Matt Mooney

Rookie - 76 Points (1943 / South Galway, Ireland.)

Matt Mooney Poems

1. Outside 7/2/2009
2. The Isle Of Koh Tao 7/13/2009
3. Stepping Away 7/14/2009
4. From The Prom 7/14/2009
5. East To Latvia. 7/14/2009
6. Sound Effects 7/14/2009
7. Rustic Fellow 7/15/2009
8. St. Malo Maid 7/16/2009
9. Morning Star 7/19/2009
10. Inferno 7/19/2009
11. The Silencer 7/21/2009
12. Soft Trap 7/22/2009
13. Waltzing At The Fleadh 7/23/2009
14. Medugorje 7/24/2009
15. Swan Delight 7/25/2009
16. Vigil 7/27/2009
17. Montmartre 7/31/2009
18. Eyes Of The Glen 8/1/2009
19. Diversion 8/1/2009
20. Sunday Morning 8/6/2009
21. Tailback 8/7/2009
22. Solitude 8/7/2009
23. Overheard 8/7/2009
24. River Fields 8/7/2009
25. Deadlines 8/7/2009
26. Tunes 8/7/2009
27. Our Laughing Cavalier 8/10/2009
28. On His Bike 8/10/2009
29. New Roads 8/10/2009
30. Tom Moon 8/10/2009
31. Land Of The Leachtáns 8/14/2009
32. Totus Tuus-Totally Yours 8/14/2009
33. Seats In The Sun 8/14/2009
34. Thistledown 8/14/2009
35. Sunday Shoes 9/7/2009
36. Cois Laoi 9/30/2009
37. Hurling Hero 10/20/2009
38. Au Pied De La Croix 11/12/2009
39. Snakes Alive 1/17/2010
40. Coming From The Casbah 1/19/2010
Best Poem of Matt Mooney

Always Eighteen

The clearness of a dream
I had in bed last night
Has dimmed at dawn-
I'm awake and looking west,
Its dialogue in a deep sleep
Now almost vanished
In the wash of awakening.

In the dream, so real I swear,
She appeared:
Into my head as I slept she crept:
Always eighteen.
As lovely as I left her
At her father's hearth
And said our last goodbyes
To all the years of my unspoken love.
Love's Labour- I began to say,
(Speaking of the title of a play)
But there she stopped me
In my mid line
To finish it herself this time:
'Love's ...

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Cat On The Street

She closes the door as she steps outside
At the end of her day's designing;
Stooping she greets a cat on the street
Whose bushy tail it exceeds him.
He's thrilled he is at this midnight hour
To meet with a lady of fashion.

While head to head they talk and purr,
Her handbag slung low from her shoulder,

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