End-Month Bank Queues
Here we are all
Queuing in the banking hall
Short and tall
Accounts likewise - short, tall
Hoping queues will not stall
Like they do at the shopping mall
Teller-to-teller
Teller-to-custome r
Teller-to-cashier
In the views rear,
Many wish were near
End month; check.
In has come the paycheck
Time for us to cause havoc
As we its wealth wreck
In ways diverse like a peck
Our accounts we'll soon uncheck.
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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The Fortune Teller
If you ask me I will tell you
But you need not be upset
Your love has made other plans
And soon your heart will regret
The Fortune Teller
I see many things happening
Your heart is faithful and true
But these cards tell me it all
That person is not for you
The Fortune Teller
It's not in the cards I here see
You need to simply break away
It's best to move on you must
This all what my cards say
The Fortune Teller
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Fortune Teller
(neville)
Went to a fortune teller
To have my fortune read
I didnt know what to tell her
I had a dizzy feeling in my head
She took a hold of my palm
She said son you feel kind of warm
And then she looked into a crystal ball
She said youre in love
I said how could that be so
Im not friendly with the girls I know
She said when the next one arrives
You gotta look into her eyes
I left there in a hurry
Looking forward to my big surprise
The next day I discovered
That the fortune teller told me lies
I rushed straight back to that woman
Just as mad as I could be
I said I didnt see nobody
Whyd she made a fool of me
Then something struck me
Like lightning from up above
While looking at the fortune teller
I fell in love
Now Im a happy fella
Im married to the fortune teller
Im as happy as I can be
Now I get my fortunes told for free
song performed by by Hollies
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Fragment
Fragment.
And there comes a time when the said sinks into silence,
the story teller has no more to say. Around the fireplace
the listeners look at the teller who looks into the fire, and
as the fire slowly turns into ember they leave him alone.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Destiny
O! Fortune-Teller,
Who inscribed consternation
In your eyes after reading,
The lines of my hands?
Tell me what tale you have read,
Tell me at least whatever the tale is
Whether there will be an end of it or not.
O! Fortune-Teller,
Tell me at least something
Whether there will be an end
Of the tale or not.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Lament For Tall People (Fun Poem 11)
The world is filled with short people,
who forget there are tall people like me.
For when they build a door of six foot,
they forget all about the poor old persons,
who are only a short six foot three.
To get in and out I have to duck,
or get a lump on my forehead,
seeing stars in the process,
while I am picking myself off the floor.
It is either that or its down on my hands and knees,
to crawl in and out the door.
Oh, now that may sound funny I agree.
However, it is not so funny if you are a short tall person like me.
So to all those short builder out there,
remember when you measure seven foot,
that your tape measure is not a foot off the floor.
I went to a fortune teller,
to have the bumps on my head read.
She said, “Avoid low doors,
as there are too many bumps there to be read.”
So all you short builders take note of what I said.
Raise the top of the door,
so I can stop bumping my head.
poem by David Harris
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The Truth Teller
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,
And shows us the people's plight;
And everything seems uncertain,
And nothing at all looks right.
Yet out of the blackness groping,
My heart finds a world in bloom;
For it somehow is fashioned for hoping,
And it cannot live in the gloom.
He tells us from border to border,
That race is warring with race;
With riot and mad disorder,
The earth is a wretched place;
And yet ere the sun is setting
I am thinking of peace, not strife;
For my heart has a way of forgetting
All things save the joy of life.
I heard in my Youth's beginning
That earth was a region of woe,
And trouble, and sorrow, and sinning:
The Truth Teller told me so.
I knew it was true, and tragic;
And I mourned over much that was wrong;
And then, by some curious magic,
The heart of me burst into song.
The years have been going, going,
A mixture of pleasure and pain;
But the Truth Teller's books are showing
That evil is on the gain.
And I know that I ought to be grieving,
And I should be too sad to sing;
But somehow I keep on believing
That life is a glorious thing.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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One Wants a Teller in a Time Like This
One wants a teller in a time like this
One's not a man, one's not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.
One cannot walk this winding street with pride
Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.
One is not certain if or why or how.
One wants a Teller now:
Put on your rubbers and you won't catch a cold
Here's hell, there's heaven. Go to Sunday School
Be patient, time brings all good things-(and cool
Stong balm to calm the burning at the brain?)
Behold,
Love's true, and triumphs; and God's actual.
poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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Fortune Teller
Went to the fortune teller
Went to the fortune teller
To have my fortune read
To have my fortune read
I didnt what to tell her
I didnt what to tell her
I had a dizzy feeling in my head
I had a dizzy feeling in my head
Said shed take a look at my palm
Said shed take a look at my palm
Said son do you feel kind of warm?
Said son do you feel kind of warm?
And she looked into her crystal ball
And she looked into her crystal ball
Said youre in love.
Said youre in love.
Said it could not be so,
Said it could not be so,
Not with all the girls I know.
Not with all the girls I know.
Said when the next one arrives
Said when the next one arrives
Looking into her eyes.
Looking into her eyes.
I left there in a hurry
I left there in a hurry
Much to my big surprise
Much to my big surprise
The next thing I discovered
The next thing I discovered
The fortune teller told me lies
The fortune teller told me lies
So I ran back to that woman
So I ran back to that woman
Mad as I could be
Mad as I could be
Told her I didnt see nobody
Told her I didnt see nobody
How she made a fool out of me
How she made a fool out of me
At last something shook me
At last something shook me
As if it came down from above
As if it came down from above
And now the fortune teller
And now the fortune teller
And I fell in love
And I fell in love
song performed by by Who
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The Fortune Teller
There's a fortune teller
that tells it like she sees it.
But how do I know that
what she sees is true?
Maybe it's all hokum
and then what will I do?
She tells me I will meet
the man in my life
that will sweep me off my feet
and make me his wife.
She tells me I'll have babies,
that they will make me proud.
She tells me she sees sunshine
and not a single cloud.
And so I feel better,
better than before.
But before I leave,
before I leave your door
Let me look into your eyes
to see if these are lies.
Oh fortune teller let it all be true.
My time is running out now.
It's all up to you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My experience has been in a short 77 years that in the end when you fight for a desperate cause and have good reasons to fight, you usually win.
quote by Edward Teller
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I Loved the Way You Did It
Hey...
I am the joke.
And you are the teller of them.
Remember?
I do.
I will always remember your laughter.
No!
I do not accept your apology.
I like things just the way they are.
With you believing me to be a joke.
And the laughter those jokes at my expense,
Would bring...
I do not wish it any other way.
You have no idea,
Just how inspiring you have been.
Hey...
I am the joke.
And you are the teller of them.
Remember?
I do.
I will always remember your laughter.
By all means...
Continue.
I loved the way you would laugh at me,
In the presence of others.
Can you still do that?
I loved the way you did it.
No.
Please.
You are spoiling my fun.
Don't apologize.
Laugh at me.
Laugh at me.
I loved the way you did it
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Be'th This?
What be'th a Hindu drinker? ...
A Taj, Maholic.
What be'th a church teetering to the side of a cliff,
that sells shopping bags? ...
A Sac-ri-ledge.
Who be'th a yarn teller that is the farmer? ...
A knit-picker.
poem by Michael Gale
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Lady With A Fan
Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done.
While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow,
Till things we've never seen will seem familiar.
Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm.
Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago.
Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him,
Who came through many fights, but lost at love.
While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks;
Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there.
Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair,
She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion's den.
Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance.
The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise,
Strategy was his strength, and not disaster.
The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him.
That's how it stands today. You decide if he was wise.
The story teller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice.
His job is to shed light, and not to master.
Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold,
In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Secrecy, once accepted, becomes an addiction.
quote by Edward Teller
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Two paradoxes are better than one they may even suggest a solution.
quote by Edward Teller
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If it is not a boy it will be a girl, says the fortune-teller.