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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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ON THE BROKEN AND TRANSCENDED
On the broken and transcendedthe Light shines brightesthaving more shadows to contend withmended. On the dead and transcendedthe Light shines clearest,there is least of all there to contend withtended. Blessed are the Beatitudesfor they bring rest unto the people.If any … Continue reading
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Tagged Beatitudes, blessed, humble, light, meaningful book, newspaper pllatitudes, people, rest, revelations, think, thought
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SHADOWS
We peer into the shadowswhere yesterday’s sunlight glows,trying to capture and holdyesterday’s sunlit gold. We peer into tomorrowto predict and plotwhere that sun will likely go(but where, perhaps, it will not). Today’s sunshine still blazesits disc ever overhead.Past and future … Continue reading
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Tagged darkness, future, land of the dead, light, past, predict, shadows, sunlit gold, today, tomorrow, yesterday
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LIGHTING CANDLES
“If I make merit by doing goodand share it with others,how much will I be left with?” “All of it.” “How can that be?If I have a hundred bahtand share it with you,how much will I have?” “Fifty.” “How so?” … Continue reading
HICKORY DICKORY DOCK
A girl pedals.A boy with the dream of her shirt in his eyerides the metal carrier behind,pressing her feet down with his. An individualist stays within call. My shoe cushions a small Chinese foreheadpressing down her eyesfor money.Another kneels her … Continue reading
MIRROR
I shone a lightinto the mirror of your mind,there was no reflectionand my light disappeared.No recognitionbeyond the blank starethere. .
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged Bamboo Leaves, light, mind, mirror, recognition, reflection
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PURITY
In the dark tabernacle,a shaft of sunlightillumines the heartand shines througha million years of dust. Clouds and clouds of swirlingdustspirallingthrough the lightwhich spills in a golden poolon damp, grey stone and iron rust. When the light movesit does not take … Continue reading
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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Tagged breath, Brian Taylor, dead, death, dreams, eternity, funeral pyre, identity, light, mind, pyramids, sarcophagi, tomb
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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
HALLOWELL
The tide that started flowingall those years agohas eddied roundand doubled back,has shadowed our diverging tracksand monitored their going.It sidles in and splashes at our feetleaving us very little common groundfor if and when we try to meet. Every step … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged absinthe, Brian Taylor, dead blackbird, dead cow, Dorset, Euro Express, Hallowell, light, opium, Painted Veil, sunflowers, tide, Tuscany, Van Gogh
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BLONDIN Poems 