Ventriloquist Poems - Poems about Ventriloquist

Ventriloquist It’s just creepy noises. Turn out the lights before bed. Maybe it’s a curse. A scary doll going berserk. Coming alive. Moving its eyes. Looks so real. Someone made a deal. The doll comes alive. Don’t be afraid you might die. Look under the bed. It’s just a nightmare in red. Someone opened the...

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I am your ventriloquist dummy, and you use me however you want, I don’t even have the will to speak until you decide to talk And then the only words that I am able to say, is whatever comes out of your lips as you place me there on your knee on display You paint on my...

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Where is the voice that once spoke here in this ancient amphitheater of weathered rock. Now, there is only the wind muttering prayers along the wall, nothing more than the sound of absence being squeezed through stoney lips. The gods are silent, entombed between the pages of books or paralyzed in marble to grace the halls of history. This is the age of the ventriloquist, manipulator...

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Wooden mouth eats word and threat. Frozen eye stares through vaudeville glaucoma. The master is mimicked, masked, and mocked. Doll tuxedo stretched from neck to crotch. Head swivels to whiplash punchlines. If it’s all in good fun, why do I want to die? Neck telescopes and voice screeches. Tears spurt from stage to footlight. Two are one, yet double of what cannot...

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Thousand thoughts rummage the grey fluff. Gloomy, godawful voices thump in self-talk "I'm an idiot, a loser,...... it's all my fault". Autopsies of the past, tear my flesh, Regrets of a decade, devour my heart. Rant of betrayals suffocate my breath. Capricious sentiments egg me to a wreck. Loud conch shells stalk me in heavy weight. I sink in the abyss of "What'll...

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With absent breath, I perch my gaze upon The pulpy bow of lips that frame your smile ... And tho each word they part with is a...

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How valued a ventriloquist would be to hide behind and say my inner thoughts. I’d smile and play the stupid wood dummy and say all kinds of truth and not get caught. I’d let him speak for me and freely tell as people laughed at jokes and funny times. Yet truly I was shouting “Go to Hell,” and using this man’s voice...

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Ted could throw his weight around and that wasn't all but also his voice enabling him to have a ball no one suspected it was Ted who was a ventriloquist as his lips wouldn't move while doing his voice trick At the movies, at work or even in church folks would hear Elmer Fudd and their eyes would all search looking...

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•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Hey, ventriloquist - try putting words in my mouth... these lips will not move •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 06/21/2018...

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He walked on stage, the puppet in one hand as the audience was clapping, for they knew the act of this ventriloquist was grand! His puppet was a sailor dressed in blue, and quite a sailor’s mouth that puppet had. As long as his “sailor boy” had a joke, the puppet master’s show could not go bad. Such ribald words his lips,...

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He mimicked all who entered the darkened room, felt the fear in their eyes when watched with zeal. He was a performer and his sidekick Sid seemed real. Was that really him or was he wearing a costume? He was just entertaining, they all did assume. His mouth closed yet voices heard with reverberation, the microphone shrieked when laughter...

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a ventriloquist his voice dangling in midair waiting for tipoff Ventriloquist Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen 20th June, 2018...

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What was that you said? Was that an expletive I heard? I’m the dummy here, ask yourself, that’s absurd! I distinctly heard you say a naughty word that rhymes with fit. ...

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“And the top prize is to spend the day with a ventriloquist,” my mother told me, Proudly. She was the organizer of the carnival, and thought this up herself. What the heck? I had bought fifty raffle tickets. I wanted a new car or rent money. Certainly not a whole day with that old geezer. The old geezer...

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Corky Withers was a Very talented performer, leaving audiences Excited and mystified with his magic acts Night after night. More mesmerizing Than the sleight of hand was his sidekick, the Raucous, rude dummy, Fats, through which (whom) he Illustrated his ability to speak through dead-still Lips. All eyes were on Fats. Then—well, Fats took Over, so to speak. Corky, by then Quite...

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