His life had been a routine chore
That moved from day to day.
No ups or downs there to be found.
No blacks or whites - just gray.
It wasn't that he didn't try.
He did the best he could.
At time he felt, instead of flesh,
That he was made of wood.
A puppet or a mannequin
Instead of flesh and bone,
He was the Beatles' 'Nowhere Man'
Unwanted and alone.
And then, one day - a startling fact!
He'd told a little lie
To gain attention and he felt
A glimmer in his eye!
He told another - felt the smile
Grow wide from ear to ear.
Another one! Importance always
Lacking did appear.
With each lie told, he felt alive.
The admiration of
The people he was lying to
Caused him to feel love.
"Forget it, world!", he cried.
"I am not made of wood, but skin!
No longer will you treat me like
A helpless mannequin!"
He wove a world of make-believe
Complete with animations
And built the past he never had
Through his imagination.
And so he sits, behind the screen,
Behind his words of verse;
Alive within his fantasy -
Pinocchio in reverse.
Author notes
Written July 5th, 2005
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Awesome!
I wondered where you were going with this at first, and then... there it was.
Never lose your imagination, Sir Balladeer. It rocks!
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Amazing
This is a great poem, I really loved it, even sitting behind the screen and telling the truth makes you feel alive again, but spinning a good yarn and making people laugh is also a total blast! (as long as people know that what your are spinning is a yarn and you are not trying to pass it off as truth)
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Bookmarked. A multiple reread for this enigmatic mind.
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Another cool poem here.I really liked the ending line.Very good job sir.
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I think he imed me. Ha ha. This was adorable. Had to read it since I did a twist on Pinnochio myself, but wayyyy different. This was more than an enjoyable read, it was clever. That takes skill. Bravo!
Blessed be
~~Serenity~~
Billie Jean -
Haunting truth here. It's easier to lose a soul you've never learned to love. It's harder to pull out from the mire, like this. Well-written, this grave lesson for all.
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Thank you, angel....always nice to hear from a fellow Floridian!
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I love this poem! Pinnochio in reverse, this is very clever. Worded perfectly and shows great imagery. Keep up the great writing and im adding this one to my list!
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Oh, you do have quite a way with words, my friend. This was great! There are too many people in the world living their lives this way and seeing absolutely nothing wrong with it.
Very clever write!
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OF COURSE not on this site!!
Thanks, Catressa 
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Cracking up I actually can think of a few people that this fits, not on this site of course..
But what a wise and yet ironic twist on a lovely fable.. You gave me a laugh and for that Bravo..Take Care, Catressa
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Hey, thank you, roseleaf! That's the longest soooooooooo I've seen in a long time!
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imagation lol KooLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL :D
Love iT soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much lol its all in the eye of the beholder oh the sun and blue moon ;D -
It's easy, indeed, blindfaith...thank you so much for reading and enjoying
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Hey, Mark, you don't lie...you're a tale teller ! (and don't ever stop) Good to see you...
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Jeez, I have to stop lying now. lol Great treatise on deceit. Great stuff, as usual. Love the title, too.
Mark
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scary... but something i believe many people do. how easy is it to hide behind a world of your own fabrication? excellent write.
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Pinocchio in reverse, someone turned to wood... no-o-o-o! He can't become a puppet dancing to the whims of someone else. May he cut those strings, reach for a stars, find a living dance partner--let his heart beat for real. The world is in color and it doesn't need 3-D glasses. Now poetry...that's another thing...it helps the world sing, but it can't come from a wooden heart. I don't think this one did.
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Hi, catz! How did i come up with it? The internet is FILLED with them! Not even going to ask about that tongue bump Thanks for reading
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Awwww.... dear Pinocchio, at last he's found his purpose in life...to lie his ass of and have a wonderful time doing it ...and hey... he doesn't even have to worry about his nose anymore.
Such a cute poem, Mike... how in the world do you manage to come up with these things, anyhow??!!
A cool poem, delightful and...now I don't feel so bad about the bump on my tongue
Dee
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