Last Clown Left
Why are you attempting,
To destroy my peace of mind?
I'd spend more time looking behind me,
If I were you!
Not one face says they are pleased,
With your ignorance!
Since in this neighborhood...
We are mending fences!
Not trying to tear them down.
You must be the last clown left,
From that circus?
You better 'check' yourself.
Before you find the ground...
A place found,
Willing to quietly accept your foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Removing The Grease Paint
Removing the grease paint,
From the face of any clown...
And a circus is not what first comes to mind.
Although,
Clowns determined to start their own circus...
Will find a way to do it,
With a more acceptable appearance.
And one dressed in a tailored suit,
Can achieve remarkable success.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revivification
I could have been a funny circus clown
With multi- colored makeup on my face.
I could have been the greatest fool around
My face on posters all over the place.
But I chose instead to be a poet
An unknown writer who now writes verses.
A self indulging choice I must admit
But its satisfaction reimburses
The time and effort I devote to it.
I will never be a Poe or Whitman
Nor poet laureate I must admit
And that famous funny-circus-clown man?
I resurrect him occasionally
Like in this present piece of poetry.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Clown
Orbison/mcgill
I was a clown when I thought I had found
A love for me and only me but she laughed at the clown
Turned him down turned him down
I never frown ah, ah, ah, Im the clown
For it breaks my heart I play the part of a clown
Runnin round trouble bound Im the clown
I wander all around wondering if you ever cared
I go from place to place, I look from face to face
Hoping that you will be there
All over town the word is out its all around
That I love her still guess I always will Im the clown
Runnin round trouble bound Im the clown
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Clown
I was a clown when I thought I had found
a love for me and only me but she laughed at the clown
turned him down turned him down
I never frown ah, ah, ah, I'm the clown
for it breaks my heart I play the part of a clown
runnin round trouble bound I'm the clown
I wander all around wondering if you ever cared
I go from place to place, I look from face to face
hoping that you will be there
All over town the word is out It's all around
that I love her still guess I always will I'm the clown
runnin round trouble bound I'm the clown
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Climb Over That Hill
When your reach,
Is not towards the top...
Only you are there blocking,
What should not be stopped.
When your reach,
Is not towards the top...
Only you are there blocking,
What should not be stopped.
If you've got a lot on your mind,
A rollercoaster you will find...
Tripping you with up and downs,
Until on the ground...
Where you can be found.
Hanging around.
A dance romanced with feebleness,
Attracts like bread to feed insects.
And keeps you in check,
With no wish for the best!
Don't leave your heart on your sleeve.
Decide to be released and free.
And refuse to accept,
Disrespect and neglect.
If you've got a lot on your mind,
A rollercoaster you will find...
Tripping you with up and downs,
Until on the ground...
Where you can be found.
Hanging around.
Declare more of joy with peace and harmony!
Decide today it is okay to have prosperity.
And you will,
Climb over that hill!
Yes you will...
Have a life fulfilled.
When your reach,
Is not towards the top...
Only you are there blocking,
What should not be stopped.
Declare more of joy with peace and harmony!
And you will,
Climb over that hill!
Yes you will...
Have a life fulfilled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finding My Peace
I got to find my peace so I cut to ease the pain,
Escaping the life I'm living, escaping a life of vain,
Quieting the cries, as my eyes let free its rain,
Body becomes weak and tired, as my strength I try to gain,
I want to find my peace, some peace of any kind,
Needle penetrates my skin, but to the damage I am blind,
So high up off these drugs, so high up in my mind,
Guess I'll just keep on using, until my peace I someday find,
I need to find my peace, so I drink the stress away,
Now so intoxicated, but it's only a temporary state,
I'm in a better place, so I guess it makes it okay,
But I still haven't found my peace, so I'll try another way,
I think I've found my peace, in a place that's rather odd,
No needles, no bleeding, no cutting, just prayer for His approval nod,
I think I've found my peace, and to my better half I'll prod,
Because I know I've found my peace, and I found it with myself and God,
poem by Niakeva Thomas
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Common Ground
These are not dispassionate words of the cool
The headline still rules the editors a fool
Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse
And leave us stranded here tomorrow
I heard a calling out, a cry from the heart
From the towns of cement and the beauty
A whisper its turned howl, man he didnt know
He was standing waiting for tomorrow
Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground
I could never figure the calendars flow
Nor can I work out how the wild, wild wind blows
But were ready from within and were starting to go
Away from the place of no tomorrow
Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground
Nothings left, (? ? ? ) I see there must be some common ground
Oh the wrecking fields are a terrible place
With a sulphurous smell and a frightening pace
And the hook goes early and the critic is king
Its hard to stay human and stand in the ring
Theres no time to be absent, a clown or a fool
While shylock is smiling were loaded like mules
If we surrender ourself to industrial rules
Well wake up in the wreckage of tomorrow
Now
Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground
Nothings left, somethings found, can we see some common ground
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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A place anywhere
Finally you got to settle somewhere
Yu have no place to go anywhere
One can think of resting there
It is wonderful place with no fears
Whatever may be your deeds?
Whatever may be your greed?
You may have no worry to feed
You are taken away and freed
People wish heaven for you
I don’t know how far it is true?
Why do we pray for peace in heaven?
He has done nothing at all good even
We touch the feet and seek the blessings
There is something moral like missing
We were all the time at loggerheads
He used to be dreaded and we were afraid
It is not satisfaction at al for his departure
We don’t heave a sigh of relief for future
He could do worst all in his tenure
We feared so much and were unsure
We still lay a wreath
That is last respect to death
You may be buried deep in the ground
The final peace is lastly found
It is burial ground
Complete peace and absolutely no sound
No one goes there for any round
Occasional offerings and flowers to be found
No one may wish to come here
Still it has to somewhere near
The journey may soon be taken
Even if your belief is shaken
It has to be borne in mind
You got to and will have to find
The journey may end soon
You will be brought here in night or noon
Wish all a happy good bye
You have now nothing left to buy
You may not see them in times to come
You place is fixed with rousing welcome
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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So Far, So Pleased
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I had 2 get us stranded
If u know what I mean
Big scar on my knee
Begging 4 a kiss is such a dull routine
Still im...
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
So far, so fine
I find another beauty mark
With every glass of red wine
So fast the time
Everytime I have to go, I go and lose my mind
Its hard, okay
Thats what happens
When a boy and girl dont get 2 play
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
(yeah)
(come on, come on)
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I could spend the night and leave at 10:15
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
Ooh-ooh yeah
So far, so pleased
Oh-ooh
song performed by by Prince
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Narcoleptic
Slip and stumble at my first defences
Its not treason, its no lie
You talk in paragraphs
I write my sentence
Its not treason, its no lie
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
Crush and crumble under your defenses
Its not treason, its no lie
You frame the photograph I sit on fences
Change your season, love can die
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
If we tear out the tumor
Its later, never sooner
If we tear out the tumor
Its later, never sooner
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
It seems a place for us to dream
It seems a place for us to dream
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Youd better keep it in check
Or youll end up a wreck
And youll never wake up
Wake up
song performed by by Placebo
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Why That Should Be Important to Them
When there are those who insist upon doing things their way...
And they do things,
Their way.
Why is it they have negative things to say,
About those who choose not to follow them?
They should be pleased.
Why do they then spend their time,
Attempting to prove to others they are right?
Shouldn't their activities be occupying their minds?
Doing those things their way.
Instead of trying to find out who is not?
And why that should be important to them!
Leaving what they say they do to be left undone.
Afterall...
Isn't having things to do their way the way they wanted,
Anyway?
And why are they upset with those who pay them no attention?
Someone is not doing what they say they do!
And 'busy bodied' nosy people always make claims!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circus
Little man with his eyes on fire
And his smile so bright.
In his hands are the toys you gave
To fill his heart with delight.
And in the ring stands a circus clown
Holding up a knife.
What you see and what you will hear
Will last you for the rest of your life.
And its sad, so sad,
There aint no easy way round.
And its sad, so sad,
All you friends gather round
cause the circus left town.
Little man with his heart so pure
And his love so fine.
Stick with me and Ill ride with you
Till the end of the line.
Hold my hand and Ill walk with you
Through the darkest night.
When I smile Ill be thinking of you
And every little thing will be all right.
Chorus
Chorus
The circus left town, left town.
The circus left town, left town.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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No to isolation
It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear
See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many
Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race
In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease
Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation
Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best
People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed
So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Peace be with you (Latin-Pax Vobiscum)
Oh God! I need a quiet place,
Where flows the nectar of peace,
Not that kind of dead peace,
In the grave, one finds with ease.
I went to the Himalayas Mountain,
But peace there was no certain,
As the solitude tore my mind,
A little peace when I tried to find.
I heard good spiritual lectures,
Those from eminent preachers,
For peace, I left no place unturned,
But with a perturbed mind I returned.
Tell me, oh God, that unknown place,
Where lies that elusive peace,
What I need, now I can find,
So, I’ll have peace of mind.
God answered, “Hey you fool,
First learn to keep yourself cool,
Don’t search elsewhere out,
But dive deep into your heart.”
“Peace isn’t an object that lies outside,
But it’s a feeling that’s generated inside.
Learn to cultivate peace in your heart.
To enjoy this peace, better you now start.”
“Know this I’m in your heart.
I fill it up with peace quite a lot.
This divine peace when you merit,
No need to go elsewhere for it.”
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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If Life Was A Circus
If lide was a circus
I'd be your clown,
I'd get on your pony
ride your merry-go-
round.
if life was a circus
under your big tent,
make love with you
forever
we'd be heaven spent.
if life was a circus
in your arena we would
play,
with each other forever
forever, and a day.
but life is not a circus
I am not a clown,
all I can ever do
is watch your merry-go-
round.
poem by Heather Burns
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Circus Leaving Town
(Written by Phillip Claypool)
Before you draw the final curtain
Before the big top crashes down
Before you pack away my trunk case
I'd like to take a final bow.
One last chance to hear the laughter
And see your face there in the crowd
One last moment in the spotlight
One last chance to be your clown.
I guess you're tired of walking tightropes
Of setting up and tearing down
You want a place to call forever
And rest your feet on solid ground.
Somewhere you've lost that sense of wonder
But that's still the place I'm bound
I'm a storm in search of thunder
I'm just a circus leaving town.
Once we could fill the room with laughter
And fill each other's hearts with joy
Through each trial and disaster
Still we cling to our choice.
To take a path so unforgiving
A road that waits for no one
You know we chose to keep on living
Lord, tell me where did we go wrong.
I guess you're tired of walking tightropes
Of setting up and tearing down
You want a place to call forever
And rest your feet on solid ground.
Don't try to break this spell I'm under
And stop these wheels from spinning around
I'm a storm in search of thunder
Yes, I'm just a circus leaving town.
Some day you'll wake up and wonder
And your heart will start to pound
And you'll long for the thunder
And the kiss is of a clown...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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State Of The Union
I was talking bout the state of the union
How theres no one now in power thinking of me
I was saying how we ought to try to fix it
Find a leader who is not afraid to be
Then a voice came out of the darkness
Saying tear the system down
Tear it down
I was thinking bout how that was very crazy
And I tried to find a way to tell him so
But when I did I used a word that was quite nasty
How the policeman heard me man Ill never know
Then a voice came out of the darkness
Saying tear the system down
Tear it down; down to the ground
I was wrestled of to one side of the theater
And they said Id have to go right to jail
They dont permit coarse language in their city
But they did accept a large amount of bail
Then a voice came out of the darkness
Saying tear the system down
Tear it down; down to the ground
song performed by by Chicago
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To Feast On Deceit
Electing effective and honest lawmakers?
What a brilliant concept.
Is there still more pie left?
And,
Would this come before or after...
Many have chosen to feast on deceit.
And who would be left to accept the check?
Or can afford to leave admitting they are pleased.
The taste of the pie has too many addicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beneath The Face of A Clown
My mother’s uncle was a circus clown
forever tripping up and falling down.
A circus performer through and through
who would try anything they asked him to.
With a tiny umbrella attached to his hat
and a blonde haired wig under that.
A huge red nose that he honked so loud
always brought a smile from the crowd.
Apart from that he never made a sound,
but the humour button he always found.
He made the most timid of children smile
by sharing his talent for just a little while.
But beneath the face of this funny clown
was one of anguish, sadness, and frown.
A tragic event struck the funny man’s life
whilst performing with a throwing knife.
A hooded assistant attached to a turning wheel;
her shout of okay released the knife of steel.
A gasping audience watched it cut through the air…
yells and cries witnessed the death of her.
A lapse of concentration, a hesitant troubled mind,
an unfortunate twist of fate that was so unkind.
It was then he discovered that his throwing knife
had found the heart of his newly wed wife.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The Times We Now Live That Takes Away Breaths
In the disarray of these days we now face,
I keep my concentration focused upon my deeds.
And less upon comments made by others,
About me...
My deeds.
And what beliefs about me they whisper,
To others giving them time to listen.
I could only wish people like that...
A less traumatic awakening.
Since I seek the company,
Of those few who are awake.
To mature AND awaken to accept,
The times we now live that takes away breaths...
In a neck breaking speed,
Is here.
And so blessed is the feeling,
To have one's peace of mind intact!
That's a fact!
And 'that' takes a long time in development.
It comes with experiencing life and not rehearsing it...
As some would think.
Or kept practiced as if to impress.
As some still do!
Life is much too precious to accept foolishness.
And that is...
But just one of the many of the many many lessons...
I have had to learn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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