Matt Mooney

Freshman - 900 Points (1943 / South Galway, Ireland.)

Matt Mooney Poems

41. Coming From The Casbah 1/19/2010
42. In Transit 1/21/2010
43. The Hand Of Man 3/31/2010
44. 'It's Only Emma! ' 7/11/2010
45. The Shannon Flow 7/13/2010
46. Sruth Na Sionainne 7/13/2010
47. Echo Of Innocence 7/15/2010
48. Where Eagles Fly 9/23/2010
49. Written In The Sand 9/23/2010
50. Train Of Thought 10/18/2010
51. Out Of Sorts 10/18/2010
52. Unison 10/24/2010
53. On The Ground. 12/5/2010
54. Fox On The Hill 12/21/2010
55. The Small Gate 12/24/2010
56. Rabbits 1/15/2011
57. Of Men And Mayflowers 7/21/2011
58. Love's Return 7/29/2011
59. Home For Christmas.. 11/27/2010
60. Blown Away 8/30/2011
61. Archways And Emblems 9/20/2011
62. His Last Parade 10/2/2011
63. Hope 8/31/2011
64. The Forge At The Cross 10/17/2012
65. Night Owl. 11/6/2012
66. Dominic 12/29/2012
67. A Melody 4/13/2013
68. Gateways 4/14/2013
69. One Look 4/17/2013
70. Reunion 4/18/2013
71. Burnt 4/18/2013
72. Overseas 4/18/2013
73. La Lutte (The Struggle) 4/20/2013
74. Performer 5/12/2013
75. Pink Snow 5/13/2013
76. Headlands 5/20/2013
77. Stand Off 5/21/2013
78. Side By Side 5/21/2013
79. Agnes 12/18/2012
80. Coverlet 1/1/2014

Comments about Matt Mooney

  • Bri Edwards Bri Edwards (4/3/2018 12:25:00 PM)

    i 'have to' read his Snakes Alive. and i shall if this computer? /site? cooperates! ! ! i must! ! ! it/they must! ! ! :)

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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 ...

Read the full of Always Eighteen

Late Night Taxi

In the still night
I surface
From the dreamy depths;
There is a diesel drone
That plays upon my brain:
A taxi from the town
Bringing home
A small-time punter,
Elegant even at this hour;

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