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The puppet

I am not your puppet
You can’t pull my strings

I will only dance
To the tunes that I play

Arms and legs sometimes freeze
I can’t pull my own strings
Paralysed by fear

I am the puppet
And the puppeteer

So I take a knife
And I cut those strings

They were holding me back
But now my spirit soars free

I lose myself in the rhythm
Of the up tempo beat
As I clap my hands
And stamp my feet

Anne Deborah Morgan
October 2009

poem by Anne Morgan
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Puppet Boy

Wake up puppet boy!
Get up puppet boy
You got a job to do
Even so youre free to go
Where your master tells you to
Listen puppet boy
Before you disobey
Consider that the strings attached
Could make a big change in your ways
Puppet boy
Its the little things that count
Little problems little minds
Little points of view
Puppet boy
Its the little things add up
Getting bigger pull the trigger
Little things like you
Stand up puppet boy
Time to start the show
Youd better do some brand new moves
They paid a lot to watch you go
No!
Whats that puppet boy
Dont tell me what to do
Whats that puppet boy
Im not a freak like you
Whats that puppet boy
Ill move when I want to
I cant hear you puppet boy
Now dance dance dance
Stay out of bed
Unless you wanna get wet
Im a boy not a toy
And Im not through yet
Stay out of bed
Unless you wanna get wet
Now wake up puppet boy
Listen puppet boy
Youre not a robot slave
Consider that no strings attached
Could ever make you misbehave
Puppet boy
Its the little things in life
Little problems little minds
Little points of view
Puppet boy
Its the little things that count
Getting bigger pull the trigger
Little things like you
Now wake up puppet boy!

song performed by by Devo
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Puppet

Puppet
By: Adam M. Snow

I am a puppet to those who use me;
for they know not what my curse may be.
All I want is for my strings to be cut;
but instead my eyes are sealed shut.

I'm hanging by strings for their entertainment;
for I am evermore bound in containment.
Who am I to be called their puppet;
though my essence cannot forget.

Day by day these strings grow tight;
day by day I try not to fight.
Although I'm stuck and cannot move;
now there's nothing else for me to prove.

I am a puppet;
yet I can't deny it.
Although I have become one with these strings;
all I wish is to spread my wings.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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A Puppet

What if a strung up doll hated its life
And every part of what
It stood for
But couldn't escape because if it cut all
Strings attached
A puppet
Would no longer be worth watching.
A puppet
Would merely
Be a doll with useless marionette strings
Hanging from its sides
It would be nothing to watch
Nothing to see
Nothing to be
But
A puppet.
Without anything.

poem by Emily Hunt
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A Puppet On A String

A puppet on a string is all that you are,
And all that you ever will be
Your told what to hear and what to say
And you're even told what you can believe.
You are not free as you were once before
As you gave that and your dignity away
Now you are told where to go and what to wear
And you were even told to change your name.
Your watched and not trusted wherever you go
And you must ask permission to leave
And that is the life that you chose for yourself
Now for you there is only shame and pity.

You're a puppet on the string as that is you
Your puppeteer tells you how to act
He tells you what to cook and when to sleep
And when to bed him and how to react,
But what can you do, as you have nowhere to go
Everyone knows of your lying and your ways
Your own daughters are confused because of you
Now they will be like you in their own adult days.
You changed your hair and you changed your name
Because your master commanded you to
To make him happy is what you want to do best
But sadly this situation for you isn't new.

You're a puppet on the string that's all that I hear
Wherever you might go or what you might say
You walk in the footsteps your master placed for you
And you will walk them until your dying days.
Your strings are pulled and then you will walk
Your strings are pulled and then you will obey
Your strings are pulled and then you will answer
And that's how you will be from day unto day.
No truth or loyally does your master have for you
Not even a vow to GOD or a wedding ring
But you never expect or accepted them anyway
As all that you are, is but a puppet on a string.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Pull my strings, Oh Muse!

PULL MY STRINGS

Pull my strings oh Muse,
And my smart fingers will
Dance to your melodic tunes
Of sturdy emotional 'skills'
And appalling witty cores
Table me a choice, Oh muse
Either road I choose,
Still pull my strings
For my audience are starving;
Their tongues of praise is parched
Buy my thoughts Oh Muse
Not with a meager penny
But with inspirations so many
many than the birds that board the sky
Let’s drench their burnt tongue
And fill their empty bowel
With stacks of poetic manna;
Oceans of rhythmical wines
Lest they doubt my finesse
And I curse your worthiness!

poem by Adebayo Akande Smartfingers
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Micro Cuts

Hands are red with your blame
Megaphone screaming my name
Whimpers someone I should've loved
Souls weeping above

I've seen what you're doing
Destroying puppet strings
To my soul

Micro waves me insane
A Blaine cuts in your brain
Sounds like forks on a plate
Blackboard scratched with hate

I've seen what you're doing
Destroying puppet strings
To my soul

song performed by by Muse from Origin Of Symmetry
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Dance

Holding the strings of vibes
We dance to the string of life...
Dance with me my handsome
Dance with me through the night
Dance with your arms around me
Holding me... Oh... so tight

Dance with me to the music
It's all about rhythm and beat
Just you and me together
Will sweat out the heat

Dance with me to a Salsa, under a starry night
Dance with me to the music, looking into my eyes
Let our lips tango to the rhythm of the beat
Just me and you together, slowly moving our feet

Dance with me my handsome
For this is all that.... I desire
Tender moments, to cherish and admire

poem by Meena Mustafa
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My Shadow Now Talks To Me

at the background
you whisper what to do
behind the drapes
and i am a fool

up there
you know what strings are
you are not seen
but you make a puppet
of me

i bluff you too
i dance like a puppet
i pretend i do what you tell me so

the show is over
and then i walk away

i like the way how disgusted you are
and when the distance is safe

i dance my dance
i do what i want to do
i sing to the sky
and the sky listens to me

i have my shadow
and now it is talking to me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is The Politics In My Country....

every one is fond
of puppets in a string,

one master puppeteer
throws mud to another master puppeteer

a watcher never likes
a puppet on a string
and wants to see the face
not of the prince puppet
but the manipulator of the
puppet behind a stage
in the dark,

no one likes to be a puppet,
but everyone here is a puppet

no one likes to be himself then
but everyone here is
themselves all puppets in a string

the king that you see there
has a puppeteer

the king who loves a queen
is not really the king but the puppeteer

i like not to be anyone's puppet
so you see

listen to me, it is really really bad
to simply be

a poet.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pulled And Attached By Strings

When you look at my face,
Do you see me?
Do you know...
What's,
Behind my eyes?

When you look at my face,
Can you,
Feel me?
And then...
Do you realize,
That I am not a puppet...
On your string.

When you look at my face,
Do you see me?
Do you know...
What's,
Behind my eyes?

When you look at my face,
Can you,
Feel me?
And then...
Do you realize,
That I am not a puppet...
Pulled and attached by strings.

When you see me,
No I'll...
Be no one's puppet,
Pulled and attached by strings.

When you see me,
No I'll...
Be no one's puppet,
Pulled and attached by strings.

Can you,
Feel me?
No I'll...
Be no one's puppet,
Pulled and attached by strings.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look What Youve Done

I can borrow, if youve got the time
I never needed anybodys help to make up my mind
You wont be here long
Enough to stand out
Youre on fi fi fire till everybody finds out
Look what youve done, done to my head
Look what youve done, look what youve done
Done to my head, youve got me thinking
Maybe I will and maybe I wont
Maybe I cant but God only knows
I wont be the puppet strings you hold on
Come tomorrow, its a sign of the times
Its coming down now
Shelter wont save you my friend
So sit dow till you learn
And sit down till you grow
You mi mi mi might turn if youd only let yourself go
Look what youve done, done to my head
Look what youve done, look what youve done
Done to my head,
Maybe I will and maybe I wont
Maybe I cant but God only knows
I wont be the puppet strings you hold on
I see you depend over and over on logic
I cant understand
Who kept you floating, my friend?
Kept your head above water
Rough seas hit you harder
I should have just let you drown
Maybe I will and maybe I wont
Maybe I cant, but God only knows
I wont be the puppet strings you hold on

song performed by by Candlebox
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The Puppeteer

Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.

It is still the cost is on our shoulders.
Leader of nothing.
With words of speeches that have no meaning.
They fell for it hook line and sinker.
Now it is time to pull off the shroud.
Show them the monster I really am.
Satan aint got sh! * on him.

Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.

They say we love him.
But it was his false claims and ideas.
Given up as soon as he got in.
A solution to a problem we created.
How come now we feel so jaded.
We were once again manipulated.

Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.

Promise broken, dreams stolen.
All by this man who rides in on a white horse.
He looks promising lets keep him for another term.
Oh where do we sign.
He says there on the dotted lines.
He claims he's the ender of all suffering.
And I say I haven't seen this yet.
I feel so abandon by this master.

Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Puppet Man

[Backup girls voices]
Puppet man
Puppet ma-an
Puppet man
Puppet ma-an
[Enter Jones Vocals]
Baby, Baby you know it's true
I'm a puppet just for you
I'll do any little thing you say
I wouldn't have it any other way
Take my heart and take my soul
I'm givin' you complete control
If you wanna see me do my thing, Baby pull my string Huh, yea
[Backup Girls next section]
Puppet man, puppet man-an
[enter Jones]
Baby, Baby, I'm your sweet pet
I'm just your personal marionette
Wind me up and let me go
Don't you know I'm a one man show?
Raise your finger and I'll perform
I'll crack a jack till' the crack a dawn
If you wanna see me do my thing, baby pull my string
[alternates between Jones and backup girls]
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na-na
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na-na
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na-na
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
[backup girls]
Puppet man, puppet ma-an
[Enter Jones]
Baby, Baby I'm warning you, satisfaction guaranteed
Anytime you feel uptight
I'm at your service morning noon or night
I do whatcha' want me to
Cause I'm a puppet just for you
But if you wanna see me do my thing
Baby pull my string
[Alternates between backup girls and Jones]
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
[Jones finishes]
Puppet man
Baby, I'm your puppet man
Ya I might even...
If you pull my string
I'll do anything
Baby, baby I'm your puppet man
Can't do anything unless ya pull my string
Love ya, Love ya, Love ya, Love ya!
Down deep in your soul
Do anything, I might even love you
Wow-oh
[FADE]

song performed by by Tom Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Puppet and the Puppeteer

The Puppet and the Puppeteer
By: Adam M. Snow

By my strings you control me,
By your hands I dance.
I have no life of my own;
I am lost in a trance.

You sway me left
You sway me right.
You carved me of oak;
You paint me white.

Your voice is mine,
I don't speak.
The children laugh
When I shriek.

You are my maker,
I am your toy.
I do whatever you want,
It is your joy.

Use me for enjoyments,
I splinter each day.
I have no feelings,
I'm rotting away.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Loosen Up My Strings

No ones gonna jerk me around
One I get my feet on the ground
Im gonna hit it runnin
Gonna call it a day
See, a little bit of tension
Goes a long, long way
The boss man has got mine in a sling
But Ill be swingin when I loosen up my strings
Every night when the sun goes down
You wont find me hangin around
Im in loco-motion like a rock out on roll
Im nobodys puppet
Im out of control
The boss man has got mine in a sling
But Ill be swingin when I loosen up my...
Now, when it comes to getting down
And Im always keepin track
I dont need some yo-yo takin up my slack
The boss man has got mine in a sling
But Ill be swingin when I loosen up my strings
Yeah, hell have a line on me til my fat lady sings
But Ill be swingin while I loosen up my strings
Yeah, well all be swingin while I loosen up my strings
Hey, well all be swingin when I loosen up my strings

song performed by by Clint Black
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I Am The Man

i am the man
who has a puppet
under the
control of my strings

the children watch
and they all
enjoy
that is something
too funny

the old people
including the middle aged
understand
this reality

they do not laugh anymore
they are angry
to the world that they live in
they are the puppets
of someone who holds the
strings of their
lives.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Puppetic Threats

Puppet!
Speaks in borrowed voice
Spews out threats
It has no choice
But makes the moves
Held by strings, obeys
Just to prove
All he says
In ego - 'Fire! '
That rocket lay
A puppet's ire

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Invisible Strings

(ian hunter)
One, two, three
Well I woke up this morning - theres a girl in my bed.
How did she get there? was it something I said?
I dont understand it but somehow it seems
She visits me in invisible dreams.
Over and over I try to explain
How did that girl get into my veins?
Did somebody send her - was it my velvet wings?
And how does she touch my invisible strings?
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Now its all over when the fat lady sings
Ill still be playing my invisible strings
Well maybe she dont have a world of her own
Maybe shes using me just like a phone
And sometimes shes cool and sometimes she stings
And Im all tangled up in invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When youre wearing black and Im wearing wings,
Well still be playing those invisible strings
Well she never leaves - Im never alone
I aint in the book but shes still calling home
I tried to lose her - watch the tv
But that womans always picking on me
Well, theres strings round my body, strings round my heart
Id like to know where the string-pulling starts
Id give anything to meet the angel who sends
Invisible ink to my invisible pen
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When youre wearing black and Im wearing wings,
Well still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Now its all over when the fat lady sings
Well still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
Oh yeah

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Window

Window open
Breezy, wellbeing
Aliveness, liveliness

Window shut
Breezeless, ill-being
Affected, afflicted

Window a puppet
Puppeteer we
Strings, our decree

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Simplicity Of The Music Of The Spirit

attuned
i pluck the strings of guitar

and music
is soothing as usual

my spirit soars
leaving a painful body behind

now it is
the song that plucks the guitar

strings.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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