THE CLOWN

Thundering applause and frolicking hands,
clapping with might to the Clown's stance.
Whistling and jumping and laughing too aloud,
the people enjoy the Joker's stroll.
He hops and jumps and acts insane,
he juggles and smuggles and knocks the cane.

The troubled face beneath the mask,
works bemusedly on his task.
The earnest eyes in the painted face,
misty and weak,struggle to gaze.
Those poor eyes envisage love,
he doesn't find it,it isn't there.
Thundering applause and frolicking hands,
clapping with might to the Clown's stance.

DELILAH

Flowers swayed with raging envy,
saw her Delilah, her lascivious beauty.
The wind kissed her face with glee,
the luscious hair emblazoned her pretty.

Her swollen eyes vigorated with love,
her lusty lips twirled, smiled as a dove.
He was here, her brawny Samson,
sprung up, ran to him in jubilation.

Embraced him, kissed him, tears fell,
rubbed his shaved head, trembled, chill.
He felt her moistened cheeks, hard,
saw her eyes, blind, shackled and snarled.

Tears flooded, her troubled cheeks shivered,
saw him mocked, hit and kicked.
Inconsolable, grieved, heavy hearted she ran.
They all fell and her lover Samson.

Heart broken, guilty, suffocated,
she wept bitterly, filled with hatred.
Flowers swayed with benign pity,
saw her Delilah, her lascivious beauty.