Ray Mather

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Ray Mather Poems

1. Fatic Conversation 5/31/2011
2. Seven Haikus Of Man 5/31/2011
3. Don'T Judge Me 5/31/2011
4. William 5/31/2011
5. Mouth-A Fascination 5/31/2011
6. Alter Ego 5/31/2011
7. Babytalk 5/31/2011
8. Regulating The Beat 6/1/2011
9. Running Risks 6/1/2011
10. Love Poem For A Sceptic 6/1/2011
11. Mouth - A Frustration 5/31/2011
12. Instructions For Living 6/1/2011
13. And Now? 6/1/2011
14. We Are Trying To Connect You 6/1/2011
15. Sestificat 6/1/2011
16. What Killed Him 6/1/2011
17. Dead Man's Clothes 6/1/2011
18. Boytoys 6/1/2011
19. Potbound 6/1/2011
20. Lifecycle 6/1/2011
21. Poetry Lesson* 6/1/2011
22. Spiders 6/1/2011
23. A Bit Of Fun 6/1/2011
24. Leaving Last 6/1/2011
25. Occupation 6/1/2011
26. Aging 6/1/2011
27. Eco 6/1/2011
28. No Tears For Grandma 6/1/2011
29. Fallout 6/1/2011
30. Albegaria Senhora Do Monte, Lisboa 6/1/2011
31. The Serras Of North Eastern Algarve 6/1/2011
32. Peter Perfect 6/1/2011
33. Dogtired! 6/1/2011
34. Timepiece 6/1/2011
35. Canary Morph 6/1/2011
36. Exam 6/1/2011
37. To All Members Of Staff 6/1/2011
38. Definition 3/3/2013
39. The Purpose Of Giving (A Song For Christmas) 6/1/2011
40. In Memoriam Glen (Brammel) Bramford (1990-2002) 6/1/2011

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Best Poem of Ray Mather

Two Boys Crying

Across the world
Two boys are crying,
Both wanting more
And tired of trying.

The first boy wants a mountain bike
And blames his mum for being mean;
Had enough of the daily hike,
He’s desperate to be part of the scene.

All day long
The wanting burns strong.
All the night
The wanting burns bright.
So little to ask,
Bikes are everywhere;
Oh, why is life so unfair?

The second boy wants something to eat
But is too weak to place the blame.
His mother weeps, helpless, dead-beat,
While his father hangs his head in shame.
All ...

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Fatic Conversation

And so we talked of this and that,
Of oven grease and cooking fat
And who spilt what upon the mat
And left that stain.

A clock tick-tocked behind the scenes;
You sewed and pressed your old blue jeans;
I wanted to stop this but hadn’t the means
Through too much pain.

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