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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA 
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CLOWNS I wanted to write a funny, to bring a smile or two, About a man with rubber knees, a clown with face of blue. Who brought his brand of humor, to kids around the town, Who made them laugh, squeal with delight, to see the man fall down. With floppy shoes and baggy pants, a mophead for his hair, Who squeezed into a tiny car, who balanced on a chair. A man whose heart was filled with love, for every girl and boy, Who brought them more than candy canes, a man who brought them joy. I never wrote of clowns before, I never thought them funny, But I never smiled till I was nine, my life was less than sunny. But it matters not what I may feel, it’s kids who count the most, So when they come to visit me, I’ll be the perfect host. I’ll don the clothes and paint my face, and put on floppy shoes, I’ll run around, and I’ll fall down, and help them chase the blues. I’ll make them laugh, I’ll make them smile, I’ll fill their hearts with glee, For children need to laugh a lot, or they’ll be clowns like me. For inside of every clown, you see, there’s someone filled with fear, That someday when the greasepaint’s gone, someone will see the tear. The tiny tear, we all paint on, in clownface as we hide, So no one knows the hurt we feel, buried deep inside. Clowns are a funny lot, we are, we have a job to do, We HAVE to make you love us, even if our face is blue. But blue it is, or red or green, we’ll play our funny part, So no one will suspect that clowns, just hide a broken heart. So next time that you see a clown, look behind the face, And know that while he makes you laugh, he’s in another place. He’s gone to that great circus, where every face is blue, Where everyone wears baggy pants, and every heart is true. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow! - This is an exceptional piece, Hard Rock. I love it and there's so much beneath the surface. Welcome to Dark Passions - hope to see more from you soon. Michael |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Welcome indeed! I never thought of a clown as having emotions behind the face!!! Well thought out and well done  May the world hug you today, With it's warmth and love. I pray it whispers a joyful tune in your heart, That tell you there is a friend sitting in another corner of the world, Wishing you well and wishing you love...... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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kynder Senior Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 537Tallahassee, Florida |
is that why i have always disliked clowns? cuz i could see my broken self in them? this poem, as all your others, really makes me think. clowns scare me, truth be told. but, this is still great work!!!!!!!!!! nothing can change that. kynder A woman to a man is But a mere chapter, But a man to a woman Is an entire book.-- Kynder Howell |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
Oh wow, this is a great poem Hardrock!! I have always adored clowns since I was a little girl!! This does sound all too familiar to my poem!! It's nice to see someone be able to relate!! Thank You sooo very much for sharing this piece!! Smile...for I have found when someone doesn't love you...there is always someone else who does!! For every one who doesn't there are at least 20 who do!! It's soo hard to believe at times but soo true!! Bridgette "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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