Thoughts die
and there are no funerals
-M. Taggart
Thoughts die
and there are no funerals
-M. Taggart
The entire world knows not to wake an angry America.
-M. Taggart
God Bless You All
I like a man
who walks onto the stage
and crosses his heart
-M. Taggart
I’m thrilled to share with everyone that a poem of mine has just been published on MasticadoresUSA. Thank you, Gabriela!
MasticadoresUsa // Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton
Poem
by M. Taggart
[author’s site]
Wrapped around a child’s fishing pole, lives
a vibration of time steadily stamping out
a form of a memory. Time, which floats in
and out of the child’s consciousness while
inhaling the smell of pond water
mixed with the blue sky covering the tops
of the pine trees- he does wonder about time.
When does time stop.
How do we know when it’s time to go and
when does time think about us. How does
time work and why is there time. Why is
there anything. He felt a nibble on the end
of his line. The wind sent small rippling waves
toward the shoreline. He stood, with his boots
submerged only a few inches, and watched as the
wind calmly pushed the murky water passed him.
The nibbling had ceased. He stood…
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And a few did often, by willing of the mind,
what so many did not. And this
made for depths of exhaustion,
jealousy, and fear. Though the same rules
applied, they were never searched for and
they were never learned. They were
never even dreamed of.
-M. Taggart
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’m woefully behind on catching up with everyone. I will get caught up. See you soon!
Matt
This platform and the people I’ve met have literally enriched my life.
I F*ing love this collaboration.