Tellers Poems - Poems about Tellers

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The old haunted mansion was open for guests now. I talked my man into it. “It will be a wow!” He was not convinced but agreed if he could bring a TV. Of course, you can, I said. Whoop Dee Dee Dee Dee. We were met by a butler with a long hard face. He said, “Welcome to this annoyingly...

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We are the story tellers, Once of nature loving best. River and mountain lake and forest Teaming life of air or land. We loved the wolf, big hearted proud The stubborn boar reclusive bear. Each with spirit man endowed them To tell of knowing natures worth. Shaman natures laws need master Herb law, river, the running deer. The seasons passing they knew them, Living with all,...

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One fortune teller to another, “we’re going to have a hot summer” The second one says “like the summer of 2092, that was a hummer?” All wore metallic shorts Special shields to cover our warts Remember when girl robots showed their i-bums and had multitasking udders...

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Dear journalists, investigative reporters, and supporters of strong and free democracy, When elective office candidates, from dog-catcher through UN CEO, claim to champion freedom, far more than all other candidates competitively left non-elite behind, Please ask, Freedom in which direction? Freedom to heal our fading cooperative, organically multicultural, complex ecosystemic, robust wealth climate, local through global networks? Or SuperElite freedom, threatening liberties to destroy alien, non-elite, resilient polycultural health? Or, more ambiguously, some of confusing both? And, if so, Which is...

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There's some stories old men tell Just so they can hear themselves Always hold a certain ring With their own brand of embellishing Around the stove in the old country store If they've told it once, they've told it more Look you straight in the eye Before their pants are set on fire They'll have you staring in belief That what you see is...

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All the Christmas stories the children are learning As the Christmas candle is burning. The stories are being told by grandparents and parents alike Sitting by the candle light. Oh so many stories that must be told Stories that never gets old. Stories of different places and unfamiliar faces Like stories of Uncle Scrooge and how the people s kindness he abused And...

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I sat with a reluctant story teller My legs crossed Holding my breath The fabric of her mind was tightly folded Tucked in at her edges I reached for a thread gave it a gentle tug Hoping that it would come loose My desire was to know her secrets Her's were the tales I so desperately craved She smiled a knowing smile Looked deeply into my...

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The gypsy looked in the ball It was black, nothing at all 'Strange' she said ' I see nothing' Story of my life ...

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sitting across from me you are a hanged man sacrificing one of his eyes for a chance at a sacred alphabet at a chance to gamble to decipher the blueprint of this life When will you cheat death and redefine your life fortunetellers know when will you meet with your destiny and perhaps redevelope ytour fate something fortunetellers know sitting across from me dangling on your lifeline suicidal ghetto...

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