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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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SHELL
The great doors swingon noiseless hingesoiled by the tearsof a thousand years,keeping the outside out. The doors are the doorsof the heart’s desires,trying to possess the eternal fires,trying to keep the sun in. .
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Tagged Blondin, doors, eternal fires, heart's desires, outside, possess, Shell, sun, tears, years
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BLONDIN
Everyman is Blondin.Every lifetime a rope,finer than a spider’s thread,sharper than a sword,stretched between birth and death(breath and breath)across Niagara. .
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Tagged birth, Blondin, breath, death, Everyman, lifetime, Niagara
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PLUS ÇA CHANGE
The world still pilesstorm on storm,(though happiness remains the norm.) The spider mind spinsthought on thought (and in its own web still is caught.) The sun (still)shinesin a bucket of water(and doesn’tgetwet). .
HIM AND HER AND THEM
A bare chestis a cooler wayon a hot daythan a string vest. Her husband’s pain’s a sword.And, again,though she sees and feels for himand keeps her loveand cooks his meals for him,she is bored. It’s hard to be freeno matter … Continue reading
MAKE AN EFFORT
Matter is always inert;dense shadowy stuffthat resists the shining. Leave the puppetto its own devicesand how will it everget out of its box? Who then is thereto make an effort?And with what forcefrom where obtained? The child, the kitten, the … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, child, deity, EFFORT, energy, enthusiasm, growing older, inert, kitten, matter, puppy, shining
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NO EXIT
Oh Lord, I have terrifiedmy soul at your graveyardswhere the spirits of your peoplethought to restfor an over-flowering morningto recall the world in,regale themselves with memories in,tremble in the glory of their soulsat what they please to call your throne.And … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, contemplation, deaths, delight, deterrent, footprint, God, grace, graves, graveyards, infinite divinity, knot, Lord, memories, silence, souls, spirits
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THE HAPPIEST OLD
The happiest oldhave nothing and don’t mind.The happiest youngare old before their time.Few these. The others are behind their years,suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fearsinto their twenties,and in their fortieshave appetitefor sins of twenty. But not the bite. .
TO THE BELIEVERS IN OUR GOVERNMENTS
Do you really think the othersare any less stupid than you? All history is prejudiced and gossipy,all science misuse of the misunderstood. But nobody waits to understand.There is no timejump onuse ityou can’t refuse itit’ll make you happywhatsitmatter whatitsfor? A … Continue reading
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Tagged bad luck, believers, Blondin, bomb, civilisation, gossipy, governments, happy, history, no time, prejudiced, science, understand, use it
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TRAVEL LIGHT
The Mousethat scuttles down the bankacross the bricksand back again,carries no walletand all its baggageis in the simplicityof its brain. The Bird that slidesacross the windhas left its briefcasein a former life,together with its houseits mortgage(and its wife). The Beetle … Continue reading
JUDGE NOT, THAT YE BE NOT JUDGED
Long Wig up on his High Chairstares at Long Hair standing therebelow him in the dock.‘I cannot deviate from the Law,’he says, glancing at the clock.‘This is my decision.Six months without remission.Oh, and yes, with hard labour.’ ‘Decision’ ‘Remission’ ‘Hard … Continue reading
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Tagged all-seeing eye, Blondin, Daily Telegraph, Hard labour, humour, Judge not, Knighthood, law, neighbour, obituary, retired, Yama
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BLONDIN Poems 