Short Teller Poems
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Unfold, now behold
The truth of how all answers
Are hidden within
Every folded, small facet;
Every fibre part of you.
beaded necklaces
crucifix on silver chain
multitude of rings
sage fortune teller
unique runes and tarot cards
palmistry expert
green is a color,
and pretty good teller,
it tells more than hides,
it gets people on their strides,
signals all clear,
go ahead without fear.
grandpa is the best story teller
we like it when he goes off book
I cannot quit yawning
But I want to miss nothing
because his tales are that good
Sir Cash
tickle with a fingertip
and get your tip, robbing
bank at finger point
*Reminiscing of an Automated Teller Machine.
08th Sept' 2013
They call me a furtive old fella
And scoff at the fortunes I tella,
a hoax you would call it
as you look for your wallet,
And I vanish before you can yella!
Who am i?
A friend
a companion
a lover
an enemy
a temptation
a desire
a poison
a cure
A healer
a story teller
a dream weaver
a ghost
a memory
an illusion
a nobody
Form:
Afternoon shadows lengthen too early
Days shrink away into night's sultry grip
Which restrains cheerful morning from welcoming
Us back to life, and the pursuit of fleeting pleasures
As a teller in a bank, I once greeted a man
With a very cheery “good morning ma'am”
Embarrassment followed
As hard I swallowed
Red faced, I said that kilt got me, hot damn
The end
of separation is
a tale often told~
but it is a tale
that cannot be told~
the end of separation
eliminates the teller~
but the tale is told
anyway
by no one~~
A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some cops are Soup dwellers
A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some people are bed wetters
A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some people are bed wetters
Lutes and Lyres and hearts on fire,
and castles in the dawn,
I can't resist a tale like this..............
go on ,
my dear,
go on.
Homeward bound, I had a one-way ticket,
Pleased; it was stashed safely in my pocket.
Showed it at the counter,
“Wrong route”, said the teller.
I should be at home to fly this ticket!
There's a cute young sweetie at A&W
Keeps giving us free pies, she loves us wee two
Too bad she's not a teller
Free money would be better
Guess we shouldn't look a gift horse in the old woohoo
Started out in a bank as a bookkeeper and teller
Pen and ink was used to enter in the daily ledger
Ballpoints weren't around
Their secret wasn't found
Till a few years later, it became a top seller
Trump Did Compile Period of Denial
What Trump again was trying to compile;
Length contained in his period of denial;
A story teller;
Golden stream yeller;
We are sure eventually will end up on trial.
Jim Horn
Shadowed by the death of depression
Facing the life of discretion
Staying in silence of what was not me
But what shall I do, tell on thee
What would that do except cause a problem
Maybe next time the teller will have more wisdom
The fortune teller foretold
Of heartache and cold
Like the fates of old
She said she knew things untold
But my future
Is in my hands alone
So I paid her fee
And went on my way
I bid her farewell
Me and Santiago
Causer of night-mare to leaders
Inspector of government services
Truth teller and lie hater
Inspirer of civil disobedience
Zealous for share of national cake
Eats own tail in dictatorships
Noted for selling own right for soup
by Max Burchett
A writer, singer and songwriter,
A crooner, a teller of tales,
A dream maker, a soul shaker and captivator,
Hoping in verse and prose he prevails.
Photography by cromaconceptovisual
Fresh outta school worked as a teller in a bank, I spoke
A gentleman, the President of Bell Telephone Co. approached
He santered up, I began
“May I help you ma'am”
My face turned a deep crimson, nearly had a stroke
"our budget allows for
one janitor, and that spot
is taken,"
is what he said
before he took one
look at my credentials
"sir, I come to ask
about the teller job,"
I says and he just
leaves
turns around to say
"come back in 25 years"
The Deal Killer,
The Heart Stomper,
The Grain Grinder,
The Mind Stealer,
The Spine Feeler,
The Mind Peeler,
The Spine Dealer,
The Chain Binder,
The Strained Reminder,
The Shamed Re-teller...
And now that all have spoken...
The deal is broken.