Best Puppetry Poems
~Marionette Master~
All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on
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The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets on my walls
The talent on my walls dance, scaring my sweet dreams away
No cradle-songs tonight
Dangling artisans’ fingertips scratching down my core
Exquisite observation, an alley down “Death Street.”
Panic rattles my bone,
Stuttering a taste of ma' ma' ma' mama' off my lips
Grandfather clock ticks with every pull of the string
Invisible jellyfish puppets swaying their feelers that sting my site
A superior skill eating away at my fear
I can’t breathe,
I can’t move,
It dangles!
What can I do?
Carved Marionette figures locked in my head
A game in which trickery and deception are the main events
Staged with an evil sinister mask, sanctioning my nightmares.
No one to rescue me from the danger of this bedside playground.
The puppeteer engages to provoke me with my own dolls.
A dramatic performance throttles my mind …….
I cannot come out from under my blanket,
I cannot run,
My hands cannot reach the circus print lampshades!
A shadow show played in slow motion!!!
Realizing the moon can pull a world of strings with its own light
***
Suddenly, boney fingers from the sunrise show me the way…
I look down until my toes touch the cold wooden floor
I creep and creep,
Then I flick on my lamp.
The purple walls swallowed the orgy drawing inspired by the mooned night
A huge diversity of graphic illusions of puppetry in my room vanishes in one click
Mother please no more Pinocchio in my lullabies! ;-)
I am moving in and out of these animated lies,
Silver linings now sagging shadows
Burning desires now dimming coals
How did I ever become so fixated
On such unreliable light?
It is the demon of doubt that reigns tonight
It’s got all the strings to the puppetry
Raising its arms to smite all joy
Condemning our souls to dull life’s shine
Where are you now,
My swelling source of hope?
Why do your eyes wander
Where danger canters?
Trotting on soils dried by the sun
My reason for living
Now my reason for moaning
Its dragging me by the hair now
Telling me to take refuge on its stage
So it can play us over and over
Succumbing to its pathetic goals
To its putrefying plans
All I ever wanted was a place I can feel
A place I can feel
At home
I don’t know how that feels
As I seek all these thrills
I still don’t know how that feels
Silently waiting amidst the full moon's sink'd smile,
Farfetch’d upon the grazing winds of steeping mountains,
Seemingly dead eyes, tear’d and wash’d and wash’d,
Flow of glaciers and broken crevasse - a sacred fig, lost?
No. yellow clouds; damn’d of darkness and stemm’d from beyond,
Of ye ol’ doubts and fears - so they say.
L’air is picking up - sails liberated from infinite prisons,
Ships began their ascension, ascension to the fault, to the abyss,
Stocks made up, rum thrown over,over,over.
Sheaths made dull, wanting for shine…
Damn’d after damnation,
Waves still as they are, tides unpleasant as always.
To change; changing; changed.
Deafening, defiling, defining silence.
Light of sight simply without its might.
Files of ‘smiles’ just piles.
Ships set sail…
The precious cargo along with them,
Skimm’d across the silver fishes,
Port’s empty now. Quiet. Desolate. Barren.
Left stranded have we been,
However with riches of the Brunei King,
Yet - oil need not be of laughter,
Gold need not be embracement if neither warmth,
Lost? My boy? Follow the Southern Wind.
Puppetry at hand. obedient.
Don’t linger too long here mon ami.
Ils sont déjà partis…the ships have set their bearings.
Alors, look cross past the laden horizon,
A new sun - new day - new life,
Prospectors alike seen this,
A half-turn, and panoramic views,
I’ve left of my memories and thoughts - no more, no less.
And look, a new sun, a new day, a new life.
“ You know; you look like someone else ”
Was the first thing she said
I never did ask, just who, I reminded her of
Say romance fornicated in the guttering of a candle
And its flame lay in all the rivulets of melted wax
We were the twin coupling of paper straws
As we sipped the sweet nectar
And our tongues lay heavy laden with its sugar
So we basked in the reflection
Of each others mirror
It still troubles me
How in one another’s puppetry
We were just so much the condensation of syrup
Clinging cold to the cardboard cup
And even though our fingers
Could have shamed the bonfires we built
We were nothing more than a mirage
On the horizons of love
Promise me your soul in forever wants
Between the sheets of passion and someone else
All wept in falsehoods with the petals of lilies
And heavy laden tongue now lay split in iron railings
“ You know, you remind me of someone ”
It troubles me still
How we sank with such poetic and tragic quills
Deep to the depths of our own dark inkwells
Never having breached onto a naked shore
Never having ever really, truly, held each other
We were a spasm, a searching for
Alluding to a succinct intonation of meaning
Written playful, colourful on headlines and posters
Fast food prerequisites
To fill the emptiness
Momentarily in some desperation of sincerity
We shared each other’s
Slush Puppy
In this now troubled world, man’s hope falls,
as dire need for peace remains unsettled
even besieged: and awakening voices roar,
to soothe nights of delirium, of alarm…
While I , a mere mortal among all races
flame my hands, writing about indigent children,
terrorism, heinous crimes which scar beings---
beyond these, my heart weeps when egregious
plunder of nature inflicts the environ!
Though nations mediate, the obtuse reasoning
of leaders consecrate their holy gifts as ego
those masks guileful as puppetry to obscure avarice…
For the deepening of collective oneness resides
in a delicate yet brave spirit, perhaps unseen--
faith’s light enkindling this hunger for unity
maybe, laying global discord to rest.
8/30/2019
For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge 9 Contest
12/20/21
Ten hut!
Can't let up
Even though, it can get messed up
Really F'd up
Do not get fed up
Keep your head up
Stay sharp, don't get set up
Careful where a disagreement ends up
Heads up!
Many fast to wet up
From the legs up
To the neck up
Bleeding out a color similar to Ketchup
The proof was there or quickly got swept up
Prices continually went up
Falling behind, because you never kept up
Get your bread up
Often in life you'll have to step up
Sped up
Engines revved up
Couldn't let it go, so they dredge up
Old news they spoke and penned up
But I did my homework and read up
So you're about to get shred up
You'll never surface, even after a check up
Kept mine, others went against their own word
Too late to sojourn
At the point of no return
Due to a slow burn
Often went through the wringer
You'd think I've been on Jerry Springer
She wants the whole world and a gem on her finger
Meanwhile around the corner death always lingers
Hit them with another zinger
Hook, line and sinker
As I continue to tinker
Ya'll can be some stinkers
I always put on a blinker
Soon to give up being a daily drinker
Becoming a complex thinker
Avoiding any gold diggers
Feeling vigor
It's time I'm onto something bigger
Don't need to reconsider
Even though many are quick to pull the trigger
People continuing to bicker
Remaining bitter
Known as a fibber
Caught up on twitter
It's been pleasant or gotten sicker
Going well or down the s***ter
Staying clean or full of litter
A whole nation hooked
Easily getting cooked
And forsook
They never caught on or looked
Strength, dedication and heart is what it took
Couldn't find it all from a book
Had to put each foot
Through miles of soot
By the end they were shook
Or tried to portray me as a crook
Not a big fan of dungarees
Getting tired of all this gluttony
Too much redundancy
And puppetry
Still living sucker-free
Yet another attempted to humble me
So I got the upper hand suddenly
Their soul the devil took custody
I continued on triumphantly
Cautious of who's around as company
She's just a tease
And he's such a sleaze
Try to touch my cheese
Then the trigger of a gun I squeeze
Doesn't matter if you run or freeze
5/17/22
Always they scheme
And obsess over memes
Opportunity is there and then it melts like ice cream
I haven't been getting closer to my dreams
Crossed many streams
Climbed a mountain top so I could scream
As well as let off steam
Then I went to the extreme
In order to overthrow those that claim to be
The ones that reign supreme
These days it's all the same to me
Obsessed with those on a throne
Time has shown
People often drone
Being the first to throw a stone
Yet only made of flesh, blood and bone
Let it be known
Worldwide, not just in a peculiar zone
It's the lamest
They remain fixed
Still on the same
F*** all y'all racists and rapists
Soon an acid rain hits
Never will be able to tame this
You do or don't get the main gist
Highly dangerous
One of the strangest
A life rife with torment and anguish
Find out if it's true
Finish you
While barehanded or with chemical agents
So that you vanquish
It's honestly
Just another cacophony
Stepping cautiously
Something is off to me
Often the subject is touchy
Why must we
Constantly dispute across the country
I got my hands bloody
Dug deep getting muddy
Lost several buddies
Continued to study
Very far from happy-go-lucky
Always in my own world, like it's just me
Sometimes it turned funky
Then nutty
And ugly
Once in a while I ate Barramundi
Nearly every day I traveled a road that was bumpy
Remained in a coventry
With animals as my only company
Including bumblebees
Suddenly
It all changed by those partaking in gluttony
Caught up on always pulling strings and puppetry
A cycle of redundancy
Pull the strings it moves in harmony-one good show, bad reality.
>> 12/19/2018
Here I am: a product of coffee shop
bricks and apparition footsteps-freakishly
paradoxical, hungrily swallowing placebos
disguised as Penicillin.
I harbor words deep into my hingeless ribcage
keep their tangled veins behind my
lovestained, hatchet hacked Heart;
They cannot be silenced.
Who needs to know them anyways?
They are brittle cattle skulls left in
desert sun, elderly faces stare
back at me, cradled in my eye sockets where
they should not belong.
Puppetry: I am a marionette on semicolon strings
curled around their blithe and bony fingers
which stroke the dimensions of my brain with pseudo-malice,
fingernails dug into white matter,
the right hemisphere's wounded meat. A ghost of past;
inkstains still dripping like oil off
severed whale bones hung to dry.
My sickly verses maintain their steady cancer.
Seeds I've consumed in hopes of daisies
made me a deafmute Persephone, whom
devours youth like Heroin. Unashamed.
"To A Closed Mind"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
THE PUPPET GAME I PLAY
When you are imbued with the uncanny ability
Wherein you can see beyond the shout of hosanna
To the dormant volcano
Of agitation, smouldering "crucify him"
Yet lurking within the inner recess of the well-wishers,
A great gift you already have.
When you can see through the veil of "there is no problem" Mouthed to you from them in your inner circles,
To behold the unspoken maledictions against you,
Seethingly seated in their outwardly bedecked sepulchre
Called the hearts,
A great gift you already have.
When you are so gifted,
All with these knowledge of the desperate animal called man,
And you were me,
A puppeteer you'd better become
To play the puppetry.
The Puppetry of the very ones
Whose shout of hosanna is but a re-echoing sound of their malediction;
Whose mouthing of "no problem" is but a heap of evil desires Deceptively interred in the sepulchre of their hearts.
Against such, offer no sacrifice of sincerity,
For a pearl counts but no sacrifice to a swine
But play the puppet of them
And bother not whereth comes the resource,
For their evil but hidden desires have already hoisted them
On a petard for the Puppetmaster's show.
When you are Free
Do you know yourself
Can you see inside the painted walls
Quick constructed plasterboards
The disguises you find
In a puppetry of events
Later on
When you are being
Without thought
And it will be in that easy company
When an unshackled second
Slips through you
With margarita salt
Your laughter will sound like yours
And catching you ginning
Find you then looking in; into yourself
This heart that I have seen
Did you know back then
With all the slight of hand
How you ever evaded the question in your eyes
What manner of you was so despised
When it accepted this bouquet of lies
Handed to you with all its petty flowery
Did you know yourself then
Do you know yourself now
Now that the fettered yoke has been lifted
Now that the twinkle of yourself
Has surpassed
You forget yourself
And in lilac ribbons of maidens vestal
Presumed more than the innocence
You where
You knew yourself then
In that calligraphy of wine and sangria
Unguarded
When you wrapped the fullness of your rapture
And twirled on daisy heads
Old time clocks blown by the breath
Of your freedom
Will I know you then
Will I have the courage
Should I then embrace this wild dominion
Each bedtime makes me a night-clown,
Minty paste seltzers every tooth.
Puppetry for sleep at sundown,
Ends in a circus, dreams of youth.
Tamed at knee in dress of cotton,
Each bedtime makes me a night-clown.
Farce forgives day-gains ill-gotten,
Hangs on bedpost the big-top crown.
Smile bones polished, no longer brown,
Gaslights flicker, still, no romance.
Each bedtime makes me a night-clown,
Illusionist trick, sleepy trance.
Ticket prices have now been paid,
The audience has been sat down.
Soft as applause, my head is laid.
Each bedtime makes me a night-clown.
There are men that say united as we stand
But I fail to see a united land
They should have said dead on your feet
So as my knees give out
My mind races about
And my hand strains to be compliant with my defiant thoughts
Back in school we’re taught happiness can only manage to be bought
Then I fought these teachings and saw how they could be leaching
Twelve years and tomorrow is another routine
I can’t grasp what their teachings mean but I’m leaning towards puppetry
As of recent I find hints to what they may have meant
Lent up for interpretation but a life of lament seems to be the landing strip of the
final descent
So I locked myself up in my room
I said if this is how it’s going to be you can count me out
Because I won’t be part of this doom
Now a days I don’t find a difference between midnight and noon
The clock strikes 12 at both
No longer do I condemn tears I condone them I think they promote growth
So as the days go on I pass the time by watching through my window
At the children playing peacefully down below on the street
Oh, how lucky they are with their lives so nice and neat
They think they’re invincible
They have yet to taste defeat
And I admire their innocence they have yet to be groomed
Each day I watch for a while sometimes they make me smile
And even conjure up a laugh
From the safety of my bed I see thestreet lights flicker
And hear little Johnny bicker with mommy until finally “ten more minutes” she said
Timid and kind,
They grow surreal.
The Connections which shall,
Bring some love unto this world.
But, forever crying about its fate.
Away from mundanity,
Guiding me, sensitively into reality.
Feeling, perceiving, and living in these
cruel instances of reality.
The hate, the puppetry of our lives,
frozen as a disgusting image in their eyes.
Their need for change,
Shall turn this world astray,
When two ethereal minds meet,
They will die but change the world at last.
Fulfilling their purpose and desires,
to create their perfect reality.
Ideas of justice and empathy running deep,
in their blood, I shall do my part.
To get these minds to meet and,
Change the world...One day,
For I am an ethereal being too.
---Udit
My children
how the world changes
and all that we once dreamed of
becomes a conciliatory compromise
I and you
in time we find
to walk amongst their ruins
in sad memories of those things to which
we were inspired
I had hoped for better
for myself
and grander opportunities for you
in loving you
that wish
now turns its tether
and ask me “ what was it you didn’t do ”
did I not struggle to lay claim
and in aspiration seek another world
The world changes, yet it changes not
and such slow deliverance relinquishes naught
but reveals a lifetime of puppetry
so I close my eyes
and live only for today
seek another way, my children
find that on which you can grasp
divest of all illusion
and shrug off the burdens of a readily-boxed life
For I feel in the bones of my soul
the storm approaching
amidst the tumult and the couldn’t care
the gatherings of dissension
smolders upon the air
and mayhap drag us all willing or unwilling
to some other unknown conclusion
be prepared my children
for life will not abide
where life can no longer function
Build all in love
seek out your sisters and brotherhood
wear some united banner
and proclaim such willful endeavors
to be your own
lend a hand to the dreaming’s of someone
of someone you have never known
for we cannot stave off this inhumanity
lest in heart to heart
we stand in unity
and face the hurricane to come
How the world changes
and in divisive block
would fetter our generations to a noose
and should you be called to arms
still stand firm
and never raise your hands in hate
never bow or scrape
and cling to your soul
for in your love and in your freedom
lays the worlds redemption
A storm is coming my children
it smolders upon the imprisoned air
and life will not abide
where life can no longer function