Pondering Poet Pilot

Thoughts and Poems from above

The Puppeteer

Posted on February 9, 2015 by The Pondering Poet Pilot

My life, it seems, is not my own.
This freedom-thing is overblown.
You may not realise you’re the same.
You see, it’s all a little game.

I feel just like a marionette:
So pull one string, I pirouette.
Pull another, just for fun,
I break into a steady run.

You may think this is quite amusing
But it’s you that I’m accusing.
Every time my telephone rings,
I have to stop doing other things.

And every time that I get emailed,
Texted, tweeted, I am derailed.
So, dear Reader, never fear.
It’s you! You are my Puppeteer!

Stephen Tomkins
3 June 2014

5 thoughts on “The Puppeteer”

jackyko38 on February 9, 2015 at 10:49 said:

Gotcha! Ain’t you reading my comment?

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quirkyshine on February 9, 2015 at 00:30 said:

nicely penned my friend! I enjoyed reading this… 🙂

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- The Pondering Poet Pilot on February 9, 2015 at 13:12 said:
  
  Thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to visit and read my work. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Please visit again. 🙂
  
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  - quirkyshine on February 9, 2015 at 17:21 said:
    
    you’re welcome!!! Pleased to meet you here sir!!! 🙂
    
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    - The Pondering Poet Pilot on February 9, 2015 at 21:07 said:
      
      Good to meet you too, Quirky!
      
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