Best Puppet Poems

I’m Not Your Puppet

Don’t you ever forget
that I’m not your puppet! 
I’m not a toy on a string that you can manipulate,
so you can walk right back through that gate.
You thought you could simply bark out commands,
and I would just yield to your demands.
But I’m...

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Slowly the curtains parted a head peeps out
Dressed as a small child so lifelike

Can see the strings working the arms
In a disjointed fashion
But the eyes.....
the eyes looked dead

The puppet danced. 
Drummed...played keyboard
So lifelike it was scary

The show had been running about half hour
When the strings...

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Once upon a time there was a puppet master.
Who was very lonely and wanted something to love.
So he decided to make the heavens and the earth.
Earth was empty and dark.
Then he made the light into a big ball called day.
The darkness called night.
Later he put...

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This cup is for you
for bluffing yourself 
and for thinking you know me,
here’s to you for pretending to care 
and make me believe that you do,
here’s to you for 
being the puppet-master
in the puppet show,
which is my life
I would like the strings back
before they are...

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Puppet on your strings

You own me...
own my body and soul.
You play me...
you've taken complete control.

You can do anything 
that you want ...with me
You play me... (I'm like)
a puppet on your strings

Watch me now!
You can make me, do anything
I'm willing...
'Cause I'm your puppet ...yeah
I'm a puppet...

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)))o(((
                                      Gootle joins a puppet-show
   ...

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Come watch the puppets dance 

Like there's ants in their pants 

They go where the wind blows 

In the show of all shows

Each one dances and sings

Cuz they can't see the strings

Onward mile after mile

While the puppeteers smile...

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PUPPET STRINGS 
In a constant lack of motion 
through the window of your mind, 
all you seek is your seclusion 
and a friend you never find; 
you have looked in through the window 
to someone you never see, 
never reaching for a reason,
never thinking I'm...

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See the sparkle in children’s bright eyes,
how they glow with a smile on their face.
When a puppet begins to dance free,
with a master who moves him with grace.

Hear the laughter kids shout loud with glee,
when a hand puppet tickles their neck.
Daddy’s game they adore every...

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hand on back
drilled smile
he milks me
from behind

vote Monty
mochadoodle 
moo


9/20/12
Black Eyed Susan
for nette's "septolet the puppet" contest

fabric: drill – double meaning of practice and durable twill cotton (also, cottonmouth refers to a dangerous snake as well as "an uncomfortable condition that feels as if your mouth...

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satin sheets slide off 
the desk notes fall
softly like petals 
as the Maestro
humms along 
the symphony 
directing 
each movement
Summer shimmers
Luna glistens
through shiny panes
the puppet master 
raises the silence
hands charter the poignant
sensually inked in mind 
the words flutter in the throat
rising like nightingale wings
singing to the...

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Pull
the strings.
Control me
puppet master.
Lead....

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BASH my skull in why don't you
since you've bashed my heart in
you've torn my soul from my body
you spread it thin

the shear taste of your humiliation
leaves a sour taste in my mouth
as you twisted my heart
as ruined my mind

BASH my head in why don't you
BEND...

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Expression of ideas with a sock
The puppet master shows part of his skill
We listen, he makes the characters talk

Imagination the key to the lock
We're somewhat surprised he gives us a thrill
Expression of ideas with a sock

They say you have to crawl before you walk
I guess...

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This cup is for you
for bluffing yourself 
and for thinking you know me,
here’s to you for pretending to care 
and make me believe that you do,
here’s to you for 
being the puppet-master
in the puppet show,
which is my life
I would like the strings back
before they are...

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