Best Marionettes Poems
marionettes, strung
to the fingers of moonlight--
our dancing shadows
A drop of tear like dew drop did fall,
with pain in the heart like a sinking star.
Like eyeless moths on the dark horizon,
the looming image of sorrow drifts.
The bridges move as I in stillness stand;
time flies by and so doth the distance.
Scramming like a ruthless vagabond,
bonds of restraint seem to have no bounds.
The world rests well and so must I
knowing that tides roll past as destiny moves by.
Birth, life or death, we are just puppets on loose strings;
held by a power above.
Till fate moves on, let us dance our dance,
like the last standing dew drops on the blade of grass.
Your compassionate empathy, envelopes all of me
Eyes dark like the night, yet only one star do I see
My eyes are raining from your souls sensuality
I want you to know you own my sentimentality
The waters mixing between us are purifying perpetually
Honoring who you are is not founded in any complexity
Cut the strings, in sharing presence we are not marionettes
Enjoy us, for us, in moments seldomly shared by puppets
A tiny stage built by you and I to act out our plays
All memories created to recall on life's gloomy days
Never a daunting obsessiveness of you on my mind
Just simply thinking of you always as my kind of "kind"
You motormouths, that pull the strings of life,
Marionettes of Pied that seek confusion.
Your piper teeth are chattering with strife,
Like a Jedi, with wave of hand delusion
“Come one! Come all!” the ringleader twists knife.
The press buries the truth, besets illusion.
The circus clown smiles whilst Hans-ing fairy whales,
Marionettes of Pied with Moby-Dick-sized tales.
3/27/2023
Just having fun creating an Ottava Rima
*Hans as in Hans Christian Anderson
layers of a personality
apple cheeked marionettes
acting evil and good
soothing smooth smiles
and blood curdling stares
sometimes the arms drop off
with clattering noise
clothing will tear
or succumb to linen rot
but heroes and villains shine only at night
so ordinary in the light
Never forget, your a marionette.
Just a marionette on a string.
Don't dream to try,
To flee or to fly,
For marionettes can't take wing.
The hand that controls you is good it it's play,
For restrained by it's strings you cannot disobey,
So you jump and you dance and run circles for it,
Only able to act as the hand will permit,
Your subservient self, can't do anything else.
Subjugating your life till there's no freedom left,
This hand with it's strings is oppressive at best.
From it's implacable rule you will never find rest.
It conducts you as if you're a string symphony,
In it's delimiting chains you can never be free.
It spins you, and throws you, and makes you recite,
The same verses all day, and then through the night.
What you must say, you must already know.
But on the off chance you don't, here's how it goes:
Never forget, you're a marionette.
Just a marionette on a string.
Demons have fallen, Angels have cried
the Earth is spinning, death is alive
Blood drips always and makes flowers bend
They lose their petals, to the ground they descend
Hope is cherished by the poor and down trodden
Bones we dig up from ancestors we've forgotten
Life seems a passing world to remember
Until it's gone to leave a memory's ember
The mind creates illusions that never remain
We all play the joker on the stage of disdain
We yearn for beauty in spaces we fill
Yet pile our garbage among the daffodils
The water we drink a chemical dump
We stuff our mouths so every body's plump
We seek amusement and its driving force
To be entertained, bet some money of course
Life moves rather quickly, lest we forget
We're nothing more than rooms filled with marionettes
2/11/17
contest Theatre of the Absurd
Here, have a spectacle.
As suspected it's devoured in manner so predictable.
Still hand reared, full force fed all poison is delectable
Consumed, perpetual puppet shows punch drunk and dependable.
As long as you are at the other's throats you're indefensible.
We thank you all for losing, such an effort is commendable.
Oops, another table scrap.
Shackled to the catalyst you don't shy from the strap.
Push or pull it matters not, either ways a trap.
Keep those hands around those necks, wilfully you snap.
Very good, aren't you clever climb onto my lap.
You look tired but you're not awake so haven't earned a nap.