W. Barrett Munn
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MumurationA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The starlings touch the end of the sky and rise, a thunderhead rolling upwards, a storm that collapses back .. |
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modern haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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To Carry OnA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** after Blood, Sweat, and Tears This place is no placefor beginners,cliff’s too highand sea too shallow. This place i.. |
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The Problem of Winter SaltA Poem by W. Barrett Munn***after Richard III My physician says no salt for me not while I lie in this hospital bed under his care-- why shoul.. |
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Ghosts on a Peninsula not NearbyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Reading Seamus and Seamus sayshe drivesaroundthepeninsulawhen ideas flee. I can’t follow his path. What poet can af.. |
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My Apartment Building Just Blew Up; Is it the 4th ..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Why waste our precious anti-rocket rockets and try to shoot down shooting stars from Mars? Is this some computer game of chicken.. |
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20,000 Reasons to Stop Before We StartA Poem by W. Barrett MunnThanks to Ken e Bujold for opening stanza suggestions |
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(A-49) Once in an Irish PubA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** First, Burke took a pull from his pipe. Tell me, Connor, how did you bust up that leg? Sycamore fel.. |
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Neat and TidyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I like things neat and tidy when I write; however, there will come a day when my first draft will be my last. This occ.. |
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modern haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnpublished online by haikuniverse 1-9-24 |
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