Matt Mooney

Freshman - 817 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

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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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