W. Barrett Munn
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(A-72) Zen MasterA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I rolled a perfect 300 game the second time I bowled. What was left after that but to walk away? Imper.. |
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LegacyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A massive pile of books covers the dining room table. One would hope in one, the key could be located. Keats and Ka.. |
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My Father's Porch SwingA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** He swings in the swing on his big wooden porch wearing overalls and boots strings hanging loose he swings back on forth ma.. |
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Cypress TreesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** There is gloom in swampy water, gloom in swampy water wearinggray vestment moss. Danger swims in swampy .. |
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Peach ConundrumA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** This pink-red peach isn't ripe as the last one. How can that be? They came from the same tree. Were they grown differe.. |
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BasilA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The nights have turned cold. The basil is now on the windowsill where the window gathers heat from the sun; basil is a w.. |
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Room to ZoomA Poem by W. Barrett MunnRewrite of an old one. |
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haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnstandard |
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Old BonesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A throw rug broke my hip. One second upright; next, life as I know it is gone forever. Irretrievable. Old bones. .. |
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Polliwogs in the Ditch Behind the HouseA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A black-dotted gooey gob floats in the water in the ditch behind the house, some frog's massive gift to the continuatio.. |
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