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matthew bottomley
a blog — poems, haiku and pure fiction, of the insanity and sanity that is life
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poems and free verse
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A personal journey through insanity to sanity in today’s ‘mad’ world. My magnum opus.
A personal journey through insanity to sanity in today’s ‘mad’ world. My magnum opus.
There are days when I think I maybe losing the battle, a battle I have no desire to fight, not by life’s current rules: he who dares wins…
Matthew Bottomley
Aug 21, 2020
Life
Life
Is that it? Is that all you’ve got? Have you truly taken Your Best Shot! Because I can take it! I can hold it in anger I can contain it…
Matthew Bottomley
May 27, 2020
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The Taste of Civility
The Taste of Civility
So bitter so foul I spit it out my revulsion lies in the cancerous perfection that ruined man
Matthew Bottomley
Jun 3, 2021
the bubbling brook
the bubbling brook
of thoughts flowing to the sea
Matthew Bottomley
Apr 21, 2021
The Golden Rule
The Golden Rule
the wildflower and the gilded lily
Matthew Bottomley
Apr 13, 2021
Words
Words
Words start life as empty bottles that get filled over time some develop like fine wines and malt whiskies some are blended and diluted to…
Matthew Bottomley
Apr 10, 2021
the bubble of my mind
the bubble of my mind
I live in a bubble a bubble I once blew made of soap and water and the eyes of a child a world made for one for one and for all
Matthew Bottomley
Mar 20, 2021
pure thought of being — enraptured
pure thought of being — enraptured
to release pure thought would surely take the mind of God the biggest of bangs full of fire and fury a bird on the wing the swell of the…
Matthew Bottomley
Mar 15, 2021
To Sleep; To Dream
To Sleep; To Dream
when it is cold outside let us if but for a moment sleep beneath the stars
Matthew Bottomley
Mar 13, 2021
Whispers in the wind
Whispers in the wind
I feel things
Matthew Bottomley
Feb 11, 2021
Death
Death
If death were a a game I would not hide, I would not seek No Death, I shall not look for you fore I know, in time, you will come for me…
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 29, 2020
Words of love, of things left unsaid
Words of love, of things left unsaid
The words, that fall from my lips miss their mark, leaving behind the void of things unsaid
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 18, 2020
My Mouth, My Soul, Parched
My Mouth, My Soul, Parched
the monsoon I need to quench my thirst
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 16, 2020
Respect~the money-go-round?
Respect~the money-go-round?
People talk seldom listen ears in search of scorn
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 16, 2020
Freedom ~ Mourned
Freedom ~ Mourned
Would you mourn for me? as you strip me bare? as you rake my back? as you nail your colour to moments past?
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 13, 2020
Matt Exploded
Matt Exploded
big bangs and rip tides; Matt’s world — top and tailed
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 11, 2020
More Thoughts From the Wildflower…
More Thoughts From the Wildflower…
a poem, a verse, a collection of words about life
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 10, 2020
Thoughts Echoing Through Time
Thoughts Echoing Through Time
the beauty of chaotic order
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 9, 2020
On Bend~ed Knee
On Bend~ed Knee
Over four years on…
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 7, 2020
Hope|Or No?
Hope|Or No?
of fists raised and middle fingers
Matthew Bottomley
Sep 5, 2020
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