Let yourself fall out of that trance..
there’s no wrong way to cast magick
Poppet, we can’t lose all we’ve known
for more than a millennium
a ritual will mirror just one thing
the heart and intention of the spell
there’s no reason for a talisman
unless you can understand it’s rhythm
keep your invocation benevolent
lest the threefold rule apply
gold must live in the undertow
Abracadabra, sparkle, and flow
fifty cent words you have to look up
some will see the craziest cat lady
some see a Witch and her tambourine
your vision is your perception
sharp focus drawn out by intention
daily outcome swayed by emotion
let yourself fall out of that trance
Poppet I give to you this offering..
Categories:
poppet, emotions, feelings, magic,
Form: Other
Hedgehog, O hedgehog
dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet.
In England
where the tickly grass grows
greener
we galumph in our rubber boots
up to your little
Hobbit nests
beneath the thorny bushes
were you rests.
We the ever scampy
nippers
fill tin cups with wriggly worms
leave then there
by your dinky
mossy dells.
All the pricky hogs
come from near and nearer,
to snuff and gobble
by the brittle briery
and eat their wormy mush.
Our mucky paws clap
in gay and giggly glee
to see that munchy feast,
their piddly
licky
muzzles
chomping -
quite charming.
Adults say, 'we will catch a flea'
from their pin pointy pelts.
yet we shrug
our never minds, and
our don't cares,
even bring
one tiddly tyke home,
smuggling it up the stairs
to coddle
while we playtime
with some jolly good
fun....
Categories:
poppet, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Inviting you into my heart was both a blessing and a curse did you not think ?
to tell me in less reckless ways you lost yourself in this fragile dance for two
Inside this tango of passion you dipped then dropped, where was the floor ?
that swallowed me like a Spanish dancer with a Rose between her lips
Idealistic player that you are we fitted right, so what sin did I commit?
Truth be told the only one that I could think of was loving you too much
Ignoring all your calls I tried to make a life without you in it but why oh why ?
tackling all my dance moves you got me like a Flemish wounded poppet
Indian giver that you are you loved then passed it on, so why was she ?
tangerine lipped & coiffed congealed to your chest like a Minerva Goddess
Ice cream words melted from the heat, castanets clapped & where were you ?
tendencies often nothing more than Paso Doble moves for you, so you slid
Inside your wealth like a hoof. A Hexabranchus man, did you not miss?
the little doll you toyed with in Valencia while the festival of fire was going on !
August 27 2022
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Categories:
poppet, dance, lost love,
Form: Couplet
Amidst the amazing aroma of the angelic sticks
Cheering along the chants of charismatic priests
Promising on the petals of pearly purity
You said, "I LOVE YOU"
During the dreadful dreams of dying waves
Glancing through the glass of dry gloomy grass
Lifting me up into the light of lively land
You said "I LOVE YOU"
Fondling my feathery feet with your fancy fingers
Twisting your tangy thumb into my twirled curls
Scrawling your signature on my splendid smile
You said "I LOVE YOU"
Searching for the sensibility behind the madness of your words
Enjoying the ecstasy of our bond enriched with folly fights
Roistering the roller coaster ride at the royal stage of your vivacity
I solemnly stoop before your solicitude to say,
I LIVE FOR YOU.
Prick up your ears my darling
Open wide your eyes my poppet
Unlock the hatch of your heart my swain
Look into my eyes,
Slide deep into my nerves,
Feel the warmth of my blood
You will realise that
I AM ALL YOURS.
Categories:
poppet, love,
Form: Rhyme
A poppet swings upon a paradigm of flight.
Cruising at an altitude below the starry night.
Its wings made out of vines.
Its seat reverberates in oak.
A poppet’s pure airborne oxygen of sight.
3/14/2018
Categories:
poppet, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
The endless page is a story of meaning
that she has so excellently sewn
The endless sentence is but a fire
that she has so excellently extinguished
and she mixes quill and ink.
Among the morning dew is when I had to leave
because of her unconscious fallacy
And she may not realize it yet
that it troubled me so
She writes the endless page,
with endless words.
I who lives one-thousand miles away from love
I who has decided to drain himself of rationality
am announced upon a letter from the post master
and I who is shamefully evil
entail the details;
the endless page.
"My Dear love,
to whose actions I cannot express
why am I such a deceit to you?
The deceit to which you left little explanation
the girl to which you killed with burning ambition
Why do you fare with my heart
why must you treat it like a poppet?
"My Dear love,
I'm forever sorry for never detailing
just how much I love you
And the pain to see you everyday
just reminds me of the darkness;
my dear love
I'm in the ground now,
as you read this endless page."
Categories:
poppet, death, goodbye, lost love,
Form: Free verse
I am a would be "poet".
I guess you know what I mean
"poppet".
I got my minds made up to my God
at this "moment".
Evil things, bad things, Jesus make
me "vomit".
On my past life, I know many will
"comment".
But I ain't scared, I am backed by
the heavenly "government".
Making sure, I am shielded from
evil "bombardment".
Don't expect me to sit here, do nothing
like a "monument".
I raise up my hands in prayer, in great
"commitment".
I avail myself, use me, bring thy word
to "fulfillment".
For the lost years, I pledge, I will work
for you till death my "retirement".
The greatest commission being one of
a must do "commandment".
Blood of Jesus, wash my sins as a sign of
"atonement".
Thank you for fishing me out of sin "predicament".
Categories:
poppet, poetry,
Form: ABC
How do I keep writing when my words have no sense, how can I keep going, from happy to tense, how do I keep going wrong, why does my poem turn into song?
Why do I struggle to fall asleep, why do my words hurt so deep, why does night fall upon me, what is there that I can't see?
Why do demons haunt my dreams, why is life ripping at the seams, why does it hurt to breathe so slow, why does it seem I have nowhere to go?
Why is death always on my mind, why is pain never far behind, why do I struggle to smile so kind, why don't I giggle or laugh or unwind?
Why do I ask all these meaningless things, when tomorrow even no answer brings. Goodnight, poppet, and sweet horror dreams, I know you'll hear my anguished screams.
Categories:
poppet, sad love,
Form: Ballade
Tis midnight, no star shining,
My sorrow is nearly burning
All my soul, within me, stirring,
In my heart all hopes are dying.
As I watch you, dead you're lying,
There upon the velvet poppet,
Like a cursed, lethal prophet,
“Oh, my love! “, my poor heart crying.
But the echo still replying,
In this gloomy, hated tower,
In this late nocturnal hour,
Still you’re lying, not replying.
It is now no more worth trying,
Begging, weeping, pleaing, kneeling,
I have lost my happy feelings,
Only lying, not replying.
You look like an angel sleeping,
Filling my black heart with sadness,
Making me a slave of madness,
Angel sleeping, secret keeping.
Now beside you I am lying,
On a velvet, so smooth, poppet,
Smiling at that cursed prophet,
Happy, cheary, almost dying.
Our bodies the spell is binding,
And there is no more life in love.
Categories:
poppet, absence, cry, dark, death,
Form: Ottava rima
The game you think glamorous and wonderful
It is not really, it is dangerous.
Watch these poppets bit carefully
Their dance is quite similar.
Note their reins.
Do you want to know? Why?
Who is behind the scene?
I am afraid,
What will happen to you if you don’t like to be a poppet?
He is clever and you are a consumer for him
And he knows only how to make profit.
Categories:
poppet, corruption, courage, culture, social,
Form: Ballade
Dear parents, don't you agree
that you all quite regularly see
Your tiny pranksters shouting loud -
Higher and shriller than they are allowed?
So here's the solution to end all your worries -
When your naughty little poppet stealthily scurries
To make blood-curdling, spine-tingling, uproarious noises,
Just scare them to silence with their headmasters' voices!
Categories:
poppet, humor,
Form: Rhyme
the dried apple-headed
grandma poppet smells
cinnamony*
appearing toothless
grinning
dressed
in calico*
Contest:SEPTOLET THE PUPPET
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Date:9/22/12
Categories:
poppet, childhood, funny,
Form: Verse
You are so far, yet I can touch your heart
I can see your mind without you talking,
What happened to us? We used to be a brick!
Now we are just apart like a coca-cola glass bottle's,
Sitting side by side facing opposite directions.
I miss those days that we talk & talk about us non-stop,
And its funny how we wouldn't stop,
Your eyes are as clear as crystal,
Your smile is warm & charming,
Your hands are soft yet strong,
We send each other love notes here & there,
Pretend in front of others we are just friends,
I miss those days we had,
What happened to us?
No matter what you will do memories won't fade away,
They are there like a soar of thumb in your face,
No matter how much you wash your face,
Yet the images in your vision play like a poppet show in your mind,
Now my mind is talking on its own,
Thinking about all of our memories good & bad,
Its ahead of my hand writing,
It goes on and on talking...
Categories:
poppet, dedication
Form: I do not know?
I’ve been here waiting for your breath to come.
Still, I would have move and forget the ruin,
By then you’d say I’m just a fool and Idiot to some.
Please, I already beg the Great land of the Bruin,
To receive this transmission from a far,
Neglect not this for it’s my soul you mock.
My poppet I beg and bleed for this to par,
Will you now take my empathy and unlock?
Touch the layer that breaks so you can see,
My depth is that you toyed and ache.
Search my soul for it holds an empty sea.
Lay your hand on me and take.
Whatever you say or do I miss.
The trace of you left behind I tart.
No matter how dark or painful I search in this Abyss,
I will never leave you my poppet for we will never be apart.
Categories:
poppet, inspirational, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme