W. Barrett Munn
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Air GuitarA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Which is to say ragtime is steak of the gods, consent to consume heavy metal chocolate cake, which is to say untouch.. |
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(178-A) haiku your legA Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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Failed Art Made of Coors BeerA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I entered Brunson’s Liquor Store meaning to rob; I exited empty-handed as a half-a*s poet who writes sonnets no on.. |
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Going Back to Forward ProgressA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My wedding band is Choctaw; it’s supposed to be antique, a center of turquoise surrounded by silver -- it matches .. |
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The Last Chapter in the Story of a TreeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It was an ordinary paper napkin caught up in international intrigue, a bad hombre wanted to shred it luckily it got caug.. |
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Survival of the Fittest in Bear CountryA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Call me coward. I don’t care. I’m old and I’m not a veteran. I wouldn’t go to war to protect corp.. |
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Hands Off RallyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** We moved the Edmund Pettus Bridge to Tulsa (in our minds), so we could (in our minds) march where the greats of civil righ.. |
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Chrysalis on a People MoverA Poem by W. Barrett MunnAfter Robert Lowell |
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The Hand of GodA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My wife died and I touched her hand and immediately felt a shock and electrified chill -- I’d touched the hand of d.. |
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It Ain’t Rocket ScienceA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Lest we lose our way I’ve brought bread to scatter along the trail we’ve yet to travel, me out front hack.. |
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