Crying Clowns

Crying Clowns

A Poem by Will
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Rhyming words...

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The bricks are laid
And the pieces set.
Gentlemen,
Come place your bets!

The women they
All look so fine!
The monks are here
They've built a shrine.

I hear the train
Rolling on down.
I see the troupe
Of crying clowns.

They scream my name
And cry for help.
The otters,
They all search for kelp.

I can't stop grinning,
Don't ask why.
I don't even know
Why I hardly try.

The girls all call
My name out loud.
Of my love affairs
I'm not too proud.

For some,
There is meaning in all.
But for us,
Nothing to do but fall.

© 2013 Will


Author's Note

Will
I think I've been listening to too much Bob Dylan...

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LOL keep listening to Bob Dylan! teehee! Great write :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Superb!
You have a nice inspiration. Love the ryhme and rhythm.


Posted 10 Years Ago


I don't think there's too much Bob Dylan. The man is a genius and you honor him. This is a terrific poem. The ending echoes in my mind. David

Posted 10 Years Ago


i was humming a dylan tune while reading.


"buckets of rain, buckets of tears, got all these buckets coming out of my ears, buckets of moonbeams, in my hand. you got all the love, honey baby i can stand!"

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

He's one of the greats, as both a poet and musician. Thanks for reading.
A very entertaining and amusing poem. I love it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Goddamn crying clowns with pockets full of kelp. I hope an otter bites one. Always be proud of your love affairs, except the one's when you were shitfaced. Ya might not wanna mention those. Fun poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Life is a circus, full of those crying clowns! Great job with the metaphor, and well done with the rhyme!

Rhythm is good too, though I feel like there are some syllables that could be eliminated for the sake of flow.
Last line, second stanza - "and" is not needed; stanza 5, "me".


Posted 10 Years Ago


I loved this, it was really well written and all the little rhymes were amazing. (:

"The girls all call
My name out loud.
Of my love affairs
I'm not too proud."

We all make mistakes, right? We all have things we're not proud of but we learn from them.

~ Noodle.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on June 13, 2013
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Tags: name, scream, crying, clowns, troupe, train, shrine, monks, fine, women, bet, pieces, Bricks, help, otters, kelp, search, love, grin, fall, proud, affairs, meaning, life

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Will
Will

Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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