoes and bulbous nose!
The story's told that Mary Ann did don his festive duds;
Then off she stole, with circus trains, in quest of real clown studs...
Their covert plan - The Mighty Three - Now George would have to pay,
A clown retired to Orleans town, forever and a day....
Poet deVine >
George awoke to find that he
was helplessly stranded there
gone was his nose and shoes
gone his bright colored hair.
He found some pants in an old dust bin
and quickly donned them with care
then wandered through the city streets
looking for a circus or a fair.
Doreen Peri >
George roamed the streets and sidewalks long
with no-one by his side.
This lonely clown with bright orange pants
had loves not rectified.
He couldn't seem to find a circus
waiting for a clown --
New nose he found (removable),
then finally sat down.
He sat in front of Diamond Drug
and smoked a cigarette.
He thought of Maryanne and Laurie....
how could he forget?
He loved them both--- how could he not?
He knew they both loved him--
and yet the choice between the two
had almost done him in.
George sat and puffed and smoke arose
and filled the air with whisp...
and looking up, he saw the beard of
good ol' Beatrice.
She stood above him, statuesque,
and stared into his heart...
then Beatrice proceeded to
give George a hard jump start.
"Hey you!" she said, "What's up with you?
Why are you sitting there?
Don't you know your boy is looking for
his father at the fair?
Get up! Go home!
Change out of those orange pants!
Your boy is just not looking
for a clown lost in a trance!"
George looked up at Miss Beatrice,
admiring her plea--
then picked his nose up off the ground
and got up on one knee.
"Where is my Maryanne?", he asked...
his eyes began to tear.
"Maryanne?", she echoed,
"I don't know. But she isn't here."
"Well, where is Laurie?," George then asked,
reaching down to grab his nose
from rolling on the sidewalk
down the grass between his toes.
"Good grief! Who cares?," Miss Beatrice said,
"Your son is searching wide
for his father who abandaned him,
he wants you by his side!"
So, George stood up and hugged ol' Bea
and thanked her, looking stunned---
then headed down the little town
to find his long lost son.
Fred Hobbs >
So to the Bigtop George returned
With not a thought of being spurned
By either lass whose love he sought
The thought of both made Georgie hot
A threesome maybe? Worth a shot
But Bearded Bea had set a trap
And fed our boy a line of crap
His son had left the day before
Gone home to mother's by the shore
For George the worst was now in store
George found our Laurie hard at work
Walked up to her and flashed a smirk
Said "Laurie baby, I'm your guy
But Maryanne has caught my eye
Why don't you give us both a try?"
She trained elephants - our Laurie Spring
Big Bertha and her partner Bing
The darlings of the center ring
For her they'd do most anything
They'd even give ol' George a fling
Bing flipped his trunk out like a whip
Encircling our George's hip
And pitched him in the air with ease
And through the very top trapeze
Where George now dangled by his knees
George hung there momentarily
And then he looked down warily
Although the net was far below
His knee joints now were hurting so
He closed his eyes and just let go
He prayed while falling toward the ground
Swore that he'd never fool around
In fact a new life he would start
And never break another heart
From now on in he’s play it smart
He hit the net and off he sprung
And as he did he bit his tongue
Then landed in Big Bertha's dung
She glared down at him angrily
And took a moment then to pee
The girls, well they just laughed and pointed
As George lay there - by dung anointed
He lay there just a moment longer
A distant song now getting stronger
What was that voice he now could hear?
Perhaps an angel passing near
Perhaps a wandering Balladeer…..
And so, at last, poetic friends
This is how the story ends.
Old George was left without a thing
While Beatrice and Laurie Spring
Continued on from town to town
And Maryanne became the clown
She had always hoped to be...
The little boy, of course, was me.
[This message has been edited by Balladeer (edited 08-10-99).]