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Where do clowns go to laugh?
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Where do clowns go to laugh? |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA 
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Where do clowns go to laugh When the circus closes down Its wonders to the current town And canvas tents all lay in half? When lion, tiger and giraffe Are tucked away in steel cages As managers count up the wages To split among the circus staff - Where do clowns go to laugh? Where do the men behind the masks Of greasepaint eyes and lipstick grins That smile out over double chins And roll about whenever asked Go to let their cares unwind With someone else to play the fool While they sit perched upon a stool? Please tell me for my peace of mind For I was one who used to laugh And now I need that special place Where tears can dry without a trace, Where smiles can split your face in half; There - where the clowns go to laugh. |
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ashlerr Junior Member
since 1999-06-11
Posts 23chino hills, ca usa |
i really liked this one. a kind of question within a statement of lose. ( please dont think that i am critiquing) leave it innocence or just simply a change. i look forward to seeing more. |
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Ron
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-05-19
Posts 8669Michigan, US |
This falls within that unusual category: a question I never thought to ask, but an answer I've always sought to find. Wondeful Job! The MimeThe eyes of the mime are cold and intense, A stare both vacant and proud; His look is sheathed in shades of diffidence, His semblance to enshroud. The lips of the mime are silent and dead, Unmoving, unmoved, unmet; The sound of his smile is left unsaid, The touch of his voice unspent. His face a mask, his demeanor a sham His words unspoken untruth, Yet the mute mime remains an epigram Of man's remembered youth The clowns, you see, exist for our progeny In the big tent of the circus; And if clowns exist for our progeny, Then mimes are for the rest of us. See not the unsmiling lips and icy eyes, And hear not the silence after. Look instead as the mime hypnotizes And listen to the laughter. Ron [This message has been edited by Ron (edited 06-13-99).] |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
"...a question I never thought to ask, but an answer I've always sought to find." A masterful statement followed by an equally masterful poem. Thanks for sharing it. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
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jbzy New Member
since 1999-07-03
Posts 5indianapolis |
I like the poem. It is true where do we go when we lose our laughter, when the stress is too much. Can't wait to see more. |
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ac Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 129Cayey, PR - USA |
I don't where clowns go to laugh...or what they do when all is done...but I can tell you this much...I know exactly where to go when I need a lift or a touch...straight to Balladeer...great one... |
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Christina Myers Member
since 1999-06-21
Posts 159 |
a lovely poem, indeed.... reminds one of that old adage- laughing on the outside, crying on the inside- bravo, Balladeer -Christina ------------------ And I thought: this is how poetry is born. It comes from invisible heights, it is secret and dark in its origins, solitary and fragrant, and like the river it will assimilate whatever falls in its current; it will seek a route between the mountains, and its crystalline song will ripple through the meadows."- Pablo Neruda |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Great thought, I alway's just thought clowns were happy people, and that's why they became clowns to entertain people with their humor. Now you have me wondering if they could maybe be sad, and hiding behind those wigs and painted faces, so no one else will know. Great work Balladeer, you alway's get our thought waves moving. |
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Cuddlez Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 422Walla Walla, WA 99362 |
I always was told the happiest people had the most to hide...... Time flies? Say it not so, time stays we go. |
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RosePetal 
since 2001-08-26
Posts 2985South Florida |
aww I like this balladeer! when i was a little girl I was terrified of clowns LOL [This message has been edited by RosePetal (02-11-2002 06:07 PM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh Michael, you were so serious back here |
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Krystopher Morris Member
since 2002-11-11
Posts 130Ancient land called Chivalry |
Wow, I've always appreciated your poetry and little stories with poetical rhymes. But the past awakens the best of times. I really like this verse of speech and of course one day, your level of writing I will reach. To be, or not to be. That is the question. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Thank you, Krystopher, for digging back (way back!) into the past. I'm glad you enjoyed  |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
"Where do clowns go to laugh?" Well shoot, never really thought about it till now, but thanks for the next eight hours that I will spend trying to figure it out hehe Great write, this was before I found yall... and glad I have gone hunting cause this one was well worth the find. Tima |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
A boast in order here. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Wow, late! You're bringing back some old memories! Thank you.... |
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