Puppets are weak because they are fake. They’re controlled by a puppeteer who has named two of the strings Fear, and Shame. I do not live with fear or shame in my life.
-M. Taggart
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Poem Up #A Trick on Life
Now this one I’m proud of!
As many of you know, I love our son completely. Having the
ability to ‘will things’ into place, or happenings into reality, exists.
It’s real. Faith, is real.
Thank you, Terveen Gill (Editor of Masticadores India and wonderfully talented author). I consider you a friend. I’m thankful to have you in my life.
A Trick on Life
I played a trick on life
and trusted it.
Along with what my mind delivered;
the opening of a door, the murmur
of a child, the running feet from
a few rooms away until finally
they were no longer away, but here.
As if when having thought about life
with him, long before conception,
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Be the one to make the memory.
Megan made this memory.
She took the photo.
It’s our anniversary.
I’ll be framing this.
Matt
Happy Halloween!
Poem
And I see you looking back
walking underneath yourself
While trust waits
Sometimes a five year old
has the most confidence
and why shouldn’t they
and why should we
It’s as if the five year old
has a soul
an infinite soul
-M. Taggart
when it hits, I write
i’m so sorry i’m so behind. I see you.
Life
The biggest blindfold we have is death. -M. Taggart
Don’t take
That Man in the Pub
If you aren’t familiar with, Jules Bike Poems, please consider reading this.
I enjoy the storytelling in this piece of writing.
Cheers!
You’ve seen that look before
The cheap brown suit
The Windsor knotted tie tied tight
The brothel crept boot
He’s the funniest man there ever was
The funniest there will ever be
His mirth fuelled words supress all smiles
And lack sincerity
So you avoid his eyes
You know it’s wise
He’s not your bestie mate
You don’t dare to glance
At the funniest man
Or to you he’ll gravitate, too late
To turn away
So prepare to hear
His endless repartee
His underlined unpunchlined
Forced hilarity
And though you want to be alone
You’ll buy him his next drink
Share a pub door smoke with him
You know you live in sync
With the funniest man
In the cheap brown suit
And Windsor knotted tie
The master of vulgarity
The pub bar butterfly
He’s everything you don’t want to be he’s
That man in the pub
And soon you’ll…
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I’ve been a busy boy
That’s my building in the background.
Up she goes,
Building a company from scratch isn’t easy.
they say opportunity knocks once.
that isn’t true.
which one you feel passion for-
that’s where you’ll find the path
-M. Taggart
I apologize for not being there for some of you.
Reality
It’s hard to argue with reality. Although, then again …
Matt
The sky is alive.
(photo taken 10/19/21)
Poem
I drive by this cemetery once a week.
For nearly two years I’ve been telling
myself to stop and take a photo.
I found myself pulling over and
getting out of my truck on the anniversary
of my Father’s death.
It was time. The weather was nice.
Leaves were falling and the sun was out.
It was slightly damp and I could smell
the sweetness of the trees readying for
the oncoming winter by shedding their
seeds. Some of these seeds will be eaten.
Some will nestle into the earth and cover
themselves deep enough to live again.
Even though my father was buried a
few hundred miles from where I stood,
I could feel him with me. I believe he
knew what I was doing and why I had
finally stopped to take this photograph.
It’s my belief that to live this life without
fear, you must not be afraid of death.
I believe that the famous line, The Truth
Shall Set You Free, is directly tied to this.
I think it’s no coincidence that I repeatedly
told my father that I will not live in fear,
before having realized exactly what that
meant to me.
No wonder I love leaves.
-M. Taggart
Poem
The addiction
to want to live
is beautiful
-M. Taggart
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