The Lost Ringmaster
Shirtless, riding across a golf course
on a red elephant, crowds turn to stare
at the man with a chest that has no hair.
He’s gone missing from the circus as his
mount’s tetched with mad louse disease;
still looking punched and fit, i.e. pleased.
Within or without the ring, his fixed smirk
represents the mien of guilty circle jerks
prostrate-prohibited from happy endings.
If you would like to know more about this fabulous song, I wrote a post on it awhile back.
Punam is today’s host for dVerse’ Tuesday Poetics. Punam says:
For today’s poetics prompt, I would like you to write an irreverent verse.
THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT, PUNAM
Thank YOU for writing this, Li! I love it! ❤️
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My pleasure, Punam <3
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When I read the words ’the man with a chest that has no hair’, Lisa, I immediately thought of Putin bare-chested on his horse. But the ‘fixed smirk’ that ‘represents the mien of guilty circle jerks’, I thought of the orange one. Either way, what a vile man so well captured in your poem.
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Kim you guessed right on the p-word. He’s riding the red elephant who is orange ;)
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A disturbing image, Lisa, but an accurate one!
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Kim the whole mess we are in is disturbing. So much is riding on the election next week. Can’t believe it’s just a week away now.
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The circus on the golf-course is a nice detail
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Thanks much, Bjorn.
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Well done, Lisa! I candefinitely get behind your irreverence seething throughout your poem 💜
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Cara, thanks much. I tried to restrain myself and didn’t do a very good job of it ;)
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🩵🩵
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You did very well with this one, Lisa!
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Dwight, thanks!
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You went all the way there! Really admire that, gives really edge to your poetry. Very well done indeed.
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You are very welcome, Ain. I was sure you’d appreciate it.
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Was inspiring, so real, authentic. This is true art with words, “getting hands dirty:” roughly moulded & sculpted.
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<3
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A clever write – matches with the picture wonderfully
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Thank you, Jae. I truly adore that painting and have used it multiple times for various things.
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Very good, Lisa! “prostate-prohibited”….now there’s a phrase you don’t hear often in poetry! JIM
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<3
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The last line is so funny! Nice one Lisa 👏
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lol Thanks, Shaun. It’s the worst think I could think of to wish upon them and I hope their suffering lingers on them until the end.
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You really went all the way there, and it gives the verse such an incredible edge Lisa! a brilliantly bold and fiercely irreverent poem.
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OM, thanks much. I would like to add more to it at some point. A few stanzas isn’t nearly enough to cover the mess.
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I would love to read few more stanzas. After all, a great art is created by dismantling good art a few times. Keep writing Lisa 😊
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Awesome! That settles it :)
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The ending was quite a surprise. Lots of fun use of language in this one.
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Thanks, Maria. I was kind of surprised by it also. The muse has a wicked sense of humor.
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