Short Storytellers Poems

Gifted ,imaginative minds

Storytellers , wordsmith extraordinaires

Creating masterful tales with words

Diverse , remarkable, rare...

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Dream

Dream if you can
Dream of a world with no storytellers
No poets or musicians
How boring of a world would that be
No way to share our thoughts
Our feelings would stay locked away
And we would not know how to dream...

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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......

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fierce fire-elk transforms into a skeletal elk during a forest fire
the few who have seen her, recognize her powers through prophecy
These storytellers do not last long, for they are not forest fire survivors
if you get caught in the woods during an inferno, beware of the fire-elk....

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Threaded history - boney fingered
Ancestries woven connections,
Stitched brail of wordless inscriptions
Meaningless decorative presence
Saturated with the timeless reverence of
Boney fingered storytellers.


6/4/2016

THE BEST OF 6 – Poetry Contest
visual #2...

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fuchsia rose was captured in the early sixteenth century
her legend was passed through many dynasties,
then storytellers got bored with her, and forgot her story
she waited for her chance; twinkling and dazzling newbies
enticing one to release her from her Pandora prison
the unlucky instigator of the pandemic...

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Wiccan’s creed is
to no one do harm
to no animal, plant or human

Is it weird that male storytellers were so fearful
that a matriarchal society might come about
that they turned them into witches
and made them appear mean and ugly?

Not at all.
it was the norm
back in the day

hopefully we know better now....

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Wiccan’s creed is
to no one do harm
to no animal, plant or human

Is it weird that male storytellers were so fearful
that a matriarchal society might come about
that they turned them into witches
and made them appear mean and ugly?

Not at all.
it was the norm
back in the day

hopefully we know better now....

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Questions rise and answers fall

Lies crumble and the truth stands tall

Doubters are deceived and the trustworthy fail

Storytellers are mute while the silent leave a tale

The ones once bonded are free to do such

While the smoking gun is free to the touch

The followers are now ready to lead

The most lost are now forever ready to succeed...

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The planet doesn't need more successful people
it needs peacemakers, healers, restorers,
storytellers and lovers of every kind
It needs people who live well in their places
people of moral courage willing to join the fight 
to make the world, habitable and humane
Qualities that have little to do with success
 as we have defined it to be. 
?? David W. Orr, Eco Literacy...

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Who would become so fundamentally foolish
to separate a strong dancer
from her flowing dance?

The secular singer
from his sacred song?

Mountainous storytellers
from our rivered story?

Felt humane communion
from our most nakedly divine communications?

Spirited habits
dispirited from Earth's natural habitats?

Evangelical legends
from love's integrity,
passion's timeless curiosity?...

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What madness
We are killing the healers and paying their killers
Bound to the pound and signed our own fate
Consuming its rot confiding in demons
looting the land and soiling the seas
The mother is burning the father is frail
Its shadow is creeping its whispers are vile
The machine it runs rampant its controls are all broken
Our storytellers are paid to swim with its tide
Is this the best we have to offer?
Slogans selling you tomorrow 
...

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Dusk casts a sepia glow upon 
sentinel specters of the wood;
another summer has passed and
the autumn shedding lay all about me
as I sit swinging and remember,
how the wildflowers filled
this glen a few weeks ago.
In the ephemeral light, whispers are heard.
I wait as she wanders between the gnarled 
branches; I catch the impressions
from my muse, while she strolls
beneath these storytellers. 


5-12-2021
ALL YOURS (May 12) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand...

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