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GARDENER’S NEWS
Newspaper headline in a “Democracy”:PARLIAMENT VERSUS THE PEOPLE Have you noticed how world-wideA versus B situations are becomingmore and more confrontational? Stoking up the fires of hatred and dissatisfactionin more and more areas of human activity. Sport, politics, arms sales.National … Continue reading
JUGGLING
First the left hand, then the right;in each, a ball, in each held tight. When a third comes into view,what exactly will you do? Let it roll past on its way,down the hall and out the door? Or grab it … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged Brian Tayor, cosmic motion, Ego Ego God of the Jungle, empty stage, game, juggling, kinetic cage, sun
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IN MEMORIAM VLADIMIR ILYCH
There are havesand have-nots. The poor are always with us. Sometimes, poverty and sufferingprovoke a great manand there is a revolution. With much blood shed,much sacrifice,much heroism. Afterwards, the country lies wounded. And there are havesand have-nots. имущие и неимущие … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged a great man, blod shed, Blondin, heroism, poverty, revolution, sacrifice, suffering, the poor, Vladimir Ilych
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GET UNSTUCK
Leaves from the Tree of Life;brown and withered,dried with growing old,dislodged by the touch of Time;or green,with veins still swellingwith rising sap,torn free by an untimely wind. What are they,these dancing treasures? The more the tree creates,pushing and buddingout of … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Brian Taylor, Time, Blondin, tree of Life, thoughts, sangsara, whole, hunger, breathing, feeding, get unstuck, dancing treasures
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FOR MOTHER AND CHILD
Why wake him?You woke to nothing,do you think he won’t?Your hand will guide him firmly and away,your lips will teach the nonsense he will say,your sins on himevery day. At best,he’ll pass the testyou failed,but where you wonwill be undone. … Continue reading
BIOGRAPHY
I was bornjust like you. I came fromI knew not wherejust like you. I had the good timesand the bad;was by turnsunhappy and glad(just like you). Till I determined:BE HAPPY ALL THE TIME — Withdrawingfrom I didn’t wantas I wanted. … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
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TRAVEL LOG
When I was very youngthere was something called “Grownups”.(Like dinosaurs they are now “extinct” –the stage after “endangered species”). Occasionally, a Grownup would say,“I was miles away!” We children would look at the Grownupwith wonder.How did he do it without … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Brian Taylor, children, dinosaurs, endangered species, extinct, gROWNUPS, travel
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MAN INVENTS
Man invents and Man becomesthe slave of his invention –Time-clock invention.Maintenance and breakdown.Marriage the chains of Marital Fidelity.Governments and the lawsof taxes and repression.Medical Science and the slaveryof Pharmaceutical Propaganda.Money. Clothing, the Tyranny of Brand Names,clothing factories for Indian children.Agriculture … Continue reading
MON SEMBLABLE
Look for it, you will not find.Flee it, you cannot escape.It shines, unbidden in your mind,is both the shadow and the shape.You cannot hold, or change or lose it.You cannot welcome or refuse it.You did not make or break or … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, Brian Taylor, cannot escape it, choose it, look for it, mind, mon semblable, shadow, shines, you
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COMPUTER TEMPLES
The Faith Homes of the World,Buddhist, Moslem, Christian,have acquired spiritual bolt-onsbuilt by enterprising entrepreneurswhose Collection Boxesfunnel the money into handsthat have slipped in between the sheets. Thou shalt not kill(but needst not striveofficiously to keep alive.) Thou shalt not eat … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged animals, apocalypse, Buddhist, Christian, default settings, FAITH, money, Moslem, Moth and Rust, mullah, poor, priest, security, Vatican
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BLONDIN Poems 