Teller Poems - Poems about Teller

There are deep creases in palm of the harried hag’s hand Her wizen face is wrinkled, freckled, there is a brown spot on her cheek. She has a surreal expression; her voice is gravelly and ethereal. her tent...Read the rest...

those daring men of the truth The Australian who has been in jail for years to avoid being sent to the USA, where he will get further jail terms He, I'm sure, is difficult to live with...Read the rest...

You wanna know sumpin sumpin?! ...Read the rest...

"Go ahead, make yourself comfortable, contemplate, whisper secrets to momma moon, ...Read the rest...

I wander in a trackless desert Eyes squinting, scanning the desert horizon Parched land, and so does my heart seem Oh where could I find an oasis to cool my feet Desert storms blow, I close my eyes Some shadow...Read the rest...

She grabbed my hand and turned it palm up Stated the obvious and read leaves from a cup A sigh came from her heavy breast I thought I’d offer her a test. I was married, I began, to a...Read the rest...

His knowledge was his untapped wellspring, After 93 years of learning anew; He valued knowing something about everything, From construction & farming, to baseball & screws. Early in life, a dairy farm taught him, To think on...Read the rest...

He was dressed like a circus clown for his grandma made him. He thought it made him look silly, thoughtless and dim. She was dressed as a fortune teller full of liveliness vigor and vim. She told him...Read the rest...

We are spellbound as she tells us her latest tale. It is wild, wooly, wacky and weirdly wonderful. She is a wizard of a story-teller, and she knows her audience. She gives us just the right amount of...Read the rest...

She distributes the wands and the cups. Her client taps a card, choosing it. The death card comes up. The client gasps. She takes her hand and begins to explain. She has Bambi brown eyes, and a kind soul. The client...Read the rest...

She was a woman full of stories. They oozed out of her and onto her skirts. When she shook them, verbs and adjectives flew onto the floor. I watched them congregate around her ankles Forming run-on sentences. No wonder story-telling...Read the rest...

Unfold, now behold The truth of how all answers Are hidden within Every folded, small facet; Every fibre part of you....Read the rest...

We spent the day at Grandpa’s house. At bedtime, as we would often do, By the fireplace we did rendezvous While Grandpa stoked his corncob pipe. When he leaned back his rocking chair And asked with a wink of his...Read the rest...

The aged fortune-teller sits behind a large round table which is decorated with old lace-trimmed scarves, sequined tassels, and shiny gold-colored coin trim. She tells me to cross her palm with silver, meaning she...Read the rest...

He is eight and confused. He has been borrowing ideas all year. He asked his classmate if he could copy off her. She has always said yes until today. Maybe four weeks of copying was enough? Now he is...Read the rest...