Puppets Poems

Puppets on Strings

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

Puppets

Puppets

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

Gus, Trainer, of Puppets Mall Exodus VI

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

Gus, Trainer, of Puppets Mall Exodus V

“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

Gus, Trainer, of Puppets Mall Exodus IV

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,

Gus, Trainer, of Puppets Mall Exodus III

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

Gus, Trainer, of Puppets Mall Exodus II

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

Gus, Trainer, of Puppets Mall Exodus I

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

Thursday Morning

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 

Prologue 7 Gus, Master of Puppets

   
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

Someone

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

Puppet Play

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

Lay By Day Fly By Night

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

Puppets

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

Sock Puppets

"sock puppets"


trying to wiggle
my imaginary toes
there's nothing below

my waist 
everybody 
knows i am 

playing a piano 
song sung
by Tom

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