Ross Ulysses Munroe Poems

It's thirty below zero as the sun
readies to rise on the dawn of man.

I am on the rig floor,
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With feet burning blisters
and fingers blackened bloody
ordained to walk in the winds of the desert
now deaf and dumb
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Seven sculptures lay upon the altar
of my soul, iridescent, numinous,
unassailable.
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pinioned by a vice
one jaw, fire; the other, ice
twixt the two, lava flows
glowing, the steam
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It is The Change.

When it comes, it comes.
And nothing remains the same.
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A town in Ireland named Limerick
Is renowned the world o'er for its word tricks
But their manners aren't witty
It's oft called Stab City
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An old woman is in the mountains
struggling through a blizzard
waist-deep in snow.
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Today, we saw a beautiful Malamute
just struck by a car.
Proud, strong, fearless, he had been running loose
his owner nowhere near.
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we splashed through the waves down the gorge
at 50 miles an hour, Frank and I

the stone walls rose above us
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Haiku. Who knew?
summer breeze blows, goes
wind of winter howls, growling
like Haiku poets
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