Klowns

Klowns

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey
"

a trip of sorts

"

I found a rainbow

Underneath the sea

I saw the sky

As I was digging for paper

I ate a moonbeam

While I was driving a marshmallow

 

I escape time

On a magic deli pop

I floated downward

Just because I had no place to go

I became Mojo

So I could ready my soul

I became real

In a steel revolution

 

Now I know

I know

Everything is nothing

That’s mans two handed crown

 

© 2012 Abdul Batin Osman Bey


Author's Note

Abdul Batin Osman Bey
The clown picture is by a man named Marty on Deviantart.com, Hope you enjoy the poem

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Good write like the lines I became Mojo

So I could ready my soul

I became real

In a steel revolution



Posted 7 Years Ago


Abdul Batin Osman Bey

7 Years Ago

thank you very much, cool line choices, I was worried about using the word Mojo but couldn't think o.. read more
A clown called Marty sounds scary...I love the image of eating a moonbeam. It's magic, and a bit scary (because of the clown based subject matter)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abdul Batin Osman Bey

7 Years Ago

nice, I like scary magic, thank you for your review.
great imagery here, what a wonderfully exotic trip you went on.. driving a marshmallow :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Abdul Batin Osman Bey

7 Years Ago

thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it
Haha sounds like a fun trip...vivid and colourful imagery^^

Posted 7 Years Ago


Abdul Batin Osman Bey

7 Years Ago

thank you very much.
kublakhan27

7 Years Ago

You're very welcome^^

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Added on September 22, 2012
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Tags: rainbow, paper, sea, marshmellow, magic, deli, downward, soul, revolution, crown

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Abdul Batin Osman Bey
Abdul Batin Osman Bey

Cambridge, MA



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