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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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WAVES
Time drifts away,as mist fades on the mountain.The world itself is hardly more substantial.The living water springingfrom life’s fountain runs dry,leaving discarded bonesbleaching in the sun. Molecules of arms and legs and brainare rebels all and would be free againand … Continue reading
WEEKEND PEOPLE
Though the weekend peopleleave it all behind,when they sit down quietlyit’s all there in their mind. And though they leave their footprintsto commemorate their stay,when the cosmic tide comes in,it washes them away. The sand, the rocks, the buildingsthough private … Continue reading
WAR OR PEACE
War breaks outin the land of the golden calfor in the columnsof the Daily Telegraph. Peace is found in cloister or hearthin intervals of waror the exhausted aftermath. Whateverdeclarations of waror articles of peaceare signed,they flowfrom the labyrinthine meanderingof the … Continue reading
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“AMERICA, AMERICA”, DONALD TRUMP!
We raised our hats to you, Mr Lincoln.We believed every word that you said.And when life spilled into darknessin a night of theatre,we believed, even though you were dead. From the decay that was Europe, we sent you our sonsto … Continue reading
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Tagged Abraham Lincoln, Africa, America, Asia, Blondin, commies, dead redskins, Donald Trump, Europe, free, freedom, Germany, God, Ireland, Lord's Prayer, promise, Russia, theatre, vote
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DIAMOND MOUNTAIN
Wind blows.Rattles an invocationtwo thousand years oldfrom bronze temple bells. Brushes a susurrusfrom ten thousand oak leaves.Draws from their branchesthe moaning of two hundred year old wood,the dry sound of a long-forgotten oboe. Causes a seventy year old manon a … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, Diamond Mountain, eternal silence, eternity, mountain, oak leaves, oboe, small bird, temple bells
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ETERNITY
Looking with dispassion,with equanimity,doesn’t it shine brighter than a thousand suns?The broken wing,the severed finger,the uncompleted life;‘the smyler with the knife’,the smell of fear,spirochaetes, viruses and germsand the ever-chewing sepulchral worms? And don’t we see a thousand times and morethat … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, death, dispassion, equanimity, eternal, eternity, Evermore, fear, Heaven, past, sepulchral worms
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