It takes one glance
It’s up to you to trust it
-M. Taggart
It takes one glance
It’s up to you to trust it
-M. Taggart
The world lacks a true agenda
Hidden are the exact replicas
drinking with the puppets
For everyone to see
-M. Taggart
And back again.
by M. Taggart, Monthly Contributor
site: https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/
It worked. He reached in back of his kayak,
felt the cool neck of a beer, pulled it from its
cardboard six-pack holder and placed it in his lap.
He liked the way the droplets slowly slid down the
glass bottle. He opened the beer and swallowed.
The current of the Connecticut River was guiding
him directly to the island beach where he would
sit in the warm sand and read his book. The mountain
was barely in view, he could just make out the cliffs.
The summer greenery on each side of the river banks
was full and beautiful. He was the only one on the rive
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read the entire poem here
The entire world knows not to wake an angry America.
-M. Taggart
God Bless You All
Politicians like to talk. That’s why they don’t know how to handle the truckers.
-M. Taggart
They created beauty and that’s where they lived. In the humility of uttering one word without accuracy. The one with the other.
-M. Taggart
If you wore a face
I hope it was your own
-M. Taggart
Society doesn’t get to decide
how I feel.
-M. Taggart