Short Scrunch Poems

smooth silky shiny seductive sassy 
wedding white or little girl dressy pink
you are the star of the show at church
you scrunch up in such lovely ways
smiling through your creases...

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jar of nuthatches
grace a green valley garden ~
scrunch of rubber ducks

3/14/2022
Contest: Bird Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Used HMS

*a group of nuthatches is called a “jar”
**Green Valley is in Arizona...

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I open the milk to pour some in a tumbler
Only to find it has turned so sour
I scrunch up my nose in decided dishumour
Finding the vile taste like an unwanted tumour
I look at the white liquid as I pour it down the drain
I find no words to show the exaggerated pain
Sour milk...

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Jack once had a romantic hunch,
Impressed Jess with a flower bunch,
Invited her to Sunday lunch,
They had grilled steak and nuts to munch,
Tried to kiss her, she packed a punch,
Now he walks about with a scrunch.


06.07.2021

For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Poem no. 5" contest...

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Two deer
     stand near

Soon stop
     to hop

In barred
     front yard

O'er stump
     they jump

Leap dense
      spiked fence

Each rub
     huge shrub

Then nip
     and clip

To scrunch
     and munch
  
They pare
     shrubs bare

Oh, dear
      bad deer!!
...

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Let’s do the potato chip boogie
Crunch Crunch. Crunch.
 Twirling with your noogie.
Scrunch. Scrunch. Scrunch.

Shake your chip bag, goodie. 
 Hunch. Hunch. Hunch.
Why eat just one, hoodie?
When you can have a bunch?


Wrinkly salt with a fried foogie.
 Scrunch. Scrunch Scrunch.
Let’s do the Potato Chip Boogie.
 Lunch. Lunch. Lunch....

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Essential Impermanence

Long in the tooth of time darkness chews with polar dual opposites and 
archetypes gnaw scrunch bite nibble at the essence of soft shadows’ radiance

When evening falls upon the terminal journey shades the passing glimpses
of reflection as ups and downs reverberate absorb retain mellow condense

Harsh flickering decay is balanced with candle light and vigil has the final chomp

12th May 2018...

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Caterpillar, where are you going? 
Somewhere the cold wind ain't blowing?

I will surely hate to see you go.
Take care, the gardener likes to mow.

First, you stretch out, and then up you bunch.
Watch out for the foot, lest you go scrunch.

You can bend, but you will never break.
You haven't a bone for heaven's sake. 

I want to say you are fantastic -  
Gooey inside, outside elastic.

One day, I hope you will flutter by - 
When you're a pretty butterfly....

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