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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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OWN GOAL
Cast up on a desert island,hut to be erected,food to be found. Making something I can call ‘my land’to protect and be protectedon my own ground. Another somewhereto be hot and cold in.A here (or there)to be young (grow old) … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, Cosmic Mole, desert island, footprints, my land, Now, Own Goal, seagulls
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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
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged friends, future, global gossip, Hey? Mrs Robinson?, Imagination's Daughters, neighbours, Now, past, present, TV
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TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
The pulling string,which is Time’s tether,bringsand bindsall thingstogetherin the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been deadthese thirty years or moreand yet her voice is boughtand sold in any CD store. Yesterday and tomorrow,mingled joy and sorrow,are raw material … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged autumn laughter, dream, dreams, Hamlet, here, infinite space, joy, king, Now, present, sorrow, Time
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WHICHEVER
Whichever path you followyou will always end up here;and neverover there. And hereis always now;neveryesterdayor tomorrow. .
HERE (AND NOW)
Clusters of English “unofficial” roseshave climbed the fence to face the sun.Each in its crimson finery supposesthat it, alone, is the only one. Honeysuckle tangles with its vagrancebramble and lavender, rose and gorse,fills the still air with its golden fragrancethere … Continue reading
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Tagged foxgloves, Gnomonic Verses, gorse, here, honeysuckle, lavender, living world, Now, roses, shamrock
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BLONDIN
“Blondin” is a like a large box of tasty organic delicacies, which you dip in and out of at your leisure – not something to be attempted at one sitting. The poems deal with many facets of life, from glimpses of the cosmic, to the scent of the breeze on a local Cornish lane. Whatever your taste- whether it be wit, insight, or the Tao, you’ll find something to engage you. Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged atheist, Blondin, Book Reviews, Buddhist, deathless, eternal springs, good and evil, good friend, humour, insight, Now, organic, Oxford, poetry, Tao, Truth, verse, wit
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HERE IS NOW
Here exists in SpaceNow exists in Time,so how can they be the same? New York exists in America (space).New York exists at five o’clock (time)(say the Americans).But you can’t sayNew York IS five o’clock or New York IS America!(unless you … Continue reading
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Tagged America, bliss, butterfly, Chaos, consciousness, Egyptians, Gnomonic Verses, here, Hindus, New York, Now, sat-chit-ananda, space, Time
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WAVE MAN
For the waves that chatter on and on,and the waves that “go with the flow”,the ocean is still there,deep and still to the very seabed. Wave-Man is here all the time.His dreams come and go,sometimes it seems frenetically.What matters is, … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, Ego, Gnomonic Verses, go with the flow, here, Now, ocean, Wave Man, you
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LEARNING
Learning out and learning inboth from now and here begin. Going back to change the clockyesterday’s secrets will not unlock. Writing plans on your diary’s pagemakes nothing happen (except old age). Singing old songs,reciting old parts,rights no wrongs,breeds more false … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, clock, diary, false starts, here, learning, Now, old age, Oxford, Oxford Blues, plans, secrets
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