Short Marionettes Poems

marionettes, strung
to the fingers of moonlight--
our dancing shadows...

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Marionettes and puppeteers
Moving shadows
Against these
Peppermint clouds...

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Marionettes dance
Strings command prefomances
At their masters whims

By Robb A. Kopp...

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Marionettes are manipulated by strings


the red curtain falls down, children laugh



Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci...

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lost every notion of life's cosmic rhythms
atrophied links with nature
blind deaf marionettes



AP: 3rd place 2021

Posted on March 27, 2018...

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"Dance! Dance!"
he constantly told his dancers.
They danced morning,
afternoon, and evening.
So exhausted they were,
they died.
Now he keeps their bones
in his closet, fastened with strings
like marionettes......

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“To draw you must close your eyes and sing” Pablo Picasso

Mountain gold and marionettes
Trunks like a million strings
Breathtaking, breathless
Articulating Autumn’s plush
Singing through timeless time


11/27/2019...

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Black and white
Images were smite
Blank but bright
When struck by light

Vast seas,
Fast cease,
The cast sees,
But won't seize

Silhouettes,
Of marionettes,
Ties attached,
Lies dettached

Palm trees,
Solemn breeze
Heavily breathes,
Lightly leaves......

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So long ago, it so now seems
Each Saturday, I’d watch with joy
They introduced the movies well
While entertaining girls and boys
Although two puppets, I didn’t care
Rather marionettes, they were still real
With the one lady they did give laughs
With jokes and enigmatic zeal...

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Twisting & Seeping
Driving & Colliding
Losing & Departing
Tempted & Stolen
Hated & Despised
These are our truths
Boiling beneath the surface.

Sweet & Kind
Honest & Loyal
Beautiful & Graceful
Munificent & Generous
These are our lies
Dancing as Marionettes upon our faces....

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layers of a personality
apple cheeked marionettes
acting evil and good
soothing smooth smiles
and blood curdling stares
sometimes the arms drop off
with clattering noise
clothing will tear
or succumb to linen rot
but heroes and villains shine only at night
so ordinary in the light...

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Rain polka dots
the limestone church
in a spray of champagne
as throngs of ballet slipper camellias
plie like marionettes 
with crystal strings 
to heavy drops 
on an emerald lawn
of rice tosses.

Rows of braided Lavender
sway to Spring's accordion gusts
just as far-off fields of shamrock
jettison rose poppies 
into glistening air.

7/18/18...

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The air is filled with owls' hoo-hoo;
trees shadows stretch along the grass,
looking like tall, mean monsters;
red eyes glitter behind the bushes;
the lake smells like fresh blood;
skeletons dance like marionettes
under the trees' branches...
The forest is damned.



Date: 13/11/2015

Name: Teddy Kimathi

Contest: Trashed #4

Sponsor: Broken Wings...

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Cutting off the taunt lead lines
See how Thy card house just folds
Busted nose, thy marble shrines
now covered with story molds

Hold thyself up full of holes
Stiff lips and wooden stances
Like a dull actor's best roles
Regret thy second chances

Marionettes dance their parts
in our ticker tape parades
upon many jigsaw hearts
thy porcelain feet parades...

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Ah, playful is the gay coquette
who flits between the trees,
which stand around like marionettes
all swaying by degrees.

She romps along, red curls unbound
and flapping in the breeze,
her wrap lies low enfolded round
a figure made to squeeze

Let’s raise a glass to this dear lass
who never meant to tease,
or shake our heads at those instead
that try too hard to please....

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land of lost shadows
and unweathered skies.

five urban colours
through unflinching eyes.

tall distant chimneys
and schoolyards at play.

smoke drifting sideways
in stillness each day.

sketches on packets
of stained cigarettes.

strange brooding faces
and marionettes.

people bent walking
with heads looking down

 - if lowry was living
he'd have painted my town....

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You motormouths, that pull the strings of life,
Marionettes of Pied that seek confusion.
Your piper teeth are chattering with strife,
Like a Jedi, with wave of hand delusion
“Come one! Come all!” the ringleader twists knife.
The press buries the truth, besets illusion.
The circus clown smiles whilst Hans-ing fairy whales,
Marionettes of Pied with Moby-Dick-sized tales.

3/27/2023

Just having fun creating an Ottava Rima

*Hans as in Hans Christian Anderson...

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