When they break in.
Weave me back together
Love threaded spindle heart;
Needle tongue
Stringing me up like puppeteers;
Keeping these pieces of my heart together.
Categories:
puppeteers, appreciation, heartbreak, heartbroken, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
How supreme the images portray
Painted in only white canvases on display
No vibrant pigments of differences
Cultures or brush strokes of excellences
How dull the mind of multitudes
Who judge the immigrants of other latitudes
Following paths of leaders lacking adequacy
Yet blindly believing their unproficiency
High disdain for diversity
Deficient dignity while prevailing in emigrant adversity
No remorse or conviction disturbs their prosperity
While bitterness tastes good in conscious vulgarity
Puppeteers dangling strings from their parliament
Taping shut lips of puppets to prevent argument
Shame on the hatred and each thought that is pursued
Justified undoubtedly in the defiled ignorant residue
Too many lost in intolerant, illiberal ways
Separating people and causing chaotic disarray
Never knowing all tongues, tribes, colors and every single nation
Were uniquely created with love for the world as a celebration
Categories:
puppeteers, black african american, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
What if our reasoned language
can’t provide any answers
—what if time isn’t real
What if the thoughts that we have
are embedded distractions
—what if reflection conceals
What if the feelings engendered
are like puppeteers strings
—what if truth doesn’t dance
What if the past and tomorrow
are death to the moment
—what if it’s all just a trance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Categories:
puppeteers, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
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 of the innocent on their heads.
My mother's tears,
My father's fears,
All in the hands of the puppeteers.
So much grief,
So much sorrow,
How can I face another tomorrow?
The seas are sick.
The fish die.
The ice melts.
Smoke fills the sky.
Greed, their god, has no heart,
Leads the puppeteers
In their black art.
They're bankers and kings and billionaires.
They gamble with life
Causing poverty, death, terror and strife.
They call it freedom, courage and bravery
While we live and die
In invisible slavery.
Why do we follow them like sheep?
Why do we believe their flaming lies?
Can't we see through their disguise?
Wake up!
Stop killing each other!
Take off your helmets and walk away.
Save your death for another day.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright Jan. 9, 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
Categories:
puppeteers, political, pollution, war,
Form: Free verse
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 tunes.
Exchanging every privilege and boon,
in freedom's name to dominate, their goal,
unleash fierce ordinance to take it's toll
fruits of their machinations now lie strewn.
Far off, survivors of their bombs and guns
crouch , huddled in a maze of shattered walls,
tarpaulin shades family from the sun,
parents can't quiet hungry baby's call.
A world away, when all is said and done
the price of one gold watch could feed them all.
27th October 2015
Basic Italian ( I think)-
octave, abba abba
sestet- cdcdcd
Categories:
puppeteers, political, war,
Form: Sonnet
Sit and listen
to the screams of a child,
Fear the glowing green
of eyes so wild.
Burning auburn strands
that lick across the sky,
A flowing river red
slipping from her eye.
Rose fetid lips
drawn apart with pain,
Drowned by the thunder
that's singing to the rain.
Her silence is found
with one last painful kiss,
So bitter the poison
thats led her soul amiss.
Mascara mixing ash
drawn upon her face,
Human converted doll
to fill an empty space.
A collection that sits
before I, the puppeteer,
Love is what they sought
but I give only fear.
Categories:
puppeteers, addiction, bereavement, dark, horror,
Form: Rhyme
soon i will be less tired
all toenails are grassy green
both my big toes have yellow puss oozing from them
i have been walking since before dawn
it is now half past midnight, and i am nowhere near home
there was a time when i could listen to her heartbeat and everything was immediately okay
there was a time when i could listen to her talk about her day and forget completely about mine
there was a time when the only time we would argue would be over the silliest of things
all we would have to do is make each other cum and everything would be good and new again
then real life time hit, and all of a sudden this strange witches brew amnesia overtook our bodies
the permanence of it as a whole made us begin to forget the beginning of what we had worked so hard to begin
now we are shooting bullets at the center of the sun
now we are throwing acidic spitballs at the nucleus of the moon
now we are just strangers in passing wishing we could let go of our frustration on certain attractive celebrities
then again, there is no pain or regret....and everything is okay
Categories:
puppeteers, sad love,
Form: Free verse
A force of evil with ruling hand
Holds the world within it's grasp
and command
Watched bythe all seeing eye
Autocratic no compromise
Driven by power and greed
Dictate to the masses
What they must head
Wolfsin sheeps clothing
Tied to the devils heel
Control the governments puppets
Peptuate and turn historys
Revolving wheel.
Peter Dome. copyright.2013.
Categories:
puppeteers, angst, history, political,
Form: Free verse
Awakening lashes
on midnight silk
in burning ashes
the remnants of guilt
My wings tied by
the forces behind
my feet to the fire
a lover in my mind
.
”... Where am I now…”
~I’m awake somehow
.
Breathing in the dark
is a fire side sound
Stirring the sheets
a fingerless touch
Will I fall to pleasure
or soar to the ground
Sensations beyond
what I care to confess
I submit to the heat
of my lovers caress
Eyes closed and
I swallow hard
The press of his body
urge my legs apart…
.
I feel him within
my face to the silk
his journey begins
Ache of the body
fights for the mind
He moves my soul
with a puppeteers wine
Up into and over my spine
burning tongue of a lovers rhyme
”... did you talk to Me, Dragon?...”
he whispers in the Wind
Categories:
puppeteers, fantasyfire, fire,
Form: I do not know?
We hang from the sky
Strings work our fate
We’re in a dancing light
But we forget the day
We’re pulled to the sun
Into the burning heat
We try to hold on
But strings move our feet
What when will come?
When we can’t shield our eyes
We’re too close to the sun
And we’re too far from our night
With burning strings
We fall to the ground
We move our limbs
And when is found
We taste the world
We recall our fate
We’re in a dancing mood
As we head for the day
Categories:
puppeteers, happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Lyric