The Puppeteer

© Copyright 2011 by Joel R. Hall – All Rights Reserved

She is the puppeteer.
She only wants to help.
She knows just what you need.
Oh how she loves you so!

With strings so fine,
She weaves a web more subtle,
More intricate than any spider ever born.

Her fingers dance to rhythms hidden deep,
Deep within her walled off keep,
Her war room where she dwells
On strategies and tactics, schemes and plans.

Each string a masterpiece of calculation
Tuned to perfection to guarantee maximum control.

After all, it’s all about the puppeteer.
Her will must reign supreme.
So dance, dance my puppets.
Dance upon your strings!

She smiles in glee,
Her fingers flying,
As long as every puppet
Dances, prances, dances to her song.

But, oh, how quickly sparks her outrage
If any puppet dares a beat to skip.
Yet outrage melts to heart rent sorrow
If any puppet dares a string to snip.

After all, it should be clear
That all she ever wanted was to serve.
Who dares question her selfless motives?
With lip aquiver, her tears flow down.

Who could be so cruel
To ever even think that she,
The loving puppeteer,
Would do so much as dream of selfish motive?

With moans and groans,
And tears of grief,
She weaves anew the threads to gain control.

And soon… they dance.
They prance and dance and smile
As though they really like
To have their every thought controlled.

And so they dance so merrily
Upon their strings,
And once again the puppeteer
Sits smiling as she orchestrates each move.

And in her heart she sings a song,
A song to spin the universe
Like one big top
Rotating ever centered on her oh-so-selfless goodness.

She is the puppeteer.
She only wants to help.
She knows just what you need.
Oh watch those puppets go.

She shares their secrets with all around
With no concern for how the puppets feel,
Since she’s only speaking up
To be transparent.

The fact that it feeds her ego
By attempting to appear magnanimous,
So long-suffering and selfless,
To care so, even faced with their mistakes.

Isn’t she wonderful.
Why, look at them dance.
Isn’t she so gracious
To be willing to embarrass them so.

Keep dancing, little puppets.
Keep smiling through it all.
And while you’re at it,
Thank the puppeteer for caring for you so.

She is the puppeteer.
She only wants to help.
She knows just what you need.
Oh how she loves you so!

© Copyright 2011 by Joel R. Hall – All Rights Reserved

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5 Responses to The Puppeteer

  1. Pat Cegan says:

    Give me a raging bull any day to your puppeteer. There are so many people like this, aren’t there, Joel? “Beware of smiling faces.” Good poem with a strong message. Thanks, hugs, pat

  2. Grå Sky says:

    Grim indeed. The little puppeteer that we all carry can only be made visible to us by an expression of it, a mirror. Many actions have a deeper meaning to them, and I am grateful that you share your imagery Joel, making me think and reflect. I hope you have cut some string to this puppeteer that you are telling us about. *hugs* Grå Sky

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