I got a new act (poem thing I did 10 years or so ago)
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I am no good at spelling or the proper use of the english language so please forgive me if I have very poor use of grammer. Just wanted to share something I wrote many years ago when I first started getting into performing. prior to that I had always been in love with the circus...
I had really big dreams, desire and spunk.
An artist of escape from water and trunk.
The chain is set tight and locks with no key.
Sink to the bottom, the floor of the sea.
My trunk underwater, I prolong the escape,
I wonder what people, would think of my fate.
A minute has passed and now it was time,
The escape must be daring, worth everyone’s dime.
but things weren’t so good, took a turn for the worst
the lock would not open, the trunk would not burst.
I kicked and I hammered with fists and my feet.
Mistaken I was my trunk has a leak!
I pray and I panic with no hope in sight!
Someone please save me, things are not right!
I choke and I struggled I took my last breath
Eyes are now closed, with a vision of death.
My mind was now drifting as I started to drown,
When I regained my sight, I was surrounded by clowns!
and there she was...a sight for sore eyes,
I saw she was calm, through the screams and the cries
Soaked but still smiling, she knelt down beside me
With my head in her arms, she cradled me gently
I sat for a moment locked in her gaze
No desire to move, I could have sat there for days.
With a red spotted hanky she patted my face
If she hadn’t jumped in, I’d be drifting toward space.
Was this all real? Or was it a dream?
This girl gone unnoticed, before now I mean
Where did she come from, could this be true?
Butterflies in my stomach, don’t know what to do….
But then I awoke as HE stormed through the crowd
Pushing away people, with a look all too proud.
He looked down at me, smug look on his face.
Stood next to clown girl, he looked out of place.
The look in his eyes glowed red like camp fire
The tone of his voice was possessive and dire.
He shot me a look, then stared back at her
He must have been drinking, for he started to slur
"What are you doing!..(*hiccup! ).you see he's okay!
leave him alone and be on your way!"
She didn’t even look, just stood up and walked
She left me the handkerchief all covered in spots.
Returned to her corner and played the clown band,
Face painted sad with accordion in hand.
Moping about, her songs were off beat
She fidgeted and stopped, then stood to her feet.
There was hesitation at first, but then with a burst
she ran to the ring and started to curse!!!
"Fuck you, you asshole" she started to yell...
"You won't run my life! I'll see you in hell!"
Then with a hop, a bounce through the air
On top of two horses that were dancing in pairs.
They charged with a fright at the strong man in sight.
Then on through the midway and into the night!
Needless to say, she never came back
I know cause I looked, I waited, and sat.
The strong man has gone no longer admired
He drank too much booze and got himself fired
A year has gone by, my lucks in a fog,
No longer an act but the seller of hot dogs.
With so many people who are coming or going
I almost didn’t see it, till her face started glowing
Its become a routine and the faces a blur,
But those eyes those lips it had to be HER!
She was different somehow, modern no paint.
But then when she smiled I started to faint.
I was scared I was nervous, heart beat my chest!
I dropped the damned hot dog all over my vest.
She laughed out so loud and thought I was silly...
I swear there were angels right there in that chili!
From her pocket she drew a blue spotted cloth
Just like the old one, now nibbled by moths
From my chest pocket I pulled out the cloth with red spots
Neatly folded and cared for with her in my thoughts
..no longer a performer but rather a guest.
She took her blue hanky and whipped off my chest.
I smiled a huge smile that lasted for ages.
Surrounded by monkeys and lions in cages.
I can’t miss it again, I’ll tell her I care...
For the girl with the accordion and red yarn like hair.
We walked under the big top and remembered old times...
cotton candy and freak shows...that cost only a dime.
We spent all night laughing and remembering the night
When she jumped in the water and saved my poor life.
It’s been two whole months since she came back to me
I’m very excited for the whole audience to see
As I walk to center ring, my clown girl is back...
my face has paint too...i got a new act.
By: Vincent N.
(these pictures are not mine I just pulled them off the internets)