Long Puppet Poems
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wonderful fimagery
a fibulation of truth
a frenetic shark-tooth
puncturing the carotid
artery, artistically
fandom of fibs
will coddle your desperation,
lean into your fabulous
collection of fables, fry
the fish according to recipe
mendacious media robots
move their mechanical jaws
plainly stating the news -
the words they choose
according to choice list
listless and yawning
it’s never dawning on them
that the puppet master
controls the strings
of jaws, eyelids and
applause
plausible lies
they’re after
laughter in the rafters
hell’s forever after
8/15/2022
Exodus 20:16, 23:1; Matthew 15:19; Revelation 21:8
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 the tiny people,
Busy with busyness,
Little rushing marionettes.
If they could see this puppet
Rising with drowsy countenance,
A curly smile will attend amusement.
Anyhow my simple heart
Prays a blessing for each stranger
Plunging into life's misdemeanours.
Awake and aware once again,
This new day beckons impatiently,
Sunbeams pave the way.
With humble thanksgiving,
Look forward to a blur quest,
Explore forthcoming murmurings.
Mind comes to know a field
Beyond the tragic wrong
And the dramatic right.
A certain field where play presides,
Where all can meet fond ecstasy
With rapture and delight.
Here fear and guilt and regret
Are purged from conscious thought,
Here feelings find sure innocence.
Once more, a wholeness comes
To bind each part as one:
Thus, each soul feels unique yet reconciled.
Yes, discovery greets mystery,
If you learn to discern
The perfect symmetry of life.
Even the inanimate life
In rocks and stones and hills
Salute the sacred gospel divine.
Look beyond the chaos
To sure goodness of wise nature,
See the face of God who lives and loves.
There is a certain harmony
Beyond science and religion:
The cosmos live in grace and beauty.
Leon Enriquez
15 September 2014
Singapore
Aging puppet
When I opened my eyes, I recall the weirdest dream
I was an aging puppet time breaking my strings
Years ago, I enjoyed a younger life
Now my strings are being cut by an age-old knife
Being young and healthy is our biggest prize
Five years ten years disappear in front of your eyes
Celebrate your youth in a healthy way
Your aging strings will wear thin someday
One string, two strings break, you lose your walk
More lines break you can barely talk
Five strings, six strings, your flat on the ground
Without the strings of speech, you utter no sound
Rows are wearing thin that made you strong
Before too much longer, your strings will be gone
The life we live will someday end
Strong strings through time will eventually thin
Some sell their souls for a new spool of strings
But it doesn't change what old age brings
The stringless puppet vanishes without making a sound
Strings break, he falls hard to the ground
He lays helpless, no movement at all
He's finally taking his life-ending fall.
Lpickard
Copyright © William Pickard
Endless curse, my love for you
A dirty life, my ritual of solitude
Quiet days and empty nights
Foggy mornings and everything that comes with lack of sleep
And silence abound
My lover, the ground
Shaking off the morning shakes
Pop a pill and try to catch a bus
Withdraw in my homey shell
A hermit crab moving at the speed of life
Swept up in tides
A bone-crushing ride
Another day, another death
Facing how my apathy is breaking down my base
I can't stand up, I can't fight back
It's easier to just let the stars around just pass me by
It's just how it goes
And thus, silence drones
A profession based on shaking hands
A difficult life for a boxer with no arms
A ticket bought with a golden voice
Anxiety to ride grows now that my cords have been cut
A loss of one's self
Stuck on the shelf
Sleep in, miss another day
Mother's growing worried and my voice mail's getting full
Lose another twenty pounds
A diet is much easier when you can't afford to shop
Bathing in light
Computer's blight
Crank out another project
Make the day's wages so I can keep the water on
Apologize for the delays
See the saccharine words flow by that don't wipe up the ink
A blot on a page
Became the whole stage
Making love to rum and coke
But it doesn't make it easier to make it through the night
Chafes and burns and vomit stains
Rise to the occasion and move to keep myself alright
Puppet on strings
The crown of the king
Shout out into the black night
Until the sirens flash and send me running back alone
Slam out further angry words
The music of this keyboard is all that keeps it from collapse
A desperate cry
The knave shall comply.
In the vastness of the Heavens/
Where shadows twist and sway/
God sits upon His throne/
Craving praise everyday/
A delusional narcissist/
In robes of iron clad might/
Condemns the soul's below/
To eternal, fiery night/
He whispers of love/
Yet rules with an iron fist/
Demanding blind devotion/
A sadistic, twisted tryst/
Freedom of choice/
A mirage in His cruel game/
For seeking higher power/
We are shackled in His name/
How can love and tyranny/
Dwell in one divine embrace/
A God who craves glory/
Yet condemns the human race/
Tripping on insanity/
In His quest for adoration/
He damns those who refuse/
To eternal condemnation/
In fires below/
Where His wrath does reside/
Lies the truth of His nature/
The Devil in disguise/
A sadistic puppet master/
With traits so dark and grim/
God be tripping on insanity/
And we're all bound to him/
Trip, trip, trip, tripping on insanity/
Things are getting a little shaky the way
they’re opening the border walls.
And “The Covid” got us all twitching;
sneaking around doors and halls.
Trials and troubles all across creation
egged on by crazy schemes,
regular folks don’t know which way to turn;
right or wrong, don’t mean a thing.
Why invade America? No reason, I can tell,
let them in on bus and rail.
Don’t test them for Covib or any other disease,
let them all in, their drugs, terrorists and thieves.
It’s a bloodless plan to take down America, all in perfect time
The so called educated,
lending voice to the grand design.
They have a higher slopping spot on the fatted hog.
America, slipping on a trail of stench, to her final fall.
it's better to go after the children,
in the name of keeping them safe
Dividing the races farther apart will weaken her
more, just in case.
Bring in President to be a puppet
and let the news work it well.
A Vice President giggling out of a comic book
in rendition of Tinker Bell.
Order a mask to cover the face, any old sack will do
Train them to be sleeping dogs,
and Covid push it through .
Work on the voting laws,
It's only right, all should vote.
Pull it out of the open air,
it's better than we could ever hope.
By all means, go after the church,
let the rapture take them home.
Anyway, God's out of style, a little blink
and they will all be gone.
America will stand with the others,
diversity on a shining hill, the world tied together
one leader, one church, one seal. 666
I sit on the fence
Would like to be eccentric
But don’t quite pull it off
I still cater to way too many people
Yet I’ll never become their puppet
So beware to those who
Try to pull their stunts
I don’t handle well
Being manipulated
Though I’ll applaud it
If well done
I no longer have it in me to be
That lovely little cheerful girl
The naïve type I used to be
Especially when dealing
With people who’ve been known
To try to take advantage of me
I can move on but can’t forget
I’m OK with being an acquired taste
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 8, 2019 for contest YOU AND YOURS, LET'S GET PERSONAL sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2nd
The powers that be, undefined, ruthless, opaque authority
Shapeless, bodiless, upstanding folk, coercing the majority
Overseeing applications, supplications, ensuring conformity
Specialists in quagmires, minefields, esoteric bureaucracy.
The powers that be, model citizens, high ranking royalty
Peerless above the law, protected from a droned society
Scratching each other’s back, freeloaders, freemasonry
Funny hand shakes, codes, wink wink nudge nudge faculty.
The powers that be, puppet masters, answering to nobody
Church going pagans, planted within god fearing laities
Penchants for young hookers, high class swinging orgies
Masters of the universe, demigods, self serving deities.
The powers that be, off the radar, shirking accountability
Magnates, judges, ministers, businessmen, your attorneys
The A listed, elite, endemic, prevalent, shrouded in mystery
Wrong side of these people, you’ll disappear no conspiracy
The powers that be, yet another victim, where’s Khashoggi,
Are his killers really in prison, more likely given new identity
Some ask too many questions, Maltese journalist Daphne,
Blown up in a car, getting too close, unsettling the fraternity
The powers that be, its not possible I’m losing it completely
Because I believe a certain ilk, walk amongst us with impunity
Live behind walled estates, big donations for political parties
In return, yes sir three bags full sir, here’s to your anonymity.
By
David kavanagh
What is a man's conviction you give
Unto yourself a falsely truth of belief
Or reality to realistic realm of faith
What conviction you hold that guides your conduct
Is it courage you stand ground
Or following a friend of worldly being
A society, fear of criticism judgment
What is it that makes heart but soul
A being with ability to change emotion
To feel right from wrong and loves pain
We say we are but are we not
but a puppet somebody works the string
That our dignity falls to criminal hate
We rob our own, even ourselves are naked
beneath skin of flesh our own guilt
Criticism judgment, living standard way of life
Many hidden behind world scene, bending knees
A prayer for a nation corrupt control
Many cry, God why have you forsaken
Or have we forsake and fallen wave side
That our children run wild on killing spree's
Where love has become a text message
Does falling tree make sound if no
one around to hear
The wood crack, pops and slams ground
But yet you hear not your own speak
You fallen weak, tears cry, feelings get hurt
Let truth be known, conviction of mankind
To each their own judgment be criticize
Criticism Judgment, hatred cause you are different
Or attitude emotion, your friend is your enemy
If You See Something, Say Something.
Do you see what I see?
This War on Terror is a war that will never end.
Do you see what I see?
I see fear propaganda being fed to everyone,
about this faceless enemy we have dubbed "terrorism"
encouraging all of us to seek our government's protection,
even to the extent of sacrificing our freedom.
Do you see what I see?
If You See Something, Say Something.
Do you see what I see?
I see politically bought puppet leaders in all walks of government,
under complete control by a single privately owned banking establishment,
owned and operated by a handful of powerfully rich elite men and women,
whose ultimate goal is world dominion, control of everyone.
Do you see what I see?
If You See Something, Say Something.
Do you see what I see?
I've seen the greatest, tragic hoax ever pulled worldwide on everyone,
the red flag orchestrated attack on 9/11.
The first plane soared directly overhead me,
at a job site I was working in NYC,
so low in altitude, so close but so dead silently,
and that was no United Airlines aircraft that I ever did see.
If You See Something, Say Something.
Do you see what I see?
I see a manipulated war that will go on forever,
the greatest hoax ever pulled, The War on Terror.