Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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PYRAMIDS AND SARCOPHAGI
Why did they spend so much time therein the anteroom of death?What could they prepare?Paper possessions as light as breathwere too heavy for their dead to bearaway from the fire.Why did they keep their eyeson pyramid, tomb and funeral pyre?Even … Continue reading
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All that once was livingpasses through molecular gauzeto filter out the elementsthat conform to the Laws of Physics. And what remainswill float awayand compel another birthin Hell or Higher Heaven worldsor back here on Mother Earth. But what is left … Continue reading
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The season slidesto wind and showersand sharp hot sun(for rare half-hours)and all the worldlays waste its powerspursuing what it cannot own. Then mists and fogs and hazy sunriseships’ dull horns and lazy gull cries. Now blazing heat(bone dry pails)sandy feetsingle … Continue reading
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WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
It was different in the past.Especially in the village. Before you could readBefore there were newspapersBefore there was radioBefore there were telephonesBefore there were filmsBefore there was TVBefore there were computersBefore there were smartphonesBefore there was the endless whisperingof global … Continue reading
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The fiery sun burns downand leaves its reflectionin every bucket of waterand bathing pool. The real sun has its placeleaves no reflectionin every heartof every living thing. .
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AS YOU SOW SO ARE YOU REAPED
So if you seeyou’re hanging on a treeas someone else’s pear,how did you get there? Solitary Rose.How come it doesn’t realiseit’s the one and only?How come it isn’t lonely?Or even a little melancholy? Exemplary Rose! .
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EVEREST (OR NEVER REST?)
Wu-Kih in a deck chair,enjoying the evening sun;contemplates the wonder therethat one and one and one makes One! Sitting on a mountain top,no-one else aroundmind and universe both stop;peace at last is found. Mee-soh struggling up the slopestrives with wit … Continue reading
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Time drifts away,as mist fades on the mountain.The world itself is hardly more real,the living waters springingfrom life’s fountain run dry,leaving discarded bonesbleaching in the sun. There is no moleculebut strives to be the whole(or if it can’t encompass that, … Continue reading
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Can there be a more stirring sightthan a Pride of Gays,like a Pride of Lions. Prowling the main streetsof our great cities! Protected by two linesof the forces of law and orderfrom the big game hunters lurking among the crowds … Continue reading
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Freedom from the Pastis the Present.Freedom from the Futureis the Present. The Presentis a crack that runs through the universe.Into it everything disappearslike snowflakesin a raging furnace. For most peoplethe Presentis a mental spacefilled by memories of the Past,thoughts of … Continue reading
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