Poetry Blog by Matt (2017)
louisgarcia on Why Does School Make Me? (Thu, 14 Sep 2017 11:10 am)
Frances Macaulay Forde on Pin (Tue, 7 Mar 2017 02:56 am)
on Pin (Mon, 6 Mar 2017 09:23 am)
on I (Mon, 9 Jan 2017 02:34 pm)
elPintor on Nothing's Left but it's Alright (Fri, 19 Aug 2016 10:40 pm)
Matt... get up
Not in an angry tone, but in that slightly disappointed tone that your mum uses. The tone I use to myself at times like this.
But how shall I "get up"?
Do I simply climb off this sofa and clean up that Lego my kids left?
Seems so... basic...
Or is this something else?
Does "get up" mean I need to "get" something that's missing from me? And what is this "up" anyw...
Monday 5th June 2017 12:04 am
He said to type into Google "why does school make me"
Search results -
Why does school make me...
Educating the mind without the heart is no education at all. Aristotle
The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education. Martin Luther King, Jr....
Saturday 1st April 2017 9:26 am
Here's a pin.
I know this pin is tiny,
Much smaller than me,
Not capable of moving without my help.
I'm aware of all those things.
When I talk about the pin;
When I hold the pin;
When I show others the pin;
When others hold the pin;
I show my awareness,
This is just a pin.
I show this because I'm afraid.
Not just of the pin...
Monday 6th March 2017 12:05 am
This repetitious revery is fluffy and flowery but LOVE is REAL...
It's formed by us and fitted to our forms. By us. But its form is defined and real.
It may have started off as fluffy as the air we breathe, filled with light and butterflies. But now it's mostly solid. It fits to me and fits to you and it doesn't float away when you blow it. It has weight and substance.
I think real love is a p...
Monday 13th February 2017 6:05 pm
Not a poem, more of a short story/random meandering thought
We're stood on a blacked out highway going to who knows where. A floodlight shines on a group of workmen in road, slow. A passive aggressive sign says "Slow, My Daddy works in here". Gaz, Frank and Jim are gathered under the floodlight.
"That bloody lads dad never worked ere! That's bosses lad!"
"Anyway, what's this ...
Monday 9th January 2017 2:33 pm
First poem in ages, playing about with a vowel trick
I'm trying t' find my ID.
I think I'm missing it.
This bright, shining light,
It's hiding in my blindsight.
I'm swimming in mist,
Trying t' find ... "I"
First I'm living
In my crib;
Flitting my crib,
Crying, whiny twit, missing bitty,
With stinky kids, kicking kitty.
I'm missing m...
Monday 9th January 2017 2:30 pm