"munchkins" poems
I remember running to first, faster then a scream
Now that kind of speed is just a foolish dream.
Age is such a vicious foe, slower by the day
My anger yells at speed of light with nothing real to say.
I still dream of hitting first against the burning sun
Each Saturday was just a game, a war that must be won.
The ball was hit just like my soul soaring in the air
Its always true life is foul or sometimes it is fair.
I loved to hear my father’s yell when the play was on my turf
The yells from distant fans of mine screaming for the smurf.
Even munchkins have to age according to the word of Oz
But baseball dreams have no rules and it's sons they have no laws.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
I just started my new job
As the handyman in the land of OZ
Seems things haven't been going the same
Since the Wizard up and left that day
First off is that house from Kansas
The one that fell on the Witch of the East
There's no way the Munchkins can move it
So we're going to renovate it right there on the side of the street
And turn it into a Bed & Breakfast
Where all the Good Witches can relax and stay
Then they all won't be so apt to
Commandeer a sphere and float away
After that I'll need to buy some silver paint
As the Tin Man is looking rather dull these days
And while I'm at it might as well, some yellow and green
To give the road and OZ a brand new sheen
And since the Witch of the West has been put to rest
I have all the Flying Monkey helpers I can use
As my professional skills will be put to the test
Giving her dingy castle a good ole OZ spruce
I wonder why they've never had someone before
Oh yea, I've also gotta fix that Knocker on the front door
There are so many things that need to be done
Me being the new Handy Man in the land of OZ
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
Is there really a Middle Earth where Hobbits live or a Land called Oz
Are there really munchkins or a Yellow Brick Road
Is there really a Lion, a Witch and a Wardrobe
do Harry, Hermonie or Ron live at Hogwarts
Or is it a Land of make-believe
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
I treat beef like lions in, the Ramada inn, dying to sign into the luncheon,
go to work,
I punch in,
these beefcakez, is munchkins, my dough nuts, and bunch Keens.
We Brady Bunch,
and Punch like Kens -sheens.
we punching through functions
like a bunch of alienss at the Days Inns working equations off all kinds of ocassions, mostly Caucasian, facials so amazing, when their facebook, if they face them..I page in,and they page Kim, to let him, know that I'm waiting; the appointment meant, we dating, no promo, so stop your hating. take a selfy in the **** stop ur waiting. ctrl, alt, delete. there's no.escaping- staple the email to your upper lip, recycle trash every other weak in. *** Ginny, run, Freddy creeping. slow, creepy walk, Jason mask out the Lake Inn, my neighbors laughed, Chevy chasing there *** child's play with a ****** hockey mask, i'm up to task. dog had a limp,so I made him part of the cast! Bruce Lee kicked, thier ******* *** I'm talking full body cast.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Cold November winds blow
Sending icicle daggers through my coat.
Gray skies trying hard to snow
To blanket this barren land.
Stark naked trees reach beseechingly to the sky
Begging for their wintery coat of white.
Dried leaves dance mischievously through the streets,
Freed from their prison of branches.
Bundled up munchkins still play outdoors
Sent outside by frazzled moms.
Squeals of laughter drift into my thoughts
And are reminiscent of times long since past.
Sledding and ice skates, tubing and hats,
Hot chocolate, mittens and scarves.
November may be a month of gray,
But it ushers in winters wonders and fun.
Soon a blanket of white will cover the trees
The leaves will no longer dance
The wonderland transformed into a playground of white
As winter takes over the land.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
Challenge Thomas Case
from a historical figure's viewpoint.
(Pay no attention to the little man behind the curtains)
All my great inventions
An Emerald City of true paradise
An eye in the sky that watches all...
At the labor of the Munchkins
The city thrives on and on
The four winds carry my famous name
The great and most powerful OZ!
There was ones a great disturbance
A march upon my precious city
The yellow brick road of evil
The Witches of all directions raised
Dorothy and her posy had arrived
Why can't they understand
I protect this kingdom
From the dangers of the outsiders
And the opinions of those unwelcome here in Oz!
But then it happened
Nothing would ever be the same
The Munchkins revolted
Red ruby glass slippers some witch made
Would over power my dictatorship
The Munchkins now ruling their selves
In league with some race of monkey elves
Left me no choice
So I returned to Kansas
Just behind Dorothy and her confounded little dog Toto
I joined the mighty Canaveral for a short spell
Still there and everywhere
Again and again evil dwelt among men
So beware
Until this day I still fight for the small people
..........................................................................
W. Oz
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
The days hold America’s rare air
as the election cycle once again ramps up
enough wealth to end poverty
spent daily on advertisements
aimed at convincing the masses
that they can end poverty simply by
being elected –
campaign managers bash statisticians
for expressing pole numbers
not conducive to their bottom line
relying instead on sound bites
and FOX news so-called reporting –
Hundreds of households held for ransom
with “voting” as the only way to avoid
repercussions and retribution
from self-righteous Republicans
wringing their hands, awaiting a win –
mandated munchkins munch on museum merchandise
manufacturing baseless accusations
manipulating the mainstream
always, for more –
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Sad poppies salute
those who lie in comrades' arms
in lost, lonely fields
Soft lips blow kisses
that ****** the fragile lust
of deluded minds
Bright light signals stop
to impatient ego trips
that know no better
Sad eyes betray grief
that obscures joy's emotions
with tragic picture
Blazed sunset beacons
a final, glowing farewell
to its daydream child
Oz shoes carry girl
safely over the rainbow
Munchkins cheer loudly
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
i dreamed i was in oz beyond the milky way
where everything was lovely and where the munchkins play
i saw a yellow brick road and i walked along
singing to my self a happy little song
then i met a tin man while i was on my way
he was stiff and rusty and began to rust away
then i put some oil on and he began to creek
i put on some more and he began to speak
we walked along together standing side by side
when we saw lion and he began to hide
he was very scared his courage it had gone
so we took him with us then we carried on
further down the road we met a sad scarecrow
he was looking for a brain so his feelings he could show
then we met a wizard and told him of our plight
he said i can help you and put your problems right
then he cast a spell and there troubles went away
now they live so happily every single day
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 3:47 PM UTC
Who could have known
Or ever proposed
That Kansas farm girl
Would land back in Oz
Who could have guessed
All this no less
From that moment on
Would be such a mess
All because Dorthy
Went High Royalty
Ever since those ruby reds
She's had a need for the bling
Now she likes to buy
Everything in her sight
With Munchkins for servants
Who serve her outright
Then came the day
She ran out of dough
And the Lollipop Guild
Mentioned the road
Where few have been told
And even less know
That the Yellow Brick Road
Is really made out of gold
That's the happiest she's been
Since she arrived
As the shimmer and glimmer
Cha-Chinged in her eyes
She called her three friends
Clueing them in
The Lion, the Scarecrow
And of course the Tin Man
As a matter of fact
Tin Man bring your ax
I have just the job
For you to get down with that
That's now where we are
I am sad to report
The Yellow Brick Road
Is now nothing but dirt
But sweet Dorthy dear
Has plenty of stuff
Though she still has her eyes
On the emeralds of Oz
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Goblins, ghosts, faeries, friends and foes
Witches, werewolves, warlocks, and even the crows
Vampires, skeletons, and angry jack-o-lanterns
Makes Halloween a treasure for all little patrons
We dress up in costumes and sheets
Then we do wander the city corridors and streets
Knocking on people's doors
Tens, no hundreds, of kids by the scores
Calling out, trick or treat
Just to get something sweet
Happy Halloween
Is such a perfect holiday scene
Vibrant kids, both young and old
Bravely enduring the freezing cold
Just to keep this custom alive
Hopefully it will endure and thrive
Pillowcases filled with candy galore
The older kids desire even more
But for me this Halloween night
Gives me pure pleasure at the very sight
Of spooky hobgoblins running here and there
Smaller children being led by their parents with care
Halloween definitely is a fun filled night
Costumes of all types fall within my sight
Young girls dressed up as Jasmine
Some of those kids are probably mine
Here comes my GI Joe
His successful ventures this night surely do show
A ***** alley filled with eerie sounds
Double mirrors, chainsaws, and scary clowns
Rabied hounds which chase us down the maze
Is something everyone craves
This is why Halloween is a special treat in the fall
But the most important of all
Is the joy of seeing all these little munchkins
Who have dressed up as pumpkins
Though I am now too old to don a cap
For Halloween treats, I'm still a sap
I see a familiar figure striding up the street, in his cowboy costume
Luckily none of them ever rode home upon a magical broom.
So this Halloween night
When everyone looks a fright
Be happy, cheerful, and alert
As each child their hands do insert
Into my candy filled cauldron
I sure have their complete attention
Me hopes they don't see the heavy, woven net
That will swoop down and capture you, my little pets
I'll take these children, yes, each one of them
And fill them with candy and cookie crumbs
Then send them home all fat and sassy
This Halloween night has been fantastically, classy
Written by:
Jason Cheney
October 2021
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 9:44 AM UTC
i dreamed i was in oz so very far away
watching all the munchkins as they began to play
then i saw a straw man and a tin man to
followed by a lion beneath the sky so blue.
walking on a road yellow and so bright
dancing as they went filled with such delight
searching for a wizard to tell him of there plight
he lived in a castle so big and very white.
they say he granted wishes to anyone in need
that he was very kind very kind in deed
strawman needed brains to be clever as can be
lion needed courage to be coward free
tin man needed heart to be human too
then he could fall in love like the humans do.
they got to the castle big and very white
then heard the wizards voice it gave them such a fright
they told him of there wishes to see what he could do
wizard said dont worry ill grant your wish for you.
they were very happy there dreams had all come true
strawman had is brain now he felt brand new
tinman had his heart just like humans do
lion had his courage and was braver too
this what i dreamed a fairy tale come true
with an happy end just like the stories do
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
I’m not sure how I got up here and I’m kind of scared to try and get down. I’m all alone in this castle and it’s kind of hard not to frown. I try to smile, and make the best of every day. But my mother, my father, and siblings are just so far away. They probably think I am dead. Which I don’t blame them, for I’ve said, I may as well be gone, even though I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong.
“Little bird, little bird, help me fly away. I really don’t want to be here, I don’t want to stay, stuck in here for the rest of my life. I want to find a prince and be a wife! Oh, and have little munchkins running around the kingdom. If only I wasn’t the evil witch’s victim.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Half moon high
In a deepening sky
The clouds like spider cotton,
Like blue ivory husks betwixt
Umber grey misty fog,
The diablerie of dusk
Dark sky and stars
The streets flooded,
a river of headlights, flashlights,
Sidewalks’ pedestrian traffic,
An Armada of munchkins, crowds
Strolling by Chinatown’s
Crisp neon plazas,
A necropolis bright with
Cartoon sharp signage
Accessorizing restaurants with
Jade And gold, foot spas
And red doors…
Horrors of hangings
Roast ducks and pigs decapitated…
Yet the evening is dressed finely still
All eyes lurking
Shadows floating by
Not to be forgotten tonight
Dias de las Muertos
En espanol…
While down the road
Neighborhood way
Skitters Lilliputian creatures
In shells of Saver’s costumes
As squeals of laughter festoons
Boulevard life with
Tiny tintinnabulations
Like baby rattlers
Against the dark
(Maracas for chupacabras)
Timorous parent folk
Encouragement as company,
They Scurry past
Down dim spatial street
In demand of what is given freely
From each and every door
Treat and sweets
Caries galore
All their tricks cached in grins
Of baby teeth
turn candy corn…
Mischievously the meek milk
All Hallows' Eve For
Hallowed be the glee
Even tho' beneath
The web of grey cloudy sky
Life is precious
To deny
The thirsty as it rains
Misery’s loss deep dismal graves,
We should live in celebration
Childlike everyday
Sing and dance
In the October rain
In this wonder
Like rattlers against the dark
Far from wastes of
Hollow wind and pain,
Chilling cries, bleeding eyes,
Undead the unseen
From this cirque city of sins
Offsprings on the strip
Fearless on the boulevard
Treating & tricking
With ole candied lies…
All done up in bright disguise
Happy Halloween.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
Not because it's
the land of Oz
or Toto
wants to go,
but I need to sleep
while the Munchkins meet
the Lion, the witch and
the tin man,
ha
bet you thought
I was going to say
wardrobe.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
Turn the page...
There's a young boy
that I'd soon meet.
A lad with eyes and a smile
beyond the confines of the street.
Turn the page...
Oh the joys of childhood!
We got along well.
We were neighbors, yes.
But for both of us, we were friends.
Turn the page...
Allow me to tell him,
tell him what I really think.
That being 'cool' doesn't require
being a **** to other kids.
Turn the page...
I see myself in his arms.
A night of eternal treasure.
He was mine and I was his,
Our love was real, our love was pure.
Turn the page...
A tearful goodbye.
A promise made.
We'll survive the distance.
Have faith that 'us' will stay alive.
Turn the page...
A broken heart.
Who were we kidding?
We had to let go
'Us' is now gone.
Turn the page...
We meet again.
Each with a new story to share.
I hear about his life,
My heart begins to stir.
Turn the page...
We took the chance once more.
Again I felt him beside me.
I know I'll savor this feeling
of comfort, love, sublimity.
Turn the page...
He's filled with excitement.
He and I, a family.
I knew then and there
I was truly happy.
Turn the page...
The munchkins have grown,
but we so much older.
The life we've lived together
our love so much fonder.
Turn the page...
I promised not to cry
but I'd rather he left like he did.
For I'd rather bear his absence
than have him feel this pain.
Turn the page...
But there aren't any left.
Nothing real to look back on
Not even time can bring back
Something that never was.
I was always his but I knew that he never was mine.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
I got swept up by a tornado and landed in the Land of Oz where I met the munchkins after accidentally killing the Wicked Witch of the East
Then Glinda Told me to go to Emerald City after giving me magical shoes so I can get home
And on the way I met a scarecrow who needed a brain and a tin man who needed a heart along with a cowardly lion who needed courage
And after meeting the wizard he sent us on a mission to steal The broom from the Wicked Witch of the West
And when we got in trouble I threw a bucket of water on her to save us from her wickedness and she begins to melt then we took the broom to The Wizard of Oz who happen to not be a wizard at all but really just a man with many tricks up his sleeves But he managed to keep his promises as I click my magic heels together I'm back in Kansas once more Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
the yellow brick broad
i travelled
started with finding my voice
(it had flown away on a Kansas tornado).
Somewhere along the way
I hoped I would stand taller
-- be more honest
but, you know, the munchkins
they always get really nervous.
they worry about the semblance
of sanity
and the wicked witches
and their flying monkeys
are forever concerned
that all their black histories
will be laid raw and bare
and i am not blameless
i have learned that i can be
painfully honest in poetry.
kind folks congratulate me
on my imagination
because they can't imagine my reality
and i have to wonder
about the depth and breadth
of my sincerity
when i hide in plain sight
laying my heart bare
to strangers
is not brave
and i have miles to go
before i can go home again
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
"What do you wanna be when you grow up?"
Only one word comes to mind.
Yours.
I want to be yours.
I want to come home to see your car driving in ahead of me every night, so you can stick your tongue out at me and mock how I arrived there last.
I want to have little reminders of you running about the place making messes, so I can hug them and kiss their chubby little cheeks and can care for when you're away somewhere. At work, perhaps.
I want to wake up next to you in the middle of the night and make pancakes and go to that park nearby you always loved, even if it meant being tired in the morning when we'd have to do it all again with our little munchkins because obviously we wouldn't exclude them from all our fun.
I want to be scolded by you when I forget to go shopping for groceries and for buying the kids donuts without warning and telling them to keep it a secret, even though it would hurt my feelings a little. Because you would never really hurt me.
I want to pretend not to be crying when those kids turn eighteen and are going to college and we find ourselves suddenly living in a house that's too big and lonely once we realise how old we really are.
I want to wake up in the middle of the night and make pancakes and take a stroll in that park nearby you always loved, even if it meant I'd be tired the next day when I'd wake up to a house far too big for one person but filled with enough loving memories to keep me going.
"What do you wanna be when you grow up?" you asked.
"I dunno."
"A writer, maybe."
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC