Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: mine
In the Beginning(or perhaps a little later)there was I. And then, because I was lonely,there was me. And we got on like a house on fire!And, so that we could have something in common,there was mine.And we got on like … Continue reading
Round and round the Circle Linein endless pursuit of me and mine. Familiar scenes go hurtling past,each new vision much like the last;grief and suffering, hate and paincoming round and round again. Where are the stops where the doors slide … Continue reading
There is no time in Paradise! Do not worry. Do not hurry. If the kettle is too small it will not spoil it to fill it twice and boil it. There is no time in Paradise. Until they count the … Continue reading
The waves come tumbling, hiss and roar, the southwest wind begins its blow. The old grey fisherman on the shore stares at each billow and asks once more, “Tell me, which one’s Joe?” The lettuces stand in rows quite straight, … Continue reading