Best Puppeteers Poems

Wars and crimes,
Hunger and thirst,
Sad for the world,
My heart bursts.

Holding onto hope by my fingertips,
Drinking polluted water by sips.

Blood of the wounded,
Blood of the dead,
Blood...

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Puppeteers

In cavalcades of bulletproof cocoons
all aspects of our lives they can control
they own all that you have except your soul
the sharply suited pipers call the...

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The adoring crowd here at Red Rocks amphitheatre awaits. Tonight, like every night, I will go out there and give them my best. They will...

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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes...

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(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).


Left behind her beamish days...

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Once, kids’ eyes lit up while outdoors creating manual, playful scenes
Stories performed by Puppeteers were great fun for young and old
Today, they all seem mesmerized;...

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forgiveness,  may, me, spoken word, word play, writing, game

OH FOLDERAL AND FIDDLE-DE-DEEDS! © 

Polite use in ‘words’ does astonish----
Creating a good reference when stated…..
But...

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This “huge” pandemic I do not believe.
It’s propaganda that is constantly
broadcasted. It’s so easy to deceive
the masses by the power of TV.
Yes, Covid’s real, and...

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Toothless Dragons


And so the toothless dragons roar
tepid flames of apathy staining the air
regurgitated realities revisited
picked at in search of sustenance.

Circling, they do the hating dance
feet...

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The struggle is not between 
East and west or
Worst and best, but lies 
On a far more slippery slope
Connecting the cold dark, canopy of night...

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The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls

The...

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There’s a little café on the beach,
With a vista of the Andaman Sea,
Where no rowdy children screech,
Nor hordes of adults disturb thee.

Plastic tables and wobbly...

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They start out in youth as marionettes,
often as their own puppeteers,
clasping unseen crossed sticks
with unseen wires attached,
sometimes getting twisted in their own strands.

Once people get...

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“The Splice of Life”



When colour 
was to be 
washed out
of the world 

the evil ones 
didn’t care

the Actor led 
with his 
Dementors 
either side of...

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Dear Lord,

have mercy on our souls
sins of inhumanity are rampant

ISIS beheads not only Americans
but their own citizens as well

our leader plays golf
instead of taking action

reports...

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