Munch Poems - Poems about Munch

...He puffed the magic dragon Till he was ninety-three And frolicked in a smoky mist Beneath the ganja tree With little pipes and papers He loved to huff and puff It made him think such silly th......Read the rest...

...“Dragons don’t live up to the talk. I’ll find a way to fix the wagon”, Opined the jealous Jabberwock, “Of the scaly, lummox dragon.” This foul fiend then, most inhumanely, Pausing to munch ......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...Something's missing in the puzzle of life. I'm living without something, I just know. I must tell you, my confusion is rife. I'm stumped. I've hunted high. I've hunted low. Should I try to d......Read the rest...

...hear me out or don't it matters not ~ this recall isn't due to promises made to you for in the far away mind weighted and still spaces clear light......Read the rest...

..."show me your face" growls subside upon revelation does your countenance veil mine? I see beyond sight and temporality still full of sorrow, though drawn in indisputably realised in your emb......Read the rest...

...what percentage of the sun is madness ~ of the all consuming doesn't care less kind are we even talking percentages when a taint is enough ~ bea......Read the rest...

...Hill sides Sides at all Distances Perspectives skew them Maybe I'm sat here looking out Or sat within imagining out Because out is where we drift I want to be carried away But I'm the part th......Read the rest...

...[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 4 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’] __________ A water cannon screeched around the corner on two wheels Four and twenty Terror Bugs were nipping at......Read the rest...

...We couldn’t stop at a park or garden. This past winter. All we could do was hope we didn’t slip and fall. We would drive slowly and safely. The sound of our car engines and our foggy brea......Read the rest...

... cut into wood grain scraped and scarred until it takes shape becomes a creation ......Read the rest...

...Laughs, chatters here and there When the teacher is seemed to be nowhere Eating together and sharing lunch Sometimes in between class, having a good munch Smiling and cracking jokes And gettin......Read the rest...

...When Old Mother Hubbard Examined her cupboard And found not a scrap there to munch on, Not one morsel that clung To an ort or a crumb, She felt foolish and dumb And stood sucking her thumb Whi......Read the rest...

...What do cows do? Munch munch grass and moo, Watch horizons long and blue, Listen in to insects humming, Splat fat cow-pats on the dirt. Cows walk to the dairy in a crowd: To and fro, to and f......Read the rest...

...looking down visionary     of  earthly                    life mysterious in every detail a lonely genius mused     by fierce           inspirations                 tearing imaginat......Read the rest...