Greetings on this fine Sunday to you all. I am Soul Walker… luckily this isn’t nearly as terrible (usually) as Paul Walker… whom I am trying (and failing) to not hate. Sometimes people (on the internet) just call me Soul (which oddly enough doesn’t bother me). I actually write a poetry blog (which is here, because someone will have an aneurism if I don’t link to it) so maybe it even makes sense that I am here today just for you (I think we all wish that english still had a you plural… sigh… and is it just me, or is that guy’s face hilarious.?)
“But wait Soul– why does you being the author of a poetry blog make some sort of sense? What does that have to do with ‘A Clown On Fire?’” Thank you short girl with the cute glasses in the back. That is a good question. The reason it is relevant (and therefore makes some sort of sense) is because today (as it is Sunday) we are going to be commenting only in Haiku, Limerick, or acrostic. I am the guest moderator… and a poet… moderating a blog post with comments solely in the form of poetry– get it? Of course you do. Oh, and are those glasses prescription?
I should mention I don’t really do pictures. I mean, I like them and all (especially the funny ones)… but it’s not really my thing. Also, just so you know, I am a cranky moody dinosaur of an old man… in a not so old (unfortunately) man’s body. I should probably tell you that I am religious as well. This way, when you take the Lord’s name in vain and I get all pissy… you can just put two and two together (because I want your life to be easier).
And I have a very serious request: could you please not comment while wearing pants. I find it distracting. Also (this is an awful lot of also’s), comments should be in the form (wait, didn’t we already go over this?) of haiku, acrostic, or limerick… and trust me, it is much MUCH easier to write limericks without your pants on.
There once was a Sunday to-do
And everyone thought they’d come through
But words have a way
Of having their say
And pants just won’t help you get through.
Remember to play nice… and in verse…
Such as in a haiku…
Tolerance is not
so present in you at all
When you both agree.
Or in an acrostic…
C hlorine in your glass
L ingers in your gut
O nly if you blink
W ill you feel it right
N owhere is a manual
L aid out for your heart
Y ou will have to find out there.
P oorly lit the alley wet
R iddled with the haunts of ghosts
E ver floating in a void
S inking as you walk on by
S uch is how it plays for us
E very single day
D ying from the Chlorine kept inside that special glass.
(Please note that the phrase “Clownly Pressed” was coined by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher)
Post Script- Le Clown is magnificent.
cranky dinosaur
likes to write poetry, not
vicious predator
all le clown readers
breath a collective sigh of
such heartfelt relief
I am wearing jeans
does this break your clothing rules?
apologetic
Posted by Blue Girl | October 14, 2012, 07:27I once was distracted at dawn
By clothes on the legs you had on
And try though I might
I couldn’t fight
And I had to see your pants on.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:25It’s too early to rhyme
I don’t want to whine
Be clever or frown
Writing words to a clown
Typing in these jammies of mine.
I’m sticking to prose
Posted by Elyse | October 14, 2012, 07:30All in all I see
Furtively glancing down
A happy winker.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:30
Posted by Elyse | October 14, 2012, 11:30I just woke up now
I can hardly see or think
Need my glasses
Posted by boomiebol | October 14, 2012, 07:37Coffee comes when asked
As a long awaited boon
Glasses too can help.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:38A comment you wanted
One I was going to write
Now I did
Posted by Alastair | October 14, 2012, 07:55Comments flow like wine
As I sip my cup right here
Together here now.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:40Silly
Old
Unfettered
Lunacy
Whiney
Ass scratching
Lycra wearing
Kooky
Ex-pants
Ruminator?
Posted by unfetteredbs | October 14, 2012, 08:13L ove is how we see
Y ou and me with our hearts
C alling unto metered call
R olling back on waves we feel
A ll together with no pants.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:43I wish I had the
nerve to write without but
my pants are still on
Posted by jenniburkeyoga | October 14, 2012, 08:37I cannot myself
Actually see your legs
Just so we are clear.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:44(This is hilarious… did you miss a syllable too?)
Posted by jenniburkeyoga | October 14, 2012, 11:47Truth be told if you
Want to know the truth this morn–
Depends on accent.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 12:13darn I missed a syllable!
Posted by jenniburkeyoga | October 14, 2012, 08:38I like Soul Walker
Cranky dinosaur with rules
Seems to know himself
Posted by A gripping life | October 14, 2012, 08:51The hard way have I
Fought to know where I begin
Endings tell a lot.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:45I look forward to
My Sunday morning Haiku
Even with no pants
Posted by Carrie Rubin | October 14, 2012, 09:03Sunday here haiku
Breathing easy with no pants
Thinking clearly now.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:48(le clown — LOVE The middlesister header)
Posted by unfetteredbs | October 14, 2012, 09:03I love it as well
But this is not in our form
So agreed upon.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:49my apologies
pantless master soul walker
cantankerous host
Posted by unfetteredbs | October 14, 2012, 12:09Accepted with joy
Universe restored to peace
Unfettered Sunday.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 12:18You are full of words
I am full of images
We are who we are
Posted by drawandshoot | October 14, 2012, 09:26Here a space to be
Without all the things we fear
Self becomes quite real.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:50AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW you used CLOWNLY PRESSED! (and you didn’t cite me – but that’s ok…and I’m not telling anyone about the status of my pants).
A Soul Walker that doesn’t wears pants
Should be reading my philosophical rants
We’re not done with “Belief” nor will I give you relief
Until we’ve sussed it out and applied for some grants
Posted by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher | October 14, 2012, 09:42The coffee and me we’ve run low
And force of my will will soon go
But I like to chat
Imagine it that
Soon we will “speak” as we go.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:53I’m down with that.
Posted by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher | October 14, 2012, 12:02I’m not wearing pants
just as you requested, sir.
Drafty poetry.
Posted by La La | October 14, 2012, 10:35To honour the guest
Is kind and considerate
And sometimes freeing.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:56No pants on Sunday
Futile is search for coffee
Going back to bed
Posted by Maddie Cochere | October 14, 2012, 10:53Lost cups send me chills
I understand your dire search
Sleep no pants in peace.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 11:58Boys
And their balls;
Sliders,
Elusively
Breaking.
Algorithms cannot account for the
Lucky
Liner that falls in the hole.
Posted by javaj240 | October 14, 2012, 11:37M any a time
E ating has had
A ll the effects
T hat you would fear
L ingering
O n
A s you enjoy life
F ull of happy memories
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 12:04Yo Gabba Gabba
Kids jingles, pity Le Clown
John Coltrane, Save Me.
Posted by Le Clown | October 14, 2012, 11:49Giant steps are found
In your aching waiting ear
Syeeda’s Song Flute
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 12:07Coffee in my cup
Sun outside my window now
Panties on my head.
(sorry, that’s all I got, Soul) — Happy Sunday
Posted by Brigitte | October 14, 2012, 11:52^ Panties on my head.
-> You are the best, Brigitte.
Le Clown
Posted by Le Clown | October 14, 2012, 11:56A fashion statement
That allows pigtails for girls
Past thirty, rebel.
Posted by Brigitte | October 14, 2012, 12:04The rebel in you
Like an awesome bacon wrap
Dreamed of carnivores.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 12:10Boxers on my head
But pigtails have retreated
Memories gone by.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 12:09Lightly
Embossed
Coin shines with silver
Light
On ancient stone
Worn edges
Now show time.
Of what does it
Narrate?
Could it be an
Omen of
Immortality?
Nominating Magnificence?
Posted by Cathy Ulrich | October 14, 2012, 12:12A s the light of dimmed tales tells
P laying happy history
P leasing people with our coins
L eaves us hollow broke
A ching for our hearts
U nderstanding seldom
S o we search the skies
E ternity in magnificence.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 12:24Even though I am new at poetry
I want you to enjoy this entirely
So I will not go on for long
and end this in a sarong
My pants are not on per request
and now I can lay this to rest
(terrible I know, please forgive me but I had to try
)
Posted by changeforbetterme | October 14, 2012, 12:31I think that we all have been new
And didn’t know quite what to do
Without all those pants
It’s easier to dance
And write us a limerick too.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 12:37I find it quite strange to admit
that I have on my pants as I sit
I’ve just got in from work
and would feel like a berk
if I stripped off to write like a twit
Posted by scienerf | October 14, 2012, 13:13I can’t believe it myself
So distracting we’re stuck on the shelf
Like a book in the rear
At the back with a tear
Stuck with your pants like an elf.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 14:04tomato chutney
is now cooking on my stove
no elves here were used
Posted by scienerf | October 14, 2012, 14:14Mystical fairy
Hid from dark hot danger stoves
Watch and wait for you.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 14:21I’m somewhat verbose with the word
Haiku leaves me somewhat perturbed
Too short is the string of that syllabic thing
Give me lines which to rhyme says this nerd.
Posted by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher | October 14, 2012, 13:33Librarians are better than most
With coffee and yogurt and toast
A breakfast quite late
With forms that abate
Only when I’m not the host.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 14:06A German minor I was in college
N o fluency do I yet have
G erman occasionally I can read
E xcept I often need a dictionary for which to
L ook up every other word.
Posted by Angel Fractured | October 14, 2012, 14:34R eading with a dictionary
I s how it’s often done
L earning is a lengthy work
K nowing is the joyful prize
E ver worth the sweat and tears.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 14:37E xcept when it comes to my
N ative language
G oing through words
L ittle need do I have
I n a dictionary to peak
S o what need do I
H ave to be other than monolingual?
Posted by Angel Fractured | October 14, 2012, 14:52U nderstanding may require
N ew perspectives in your mind
D oing what you’ve always done
E ver makes for past ruts held
R eliving old chains heavy kept
S taying in that same cold place
T here is surely light somewhere
A ll you have must bid you look
N o place that your tongue has gone
D id in time bring what you sought
I nto other tongues we go.
N on, Je pense ici
G o you on a foreign voyage with a new tongue in your heart.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 15:00L ‘Angel will be ambitious
E numerating a somewhat long acrostic
C areless of the fact that she’s written few and thus
L acks much skill, most likely
O nward with the acrostic we go
W e must say something more interesting or else
N o appeal it will have
O nomatopoeia
N nnnnng
S ting
O h what other nonsense
U p can we come with
L azzzzzzzzzy we are, zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Posted by Angel Fractured | October 14, 2012, 14:41L etting go of pants
E ver is the goal
W inning is not a thing of fabric
O wing to some other source
W illingly we bask in his magnificence.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 14:46C an
A ngel yet
R ecord another
N ewbie acrostic?
I find myself overwhelmed
E nergy low, creativity
S tretching itself
P erhaps she just
W ants
N ot to
J et onto
W ork
O r finds herself
W ay too amused
W ith her ambition.
Posted by Angel Fractured | October 14, 2012, 15:03W hen the day arrives
H appy sent from up above
E ntered into bliss I’ll find
N ewly opened joyful kegs
P leasing to the earthly eye
A ll laid out with careful peace
U nder radiant setting sun
L ife will take a brand new turn
D iffering entirely
I n its emotive character
E very time we watch Vin drive
S imple things are often best.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 15:09Sorry for wearing
Pants right now – and I’m even
A girl with trousers…
Posted by No Blog Intended | October 14, 2012, 15:31So distracting with
All that fabric waiting here
Limericks feel trapped.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 15:46There once was a woman who found,
Something red on her nose, something round.
She’d stumbled on a blog
That left her quite agog,
Now she’s just another reader freshly clowned!
Posted by Blogless wonder | October 14, 2012, 17:15There once was a clown on fire
With fans always screaming, “higher!”
The blogless came by
With joy in her eye
At the top of the circusy spire.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 22:03Way up here
Without my pants,
Freezing my poor
Assonance,
Forced to write
An epigram.
Am I cheating?
Yes, iamb.
Posted by Blogless wonder | October 14, 2012, 23:58Nice reference made
As you find the rules in style
Pants are optional.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 15, 2012, 00:11I have one more little thing left to say
Per chance to comment, I can, if I may
The length of your title must have took you awhile
I’ve been reading it most of the day
But it contains elements I adore
of parens and ellipsis by the score
This verse, it is awkward – the rhythm all backward,
But that title is my favorite for sure
Posted by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher | October 14, 2012, 19:53Born laughing with my beard
Coffee cup in my right hand
Speaking titles long.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 14, 2012, 22:05If it doesn’t rhyme it is not a poem. Another thing – Picasso – what’s all that about?
Posted by gingerfightback | October 15, 2012, 05:18Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 15, 2012, 10:54This Monday is grim
Can I go pantsless at work?
This haiku sucks balls.
Posted by becca3416 | October 15, 2012, 11:34I am not your boss
So I will leave it to them
Have a great Monday.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 15, 2012, 11:36As in Great Britain I’m grounded
The no pants rule has be confounded
For we have trousers not pants
And our knickers are scant
My attire will leave you dumbfounded
Posted by Storkhunter | October 15, 2012, 11:36This is so brilliantly true
That I didn’t know just what to do
So I made some coffee
To go with my toffee
Which came from Britain strait through.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 15, 2012, 11:38There once was a not-so-young nun
Who wanted to have some fun
She read Le Clown’s blog
When sat on a log
And dropped her delicious redcurrant bun
Posted by faithhopechocolate | October 15, 2012, 12:31Hope the tricky thing
Wedded to faith in our heart
Buns are delicious.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 15, 2012, 21:40I follow the rules
currently wearing a skirt
you’re welcome old sir
Posted by Lyssapants | October 15, 2012, 16:53Thirty-three this day
Happy you have made your mark
Let the good times roll.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 15, 2012, 21:39There once was a clown
who blogged pants down
it made his stats go higher
he got freshly pressed
but still stayed undressed
and now the clown’s palm is on fire.
Posted by The egg man | October 18, 2012, 08:10Blogging with no pants
Makes for lovely posts each day
Burn this mother down.
Posted by Soul Walker | October 18, 2012, 12:41