Matt Mooney Poems

I am a bear
(Though
I'm only five) .
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At Tamarama

I listen to the throb of the waves
On Tamarama beach,
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My flock of padding sheep I'm droving,
Driving down the bóithrín way;
Having drunken dip-day memories,
High on heat and crazing smells.
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The red sun has risen on the earth's rim
Over the sands of Saudi Arabia,
Climbing through the clouds
As our Etihad flight from Dublin
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My wife is in Malta.
Egypt has erupted
In a bloodless coup.
Quake in Christchurch
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Bend down and gather up neat swathes of corn,
Follow on the man with the scythe in the morn;
Binding every sheaf tight with a band of its own
And remembering the spring when it was sown:
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On the edge of Ireland
Feeling safe at sunset
As we shiver for Japan
In chaos and in terror:
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To start a two way conversation
One only needs a little initiation
For we all love communication.
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Far away, over the ocean wide,
Beyond by far the dim horizon,
Little blue waves wash inland;
Caressing the golden sands,
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Seated at the entrance to an alley,
A music man on a shopping mall
Played his own plaintive melody
On a fine tuned Romanian fiddle
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