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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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RAINER MARIA RILKE
Fallen Angelsdream of blissand wonder howthat led to this. Lotus risesfrom the mud,spirit casedin flesh and blood. .
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Tagged Rilke, spirit, Blondin, dream, bliss, Fallen angels, Lotus, fleah and blood
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BLONDIN
“Blondin” is a like a large box of tasty organic delicacies, which you dip in and out of at your leisure – not something to be attempted at one sitting. The poems deal with many facets of life, from glimpses of the cosmic, to the scent of the breeze on a local Cornish lane. Whatever your taste- whether it be wit, insight, or the Tao, you’ll find something to engage you. Continue reading
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Tagged atheist, Blondin, Book Reviews, Buddhist, deathless, eternal springs, good and evil, good friend, humour, insight, Now, organic, Oxford, poetry, Tao, Truth, verse, wit
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“DEGREES WE KNOW UNKNOWN IN DAYS BEFORE, THE LIGHT IS GREATER, HENCE THE SHADOWS MORE”
In the search for thornless rosesand the perfect apple pie,many a question posesand many reasons why. Seedless grapes are on the plate(though cloudless summers have to wait).They’ll cut your leg off without pain(though Abel still meets brother Cain). There are … Continue reading
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Tagged birth, Blondin, cloudless summers, heavens, House of Islam, Melville, roses, snake-less Edens, sun, tattoo
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JUPITER SPINS
Jupiter spins, they say, three times as fastas earth and thus enjoys a shorter day.They say the sun will grow and then, at last,burn up the planets which lie in its way. They say, the universe is growingor perhaps has … Continue reading
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Tagged black holes, Blondin, cosmic nothingness, Jupiter, one dies, planets, space, sun, telescopes, universe
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AMERICA, AMERICA
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 escape from … Continue reading
VIEWPOINTS
At Tha Thua they sweat,eat ice, jump in river.At Whitsands we’re wet,wear coats and just shiver. At noon, garlic toast is a must.Half-an-hour later it tastes just like dust. Our viewpoints change to meet new dataas smart clothes adjust to … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, dog with mange, garlic toast, hot sun, pain, pleasure, survive, viewpoints
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THE PAINTED VEIL
Millions of bubbles; bubbles, bubbles. Bubbles.Who could have thoughtso smallwould be curse of all,and source of allour troubles? Microscopic seedsencasing nuclei of fire. Each germinates and breedssubtle filaments of desire. Desire slides in and overpowers,making our best intentions fail.It weaves … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, Bubbles, desire, empty, fire, Gnomonic Verses, Painted Veil, see, seeds, silent, thought, troubles
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