Long Storyteller Poems

Moby Dick, a novel by Herman Melville, published in London in October 1851 as The Whale and a month later in New York City as Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. It is dedicated to Nathaniel Hawthorne....

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I cannot stop laughing at the soldier acting
I cannot stop laughing at the soldier gasping
Every time I turned around he is looking on the ground
Hiding under the communist cap with the features of a pussycat
If...

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Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Beneath stardust's scattered gleam, 
Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time.

Through seasons it molds
...Once hushed now bold
We rise like a chorus harmonizing 
...In this vast of an eternal fold.

For...

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"Tears, grief, memories and tributes of respect. "

                          ...

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When I was a child I spoke as a Child!   
 As a StoryTeller things changed, and I still speak as a child
A  powerful child for love is a choke of words...

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Jessica, in time, became ripe with child, the only child that she would bear. 

“I know who that baby was,” a sweet young voice interrupted the story.  This is my favorite part.
“Shhh,” came from...

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" I know what you dream! "

                           the...

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Last night rolling over in my bed
with drooping eyes and racing mind
I boarded a train of random thoughts.
Only to find millions of flashes
that I couldn't get hold of.

Memories, conversations, moments,
my mind was flooded,
I couldn't remember...

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Imagine busy corporations
with political and economic healthy outcome missions,
like yourself maybe,
or perhaps your temple or church or favorite Earth Day nonprofit,
or your garden club or growing family,
as incarnate evolving Traditions
with EcoSystemically Struggling Cultures,
within individual Ego-identities,
but...

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When Miss Lily Jane Bobbit arrived in that Alabama town,
jaws dropped; all eyes were riveted on her.
The ordinary street on which she lived would be no longer common,
for Lily Jane now graced it with her...

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As the mediterranean torrents 
thawed away this wildflower of Medusa ~
once roaring in merciless thunders, 
now, I'm found swaying,
midst lemongrass fields ~
conversing with freshwater naiads
for, every weed is a storyteller
     ...

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Once upon a time, the first storyteller used his voice but                        ...

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Widsith was a traveling minstrel who "sang for his supper" but may have been prone to exaggeration...

Widsith, the Far-Traveler, Part I of III
anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 680-950 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Widsith the...

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Sorry, a rant on divorce … who knows …

I cannot lie…
I lived a life before lying for a living and I quit it on purpose.
It was not good …
But it earns money …
But I hate...

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Winter and flowers? Together? I could never believe it. Never ever. 
But I'm wrong, there is one
The ice flower.
But the ice flower is not a winter flower.
The winter flower is the flower of winter, the...

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County seat, of Mason County, Washington, highly rates
United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound e quates 
above ground sans tectonic plates
Population 9,834 per 2010 census 
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government 
drafted...

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Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his...

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1. Non-fiction

The bathroom faucet gushes nectar
drowns my hands in never-laughter,
"Sorry" is a specter
when you told me "0" I felt disgusting,
hopelessly deluded,
naked.

Last night I dreamed
that New York City was nuked,
another Twin Towers Lost,
everyone radiated.

But then I...

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Your most recent interest in observational truth in laptop monitor
Gave you an ultimatum today.
He , as she, in he, as she again, grabbed you in all kinds of tree , 
remnant there before serenity
What is...

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When I was a very young girl a tragedy filled my world
I watched my sister's blood soak the snow on the street
she died while I stood with mom ... I still hear mom screaming
and...

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Though Nervous...

Yours truly, quite dissimilar
to a woodlark,
nonetheless, this human
i(r)onically positively charged
to forge covalent bond,

hence this stranger
axon impulse to generate,
modulate, and spark...
assimilate virtual digital connection
with mine quark

key aura, charisma,
and karma acquired,
sans "FAKE" trumpeting
assertion tubby Ozark
Mountain Daredevil,...

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Homer in his prime knew what was divine he sets out to woo the earth but his ambition was crumbed in the dirt, the Trojan War is an epic of past, love, power, hate, marriage,...

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In the expanse of the vast blue canvas above,
Where birds tell tales in the silence of flight,
Their wings, artisans of an unseen story,
And the wind, a subtle bard, whispers concealed longing.

Nature, a poet draped in...

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Today, I stand before you, not as a mere poet, but as a vessel—a storyteller weaving threads of faith, doubt, and redemption.
Picture an ancient olive tree, gnarled and weathered, its roots gripping the rocky soil....

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I alone stand vigil over the memories of my past;
I alone feel the weight of them,
feel what it is to be
the man that past has created.
 
I stand, alone, beneath the stars and the moon,
contemplating...

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