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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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POEMS
Poems are diamonds,everywhereembedded in living rock. You see themyou dig them outyou polish them. (Sometimes you don’t see them.) Polish them too much,they break into fragments,blow away,a handful of dust. (Each mote of which is a diamond.) .
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged Bamboo Leaves, diamonds, dust, living, mote, poems, polish, rock
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AFTERNOON TEA AT THE WARNEFORD
Speechreaches outto whisper and shout,praise and curse,across a silent universe;making of molecular vibrationa means of human communication. It wasn’t always quite like this;the groansand moans,the hissand howlsin the warm pre-Cambrian mudwere eloquent enough avowalsof love and hatred, fear and blood. … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged animal, bird, communication, cosmic suffering, dead, farmyard, here, living, mind, Oxford, pre-Cambrian, sensation, silent universe, speech, student halls, Warneford
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MAGDALEN
In the Fellows’ Gardens,past the Deer Park,a willow twists and stretchesout of a brown poollike a giant Nāgatrailing garlands of green lace. Along the avenues of Addison’s Walk,among birch and beech,chestnuts stretch out their brancheslike semaphores,and hang their leaves like … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged Academics, beech, birch, chestnuts, Deer Park, living, Magdalen, Michaelmas, Odysseus, Oxford, Oxford University, World's End
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BREATH
Fine and insubstantial, separating the Living from the Dead. The hairs on your head are numbered; so too the breaths. Preserved or polluted or neglected, it drags us to our unintended goal; the destiny of all we have protected. Disintegration … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged breath, dead, destiny, disintegration, goal, living, whole
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HOMELESS ROYALS
The great gates hang on broken hinges, the temples blaze, the walls are breached; the palaces have all been looted the end of a dynasty has been reached. Those still living have all been taken, women and children have been … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged dream, gold, king, living, palaces, royals, social ladder, temples
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BLONDIN Poems 