You did what a true father should
Though you didn't get any pay.
You would do anything you could
To get my car started that day.
I was working the graveyard shift.
The days that my car wouldn't start,
You would use your God-given gift
By... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 20 Views added 1 month ago
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In that chapel,
There was a small
Piece of paper
Like 3×5,
On it the most
Perfect of prayers.
I read it, but
It didn't have
Enough info
On front or back
So I went to
A bookstore and
Ordered the book,
'Jesus Appeals
To The World' now
I... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 9 Views added 1 month ago
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I will let the world,
See what I look like.
As l dress up my
Poem looking in
The paper, until
Every letter is
To a T, word for
Word in all respects.
I'll comb my title,
By making sure my
Body is in top
Form daily leaving
A name for... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 7 Views added 1 month ago
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There isn't any day
Or any kind of time,
In Heaven why I pray,
Every day and write rhyme.
Others live day by day,
Here 24/7.
Way I live pray by pray,
When I get to Heaven.
A Poet with his Muse,
Actual one I am.
It is prayers that I use... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 9 Views added 1 month ago
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Our garbage man's truck died.
I'm sad with all my heart
And the driver he tried,
But it just wouldn't start.
The owner who I know
Lives on the other street.
I watched the driver go
Up my road on two feet.
I do not have a car,
Fixing... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 8 Views added 1 month ago
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As I watch their trash sag,
Single dad and his kid,
A cat was in their bag.
On his ground is the lid.
My next door neighbor's kid
Is a decent boy, but
He didn't check the lid
To make sure it was shut.
The boy catches the bus.
Dad holds... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 15 Views added 1 month ago
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I kind of have a frown,
But when I walk in there,
Her store her hair is down.
All I can do is stare.
She's a sight to behold,
So much beauty within,
Though how hot or how cold;
I am there with a grin.
It's getting pretty rough.
She's... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 10 Views added 1 month ago
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She is manager there,
Store in back for awhile.
She has come out, her hair
Down all I do is smile.
An Indian Princess
Is what she is to me,
And I have to confess.
Her, I can't wait to see.
Right at the very start,
Though the store had a... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 23 Views added 1 month ago
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I go into her store,
India lady there,
To see her more and more;
All I do is just stare.
There is so much beauty,
In her eyes so much love.
She wears jeans that booty,
Can't take my eyes off of.
She is truly my friend,
Still from the... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 24 Views added 1 month ago
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Cardiomyopathy (Heart
Failure), hernia dropped between
My legs, and this Prostate Cancer
Stage 4 which is like three in one.
I had hernia surgery .
I can't complain about it at
All 'cause God has been good to me,
All the way up to sixty-five.... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 7 Views added 1 month ago
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You don't want to because,
At first you need to think,
Though somebody else does;
"I'm not going to drink."
You planned not doing it,
Hearing that beer can pop.
They all know that you quit.
You pray someday they'll stop.
You guit for... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 9 Views added 1 month ago
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Over fourteen dollars
An hour like on a check.
Nobody here hollers;
"Underpaid," what the heck.
We thank God for it all,
Every single penny,
More than cashier in Mall;
Stockers, others many.
We are sixty-seven
And we have a routine,
... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 19 Views added 1 month ago
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Almost seventy,
What is called working
Your ass off, is when
You're on the throne you,
Stain the... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 8 Views added 1 month ago
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There's a house down the road,
Boys and girls in and out.
Mom with a heavy load,
Sometimes I hear her shout
They do not go to school
Always playing hookey
By acting like a fool
And getting some nooky.
One had a can of beer.
They are... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 8 Views added 1 month ago
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Bee, a Poet
Words are swarming
About the dream
In a drawer
Egging along
In each poem,
As the bee's wax
Is just storing
A honey of
A million words.
Do not open,
You will get... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 7 Views added 1 month ago
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Congestive Soul Failure,
He was diagnosed with
In 1983.
He wrote his first poem.
This GQ had to pump
Life into his body
To get his Muse to come
Up to him, way she did.
In 1988,
God sent this Bard his Muse.
For forty-one years he
Hasn't... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 14 Views added 1 month ago
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With your hand,
You stick this
Pen into
A letter
To get ink,
To come out
To fill that
Poem up,
For the... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 7 Views added 1 month ago
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With your hand,
You stick this
Pen into
A letter
To get ink,
To come out
To fill that
Poem up,
For the... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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You ain't got a prayer.
Jesus, you don't call.
I am always there
Praying for you all.
Don't at all worry.
I won't ever guit.
I say; "They're sorry,
God they don't mean it.
My first word, Jesus
I will always say,
Still for all of us;
... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 19 Views added 1 month ago
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I stretch the sheet
With every word
Flexing for the
Reader to see,
Everyday but
The idea
Cannot be seen;
Unless, it's flexed
By the... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 26 Views added 1 month ago
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He pulls off his page
So she can see words
That she never saw
Before in her life
Over his poem.
Letters are showing,
Because he flexes
Every single word,
That's bulging out of
This poem... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 9 Views added 1 month ago
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They shove Work in my face
And always cut me down.
When they get on my case,
I simply drive to town.
They give me a weird look,
But they don't understand.
A pen and a notebook,
I carry in my hand.
So if they start to curse,
I will just... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 12 Views added 1 month ago
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I never felt a colder day,
When I sat next to my dad's grave.
No matter what I couldn't stay
Warm but I just had to be brave.
I had to sit next to my mom
And Lorraine on the other side,
While all of the others would come
And sit behind us,... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 11 Views added 1 month ago
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I have to confess,
Times already hard,
You can't help homeless
With a credit card.
Bank's name can be found,
But In God We Trust,
Will not be around;
Anymore coins rust.
No more coin or bill,
In God We Trust gone.
Chip on that card... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 36 Views added 2 months ago
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Angels and Saints beathe prayer,
When they are in Heaven
Like us humans do air,
Here 24/7.
More prayers we send above
Keeps the Holy alive.
What helps us breathe Christ love,
When His Saint's prayers arrive.
The angels have been there
... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 9 Views added 2 months ago
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What this wall will do,
Is give me great peace
Seeing my nephew
And first two, each niece.
I don't have a kid.
They were like my own
By the things we did.
Now they are all grown.
Yes, I taught all three,
How to swim and drive.
This... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 8 Views added 2 months ago
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The best I'm showing
To Jesus above,
Is that God knowing
Holy Souls I love.
Releasing those Souls
In Purgatory,
From those burning coals,
God all the glory.
There a better way,
Than showing God's love
And to always pray
To Jesus... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 18 Views added 2 months ago
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Bailing people out
Is the thing to do,
But without a doubt
Is it helping you.
There's a better way.
It's a guarantee
And that is to pray
To God, Almighty.
He knows what is best
For that certain one,
Way more than the rest,
Though... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 6 Views added 2 months ago
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I have laid my head,
Right by the window
Lying in my bed;
Grandma years ago.
Where grandma would pray
In her rocking chair,
Every single day,
Every single prayer.
With those beads that's why
In her rocking chair,
Forty-eight years I
... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 10 Views added 2 months ago
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Path, a Poet's feat takes
Which is at first bare, lead
On loose sheets of paper
Small, wide and college ruled
Index cards, legal pads.
Poet's feat wearing, pen
First step kind of inky
In the write direction
Heading into notebooks,
That pile... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 27 Views added 2 months ago
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I put the ink
Over my thoughts,
As it covers
It with a... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 6 Views added 2 months ago
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We don't at all talk,
Eighty-five years old,
All I do is walk;
To door in the cold.
Age sixty-seven,
I will be this year,
Doing what Heaven
Wants prayers in God's ear.
Newspaper I get
From road to her door,
So she won't get wet,
There... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 35 Views added 2 months ago
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When a Poet turns
Basketball into
A poem, when a
Poet turns pumping
Iron into a
Poem, and when a
Poet turns a crop
Into a poem;
They must have truly
A passion for... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 10 Views added 2 months ago
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Paper is my skin
And the ink is blood
Flowing deep within
As ideas... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 13 Views added 2 months ago
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That idea tossed
And turned last night in
My sleep how I know
When I was making
My poem the sheet
Was kind of... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 4 Views added 2 months ago
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A pen shovels
The sheet apart
And keys bulldoze
The sheet away,
While the page melts
'cause that color
Of ink absorbs
The idea
To the poem,
More clearing it
For you to... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 5 Views added 2 months ago
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I squeeze some ink
Out of the pen
Over my itch
So it will not
Become a rash,
But does it work.
No I go to
My typewriter,
That says I need
A computer
Which will x-ray
Every... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 12 Views added 2 months ago
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A pen hoses down
The paper making
Every letter grow
Into many words,
But another type,
A sprinkler which works
At quick intervals
You don't have to... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 4 Views added 2 months ago
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I am filling my page.
As I put the paper
Up to a lighted lamp
Though it's back is toward me,
I see all my mistakes.
When the light shines on them,
They can truly be seen.
It's hard for others to
See them from a distance
Without the lighted... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 16 Views added 2 months ago
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That ink comes to a boil.
Letters stuck together
In each word of the page.
I take my pen to break
Them up a conductor
Of the idea which
Is taken out quickly
Before it has a chance,
In a way to burn me.
As my pen stirs the ink,
It lays... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 33 Views added 2 months ago
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Poems are now,
Cookie-cutter.
There are hardly
Any drafts. You
Can't be yourself,
No more built with,
Hands only with
Certain... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 25 Views added 2 months ago
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I'm living on the line,
Because I am line smart
I've survived by holding,
Pens traversing each line,
Pushing every notebook,
Feeding off of each word;
Bard about... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 40 Views added 2 months ago
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Her poem's back
Is facing me.
She is nothing,
But page and lines
And her title
Is almost bald.
There are hardly
Any letters
To make a word,
Only a few
Punctuation
Marks have popped up
There has to be
Something wrong with
Her ink... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 29 Views added 2 months ago
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A red corvette traveling along the square
With her headlights on low beam
Speeding as fuel races through her engine.
Then the bright lights clicked impulsively.
The red corvette's headlights hit head on
Into a green GTX which stands there
... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 26 Views added 2 months ago
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Satan runs
The red light,
As Jesus
Waits for it
To turn green,
While we are
Approaching
The yellow
Light daily
Which is life
Traveling
Along the
... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 12 Views added 2 months ago
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When I approach this paper
I want every word to come
Together to the surface
Waiting for me with my pen
In hand by knowing that this
Poet will come every day
With ink that's thrown on the page... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 15 Views added 2 months ago
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A poem approaches
Another in a book,
He's a bundle of words.
Ink rushes downward through
Their letters, her title
Smacks against his while she
Looks straight into his I's
To see if they're dotted
And all his T's are crossed
With... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 49 Views added 2 months ago
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A pen descends,
Rescuing each
Word from the page,
While struggling for
That idea. ... – by Robert Mattingly | 12 Views added 3 months ago
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The final game is the poem.
The pen bounces on the paper
As the ink perspires at the point
Sweating out every thought to guard
Against all of the offensive
Words with a few lines left to go
And the thought is ticking away
With the complete... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 0 Views added 3 months ago
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Still don't know who were
Those kids I could see
Until I saw her
Card she made for me.
Her name Dominique
She said touch that light
From ceiling she would peek
At me as I'd write,
On that old chalkboard
Subteacher real tall
I thought... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 41 Views added 3 months ago
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Bard will make love to
His muse the write way.
Loving what God has
Let her do to him.
They are pen to page,
Every curve of his
Pen over her page.
He can poem her,
Looking write at him,
There every morning,
Pen kissing the page
Like... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 22 Views added 3 months ago
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The poem that left me
I will never forget
When I was all alone
Early in the morning
This poem came to me
Perfect in every way.
I could not ask for more
The dream a man would want
Right in front of my eyes,
But the poem is gone
I will... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 15 Views added 4 months ago
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I cultivate my sheet
My paper is faced in
Different directions
And sizes in the world,
As I disseminate
Ideas into words
In rows along the sheet,
Which takes days, weeks, or months
The critics eat away
At every single word,
But character... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 29 Views added 4 months ago
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As I fill my page,
For ink to lather,
There must be pressure
Coming from the... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 20 Views added 4 months ago
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The final game is the poem.
The pen bounces on the paper,
As the ink perspires at the point
Sweating out every thought to guard
Against all of the offensive
Words with a few lines left to go
And the thought is ticking away
With the complete... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 27 Views added 4 months ago
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I stretch the sheet
With every word
Flexing for the
Reader to see
Everyday but
The idea
Cannot be seen,
Unless it is flexed
By the... – by Robert J. Mattingly | 72 Views added 4 months ago
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The Chief of every line,
I run that whole paper,
not one word will take off
without my signature,
directing words in books.
I can take any word
apart and I mean put
it write back together,
a Poet with Mind Craft,
backbone of... – by Robert Joseph Mattingly | 27 Views added 4 months ago
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