Ray Mather Poems
|43.||Walking The Walkman Mishap Rap||6/1/2011|
|46.||After The Argument (All Men Are The Same!)||6/1/2011|
|47.||My Big Sister||5/31/2011|
|50.||End Of Term Report||6/1/2011|
|53.||Acrostic For A Failed Marriage||6/1/2011|
|54.||Rose At 21||6/1/2011|
|57.||Recipe For Friendship||6/1/2011|
|58.||The Elephant In The Room||5/31/2011|
|59.||If I Had A Dog||6/1/2011|
|60.||Two Boys Crying||5/31/2011|
Comments about Ray Mather
I’m a litterbug and I don’t care,
I throw my litter everywhere.
Crisp packets, sweet wrappers, lollipop sticks –
In desks, on the yard – the usual tricks.
I’m not bothered where my rubbish goes;
Let it be carried where the wind blows.
Playing-field, garden – it’s no sin –
Couldn’t care less about the litter bin.
I trash the playgrounds and dirty the parks,
Stuff cans in hedges – them sort of larks.
The street is my empire; it swims in debris;
It looks ugly to you, but it’s lovely to me.
Where did I come from? What is my game?
Me, the ...
I am the boy who sought friendship;
The boy you turned away.
I the boy who asked you
If I too might play.
I the face at the window
When your party was inside.
I the lonely figure
Who walked away and cried.