Best Marionettes Poems

"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
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"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester, 
mocks in the tomb's chill,
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon...

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It might be called Electrifying Pink,
that color painted on her toes
for it glows amidst the grime of her feet
winding filth up around her ankles
as if...

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land of lost shadows
and unweathered skies.

five urban colours
through unflinching eyes.

tall distant chimneys
and schoolyards at play.

smoke drifting sideways
in stillness each day.

sketches on packets
of stained cigarettes.

strange brooding...

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POLITICIAN PERDITION

Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies

With true intent we go to...

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The flying sent projections free to see,
from adjunct Astrals singing bold decree.

Perched on Pisces’s cusp, forsaking Plato’s cave,
Puppets casting shadows, chancing me a slave.

They hang...

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Hey YOU,

Yes, I’m talking to YOU
 
Please listen to me…
 
You used to comment on almost every poem
But you don’t visit me of late
So I...

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HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY

Her hand’s swan-like dance,
ivory shadow puppets
romance. Hungarian rhapsody.

The musician sans existence
as emotive fingers move
imaginary marionettes
with splendiferous precision.

Drama drops onto piano keys
occasionally taking a gentle...

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I am the reminiscence of you, since you were once me –
stirred among the strings of sense.
I am the reminiscence of everything you love,
since the...

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A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs

This is not a sad poem,
but...

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She stood in thrall to the Magyar
As, one hand cupped to a breast,
The other picked careful notes 
From the guitar against his chest,
So they made...

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Muffled voices in clouded corridors,
where legends mold the unseen,
drifting through thoughts like specters 
bestowing authority upon the mysterious.

In politics, a performance: 
marionettes on a dream-filled...

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"Marching Band"
Dapper dilettantes take over one hundred yards 
Showing their feathers like a cockatoo on pointy shakos 
Displaying their talents on grass they are anything...

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There is a place called tomorrow
Where this set of politicians
Who claim we elected them
Will all be gone
Even the last trace of their names
Will be no...

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Dawn flings a face
All darkness flees;
Birth of new day

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That Old Man once thought:
"Poetry is not viable..."
Who can eat poems

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In our twilight years
Even time is suspended;
Marionettes...

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