Best Fortune Telling Poems

oracles as purveyors of all destiny
what was holding hints of that which shall be
the reading of cards with colorful themes
journey of select stars not what...

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why can't my friends 
just mean what they say?

Say what they mean
on any given day?

On any given day
I have so much 

going on in my...

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Dice throw thrice.
Cards shuffle nice.
Tarot lay around.
Flip two coins.
Magically abound I am.

Toss the dice.
Lay out the cards.
Read fortune.
Ask questions.
Write out lines.
Advice, future, vision.

Dice cast twice.
Cards...

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My mother had a treasured ornament
A big brown shire horse
To the mind of a ten year old 
This was a toy of course .
It was...

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depression
sad
bad
angry
misfits
skeleton 
undead 
dead 
alive 
mowhak 
Rancid 
punk
Ramons
guitar 
violin 
Anne Rice 
interview 
with
the 
vampire 
Lestat 
Tome Cruise 
Jeckle/Hyde 
musical 
singing 
stage
globe 
world 
Russia 
hammer
red
communism 
China 
Mao...

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The old woman has the magic eye she can foresee things
She informs people when they visit her what the future brings
She is dressed in a...

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Chanting witches stirring the magic potion,
Cackling, dancing, spinning and wildly leaping,
Naked, frenzied, writhing and fortune telling:
Night of the Sabbat....

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It is noon on the day of the summer festival
Dai the gardener had used the rotavator daily
The grass was lush, green and level
Madam Clara’s fortune...

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Beautiful painted Vardo’s and smooth olive skin
Glistening from outside and beauty locked pure within
Precious metal of gold; yellow, rose and solid white
Sat by the camps...

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A light day…

My granny was a little
woman.
She loved to speak in other 
languages:
Italian, French and
German.

And in the Grannies language for their grandchildren:
“my pretty”. 
She didn’t...

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Weary weapons wearing writhing works wonderfully wreathed wigs...... Oh wow how magnificent the yellow radiance of a piece of straw. Leaning bending learning. Admire nit...

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Medusa

she open her heart wide to the vast illusion called life
 in a variation of a dream she will scream
 the twilight sun has tainted...

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By Fatmir Terziu

What could I tell a Londoner about the Fatherland? The adverts
Are copies of the unscrupulous inscriptions in tombstones,
Just as we are copies of...

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I am a shadow,
A passing thought,
Hiding on the edges,
The fringes,
From those who would call me a witch,
A Godless vagrant,
Not so Godless as they might think,
Luck...

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Anybody who believes in misleading fortune-telling...
that his destiny cannnot be easily diverted or altered,
is following the formidable foe to a distructive end
the assumption that doomsday...

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