Long Marionettes Poems

Words of a mother melting your spirit despite it being cold. Her loving you no matter what chasing that heart of gold. 
         "You don't need to...

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What about your children and future generations? Do you not care or are you simply blinded by your own lust for powerful influences? Have you ever considered that you are nothing but Marionettes on several...

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It's a circus says the hypnotist
telling you subconsciously
how to feel amongst lions and tigers and bears
when you go to the zoo
not knowing its part of gods plan
and that we are all in essence animals and...

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Disclaimer: My account got deleted a few months back so I am reuploading my poem "Command"


Oh honey, you ‘ain't doing it right
We all learn where our place is at home
I guess its my fault for...

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Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper

Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled...

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The magic of the puppeteer’s hands, brings life through the strings
The mass of wooden limbs on the floor, unrecognisable as things
They all applauded as they watched the master puppeteer at work
He made his puppets dance,...

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Embrace by letting go, remember while forgetting
turn fire to ice, pay the price for something free
and just let me be in my little world of insanity:
where gravity collides with space, fish swim in it
where time...

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pioneer esprit de corps front tier brisk.
*     *     *     *     *     *   ...

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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 stroll
then in sensuous sway, sashaying
like an exotic dancer. The musician

plucks...

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In a world of broken mirrors and half-forgotten dreams,
The elites weave webs of augmented unrealities, keeping souls captive.
In the vast labyrinth of the internet, fragments of truth mix
With delicate lies, like butterflies trapped in the...

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                   We sail on the waves of celestial artistry,
        ...

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I watched the magic as the puppets dance
Their fingers moved, I was in a trance
The puppets danced on little strings of wire
From lifeless forms upon the floor
To dancing puppets we adore
The magic as his fingers...

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I was once crushed with plastic kindness on the brink of murder,
I knew it all along and watched you play the game real confidently
I saw the damage you thought you were doing to me,
As I...

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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 more.
No need naming names
Or pointing fingers at them
You and I...

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Sun-kissed sand seeping warm softness through loose fingers
Gritty bits of sea worn shells clinging to sweaty palms
Endless stretches of churning salty skirts, swirling soft sand offerings
Timeless routine unless confined to an hour glass; then time...

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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 but green 

Ready to give resplendent resonance through beasts of...

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Sleepy thoughts loiter,
Dreamy images disappear...
Sun stabs sudden focus.


Subconscious thoughts come
Abrupt as light streams,
No time to think.


Senses aware one by one:
Like octopus tentacles
Twisting and curling to touch.


Edgy promontory here:
Eyes scan the cityscape fringes,
Twenty-storey window view


Far below...

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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 you'll cease to be."
The mirror's cold reflection, 
a Gorgon's ghastly...

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Hope was Burrow's substance, where he poured his time, 
Pedalling steadily.
Intended path made smooth for those in legacy line.
Sliced through wiry roots, 
Watchguard Wombat dug safety spaces.

Safety albeit empty, 
claw shortening scooping to prop up...

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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 my hungry hands hunger to express,
as autumn brings back haunting...

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"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
                           ...

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I'm trying a brand new recipe



that is claimed to be delishful.



Fresh beans with hue of grue



with butter pat and bacon fat melded.



I served it to my family



 and waited for the praises



My tween son smarked,



"This...

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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 a living figure
Sensuous and statuesque
Yet in in its way 
Both...

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I'm looking for a female with a personality other than herself
Someone different from me. Tranquilized, homogenized and light
Traumatized by clowns and cotton candy
This individual should...

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Dear God I been struggling all my life
for the sins I committed I paid the price
learned to live with regrets and sacrifice 
da da da da da da da da da da da




I contain unspeakable...

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