Matt Mooney

Freshman - 814 Points (1943 / South Galway, Ireland.)

Matt Mooney Poems

161. Wild Strawberries 8/7/2009
162. The Signalman 8/12/2009
163. Face To Face 8/27/2011
164. Earth To Earth 6/25/2014
165. Summer Swallow 9/15/2011
166. Exit 9 11/11/2009
167. Bono And Bob 8/7/2009
168. Falling Apples 7/20/2009
169. Oasis 7/19/2009
170. Ceist Agam Orm. 9/29/2009
171. The Old Accordion. 10/5/2011
172. Agony Aunt 12/18/2012
173. Across The Irish Sea 8/31/2011
174. Anticipation 7/11/2010
175. Head Of The Clan 8/28/2009
176. Badgers In The Wood 7/24/2009
177. Like An Alien 10/10/2009
178. A Greater God. 11/30/2010
179. Carpenter's Son 8/14/2009
180. An Eye On London 8/14/2009
181. Cat On The Street 7/4/2009
182. Bleeding 8/6/2009
183. Alluring 8/14/2009
184. I Ask Myself 9/7/2009
185. Barefoot 7/3/2009
186. Alive By The Lee 7/17/2009
187. Alone 9/8/2009
188. Always Eighteen 7/23/2009
Best Poem of Matt Mooney

Always Eighteen

The clearness of a dream
I had in bed last night
Has dimmed at dawn-
I'm awake and looking west,
Its dialogue in a deep sleep
Now almost vanished
In the wash of awakening.

In the dream, so real I swear,
She appeared:
Into my head as I slept she crept:
Always eighteen.
As lovely as I left her
At her father's hearth
And said our last goodbyes
To all the years of my unspoken love.
Love's Labour- I began to say,
(Speaking of the title of a play)
But there she stopped me
In my mid line
To finish it herself this time:
'Love's ...

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Barefoot

Scents of the Summer, incense to his senses,
The boy walks barefoot most of the way.
By hills of furze bushes above the soft bog,
Though ever so slowly the river flows free
Through flower beds of bright yellow wild iris
Where the black water hens hide every day.

In meadows the cowslips all are in bloom
But he has to hurry on fast to his school;

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