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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

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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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.

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!

Jules Bike Poems

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.


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