Short Marionette Poems
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Marco Rubio
would show best perhaps in a Tussaud's studio
stiff waxen smile
the Cuban marionette attempting to beguile.
Strings severed
No more dancing
Can't dance
Useless
Lifeless
With two left feet
Date written and posted: 04/09/2016
Hard by brackish river's edge
danced the tasty minnow
angling past hook, line and sinker
~ agility's marionette, little stinker
Dangling here alone
adorned in my most special
gingham
wishing for the sweet taste of
dancing...take me
please?
Evil-silhouetted images,
Dancing and Prancing in the Darkness...
Please tell me, am I dreaming,
Of these, Marionette Demons???
written: 04-06-1997 OCJ
A marionette of the void
Aware of the needle like strings,
Stranding on the edge of light
Yet covered by the veil of hollowness
A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss
WHEN I'M WITH YOU
I'M IN MY FORMER STATE
OF BEING
THE PAST
IS THICK IN HERE
IT'S HARD TO BREATHE
YOU ARE THE MASTER
PULLING MY STRINGS
TOO MUCH TO SAY
AND NOT ENOUGH WORDS.
1998
Marionette,
wooden smile
desires life,
precious breath,
as father’s
wish floats
to heaven’s ear.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, September 22, 2012
for Nette Onclaud's SEPTOLET THE PUPPET Contest
Wooden arms,
vanilla legs
dance on
Prague’s cobblestones,
painted eyes
haunt
the musical sway.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 23, 2012
For Nette Onclaud’s contest
Septolet the Puppet
Running, now.
Faster than
Before.
Cigarette
in hand I
enter the
Stage.
The priest,
The jock,
The marionette
All welcome me
And my sex.
And as I bow
I did not
Realize their
intentions.
Or that they are my
Inventions.
strung
along by
his delicious
silken kisses
seduced by
his manipulations
I’m his marionette
*In French. marionette = "little Mary"
Written 9/14/12 by Andrea Dietrich
For nette onclaud's SEPTOLET THE PUPPET Poetry Contest
The holly stands, still as a candle;
Lights the winter dark with roses.
A still white cloud hangs over
Its mirror flashes low sun
A cat stands,puzzled paw held up
God’s marionette
A worm surfaces
Do they have eyes?
Blessed be.
...............child's dancer
..................................tripped
.......into an Odilon Redon..........
..................................painting
because she wanted to live......
in someone else's
dream.....
Funny when the marionette turns the table on the puppeteer
Pull the kite down or release the string so the turbulent wind takes it?
When one line is not enough Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date written and posted: 06/02/2018
like a marionette strung up
to a couple of sticks, manipulated
by faceless hands
forced to dance to
a tune not my own
no will to disobey
dance puppet, dance
spin and jump, all the
while the strings twist
no release from
the wires that hold
strong and secure
He was a puppet master
She was a willing marionette
We might get married he lied
She loved the idea
They were together for fifty-two years
He is the love of my life she told everyone
Never married, for he was forever single
His blank promises kept her magic hopes alive
The red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet and jasper,
Lie silently behind plexiglass
While the population
Is petrified.
Yet the red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet-jasper,
Are only strange marionette kings
That the population themselves
Have created.
This morning I looked up at the sky
and it was abruptly rent in twain
So I casually watered my new bonsai
and cast away all my pointless frets
I sat back in my seat and lit a cigarette
I sang a hymn and hummed its refrain
I felt like a dangling marionette
And all at once, life was simplified
Wry puppet princess just cut her strings;
Why comply and then be held captive?
Damselfly on her free wrist whispers
‘Defy and let go of what’s submissive.’
Purge this Little Miss Marionette,
surge solo and secure the spotlight;
Splurge on a diamond encrusted crown,
emerge ready to claim your birthright.
There is no sweeter word said than, “Winner,” spoken.
Who wouldn't want that first place blue ribbon that you've chosen
to taunt and dangle in front of my face, what my heart desires?
Working my winning addiction, like a foolish Marionette on wires.
2/28/2019
Sponsored by: Bobby May
Contest: I am a Winner
A slice of freedom unholy,
cut the strings of the marionette;
Bowing, you knew your master;
Giving into the will of the master
attracted to this dance unholy;
Went on a rampage this marionette;
You released a mad marionette
fed it’s murderous master,
gave it a taste of the unholy;
Cursed unholy marionette master.
I am the marionette
My strings moved by the hand
I cannot walk or stand
Without the aid of it
I am the marionette.
I am the hand
The master puppeteer
The strings that hold you here
Worshiped by all who stand
I am the hand.
I am the end
I will cease all things
Cutting all those strings
I am enemy and friend
I am the end.
Misty moon beams fall,
Plumeria tree silhouette;
Sleepy in this hall,
Body like a marionette.
Play of light and dark,
Moon light aura crystal blue;
Spy a lovely spark,
Night in shady tints and hues.
Late night movements deep,
The weary world finds sweet rest;
Here I fall asleep,
Find my way in dreamy quests.
Leon Enriquez
01 March 2015
Singapore
Marionette
Never locked
The door is open
pet me, untangle me
Twistin’ and gropin’
Positioned, the curtains rise
Pull I stand, proud
Push I sit, shy
Tug here… My hands raise
You open my mouth to praise
Jiggle that string
I walk away
Stop and still, and I stay
Manipulation
Control
Inside
Hollow
Eyes don't see
Ears don't hear
Close the curtain
I'm not here
Stumbling, staggering,
barely managing,
I fell.
Severe, several times,
I continue to
fall.
A marionette bound
by strings
in the fist of time.
Lifeless
with or without strings.
Vacant,
my eyes glaze over.
Limp,
unless time tugs hard.
Painted smile on
fragile wood,
for the audience, I dance.
The lights go off and
the crowds file out,
over time, fade out
the painted smile.