Puppets Poems - Poems about Puppets

Millions of tiny lights, Sparking intentions. Exposing dimensions, Inside my mind. Leading me to find, It's complex design. Millions of pathways, Patterns and programming, Stay Running alone. Hidden beneath Linear Time, A guideline that wasn't mine. Like a puppet on strings, I keep going for things. Reaching out for something, I know i Don't need. Grabbing for a piece, Holding onto nothing. Running, Toward distractions, My Unconscious reaction. Why does this happen, It's Time to take...

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Puppets All Associates of the National Puppet (walking puppets only) of Wales leak and alloy of mercury with iron down crooked paths. ...

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I do not dream when I sleep, it is the warm embrace of lightheadedness- darkness - and then my eyes crack open. All joints of my body aching, like rusted hinges. I should amend my beginning, it is an exaggeration. I do not dream often, when I sleep. Dreams are watery, when they happen, sliding over...

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Moments later, a furious Michael stormed in, eyes ablaze with determination. But the moment he stepped closer, he was faced with an army of Penneys and Guses—four, five, six reflections dizzying his focus. “What?! Which one is real?!” he bellowed, frustration splattering onto the walls. “Time to play, Michael!” Penney called out cheerfully. “Thanks for coming...

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“Let’s go!” Penney urged, leading the charge through the newfound exit. They raced through a short hallway that led to a room filled with oversized playing cards and whimsical drawings that seemed to come to life. Brightly colored flowers swayed as they passed, drawing laughter through their anxiety and step-farts. “Incredible!” Gus gasped as various cards...

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As they hurried to the door, the sounds of laughter and shouts from outside faded but never completely disappeared. They could still hear the teenagers chanting and the Bunny making sarcastic comments to keep the situation wierd. Their distraction technique was working, but they knew they couldn’t linger. Gus looked at Penney, who farted again,...

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And thus began their heroic journey through the fantastical labyrinth of the escape room, where every twist and turn carried the promise of freedom, laughter, and the unforeseen—the perfect remedy for chaos and an unexpected road trip back to normalcy. After all, in a place where even a bunny could be a hero, and a...

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Their eyes widened, and the group leaned in with curiosity. “What’s in it for us?” one of them asked, lowering his phone and adopting a tone that suggested a wild adventure was imminent, perhaps even Trans storytime or "Elementary School Teachers Gone Wild", in class. Maybe even genital mutilation and Jones Kool Aid + visual...

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In a mall that could only be described as a circus of chaos, Penney and Gus found themselves in an absurd game of cat and mouse. The air buzzed with a mixture of excitement and anxiety—it was just another day at Mallville, where the ordinary became extraordinary, and every moment held the potential to be...

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Thursday morning, moon said goodbye Painting words on hill up high With some puppets on the watch Like putting me down is their catch I don't know how much bigotry Is poured in minds of mediocrity ...

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When Gus returned into the room Penney was beating the crap out of Silky! Apparently he and Vatican 2 podiatrist "Peter" had struck a prostitution deal involving San Francisco. Penney, beach slapping a bloodied Silky, was yelling, I ain't no punk bottom beach. Now, you work for me ! Silky was sniveling...

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Scenes represented by us on a stage, puppets suspended by strings, Someone has the main role...

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Night falls and morning calls Puppets gearing for a play By the sway of their master's fingers For how would you expect a puppet to sleep and think? December 31, 2023, 3:13 AM, PST, SPC...

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Lay by day, fly by night like puppets in an evening play played with strings and whose movements depend on the fingers of their masters Like zombies that do not sleep, waiting for prey, they lurk in the shadows and wear colors, not of their choices as they lack the capacity to use their own brains, or let...

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puppets dancing without a guiding hand Dancing to a silent band Bowing to each other for a moment so brief Lost was my grief So beautiful is belief The little puppet boy and girl Around and around they did twirl Alive to only each others heart Alive only when all others did part Dancing together during the night Such a beautiful sight Each smooth...

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