Short Storyteller Poems
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BLANK PAGE
a blank page whispers,
ink spills like a timid stream—
where have the words gone?
Words
Seem to arise
Declaring independence
Naming everything
Which cannot be named..
An amazing story
Storyteller unknown...
My tale may well pale
by the light of the harvest moon
Yet should it fail to woo
I’ve another – and another – for you
A great storyteller, can transport the reader inside their story
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The storyteller of the family
she could weave a tale with skill using voices and emotions
never wrote them down and in time her stories faded with age
through keys and cords
we are spoken to in a world without words.
it's a language unto itself.
a lonesome storyteller speaking
through a tip jar and candlelight.
When your stories have all been told
Or worse yet, heard by young and old
I can tell you what to do
Find an audience that’s new
And torment them until you’ve been paroled
We all remember Captain Kangaroo
who lived in his treasure house as opposed to a shoe
he was a most enthusiastic storyteller
when kids went to sleep he’d head for the cellar
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Rumple Stein opens his great
book of old,
Under the blanket, a tale will
unfold,
Magic and monsters and
heroes so brave,
Pointing his finger to a deep
hidden cave,
Leaving you dreaming of
secrets he gave.
Full time poet,
part time novelist
Full time storyteller,
part time bard
The difference greater
than words will imply
Hemispheric divergence
—the why and the how
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Read,
escape;
Then share it;
That adventure
will last for all time;
Before bed give daydreams,
feast on relics from the past;
Passed to the next generation
a gifted storyteller wields the
mystery and magic of evening tales.
Charmful lemon-shaded dragon,
Happy and respectful!
Aptitudes off the charts as a
Reassuring and delightful storyteller.
Intelligent beyond belief and
Overwhelmingly friendly and truthful while
Tending a pumpkin patch!
August, 2021
Storytelling
What is a Storyteller
If nothing more than a Lady or a Fella
With a overzealous mind
And an overview of time and the whiles of folk
That have spoke
To a place
Where the engines awake
And fire and stoke an Earthquake
Minister in England, professor of philosophy, Alan Watts
elusive and mystical storyteller connected all ephemeral dots
Pre-eminent interpreter of Eastern thought and religion
Yells “exactly!” as I dose off, awaking me, irks just a smidgen
When I write poetry
I am not only a writer
but I am also
a painter
a sculptor
a potter
a psalmist
a teacher
a storyteller
a pastry chef
a barista
a tailor
a carpenter
an engineer
and an architect
of descriptive words
and figurative language
Did you see the tiny elephant dancing on the mannequin’s head?
I look at this storyteller, my dear uncle, we call him Liar Fred.
Of course, I did I say, and he laughs until his face turns brilliant pink.
The elephant dances by and the mannequin gives us both a wink.
Lyrical in beauty
dug from the depths
of the past.
A storyteller, articulate
elegaic writing words
to last.
Of farm life and childhood,
deep in Irish terra firma
frozen in memory
and now
released for our delight
in a succinctness of thought
of the commonplace
We are
Storytellers
In our speaking
Conversing
Interpreting..
Seemingly
Making sense of
The indescribable
Spontaneity of this..
Death of the
Storyteller
Frees the story
Telling itself
With a character
Fondly
Known as the
Storyteller...
a
poetic
girl
dedicated
& creative
with
a love
for all poetry
beautiful
from birth
a born poet
writing
in crayon
then pencil
then pen
storyteller of
words
with
a bleeding pen
Storyteller
Now, as spring light fades into
a soft blue night, I turn to you and ask
Tell me more.
The river doesn’t run rapidly as before
The lake is dry
No wind blows away broken dreams.
Tell me more, if you can before, the light
Is an empty space
The stillness has lost its echo.
THE VIOLET KINGDOM
purple spreads on a
flower bed in a child’s room
~ violets in bloom ~
ivy climbs the wall
surroundings of her kingdom
~ a barbie princess ~
the storyteller
retells a fair adventure
~ pages kiss good night ~
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Shadows cover the bullet by half.
Father buck scavenges berries.
Offspring of His fathers faith.
Man waits high in the larch.
Cumbersome stomach.
Rifle prepared.
Trustworthy.
Patient.
Time.
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You spin the world
You shake with pride
as tales of wonder
tear your eyes
You're ageless now
You flood the room
and force us to
your heart entomb
You never stop
You never think
of all your grandeur
stamp and ink
You took the role
You spoke the words
and now you've left us
cold, disturbed...
As every day we attempt to create our own version of Camelot…
whether we are a distinguished poet…
a famous storyteller…
or not
may we be blessed to spend each moment
filling our life with happy memories
that…as the years unfold
become the poems we write
and the stories we tell
in our Camelot…when we’re old.
The Dreamer the fantasizer the Old Soul the caring the loving the sweet the innocent the beautiful soul
The one that cares too much the one who gives too much but always neglects himself
The poet the artist the writer the dancer The Storyteller the actor the drawer the painter the singer the musician
The emotional crying broken Pisces