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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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LOVE THOU THE ROSE BUT LEAVE IT ON ITS STEM
How odd that humans choose to hide their sexwith clothes they have derived from plantsand so disguise them. And yet they cut from plants their sex(which they call flowers)and stick them in rose bowls and vases,put them on showand highly prize them! … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged flowers, Gnomonic Verses, humour, love, plants, rose, satire, sex
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ASHES TO ASHES
Mingled dust of privet and rose petalsswept by the windgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of the wall. Mingled dust of hopes and memoriesswept by the mindgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of us all. .
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Tagged ashes to ashes, empty spaces, Gnomonic Verses, hopes, memories, mind, privet, rose
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TREASURES ON EARTH, TREASURES IN HEAVEN
The scent of the rosefades in the dry airand the roses themselvesshrivel and fall. The Rose Garden toosuccumbs to the developerand his high-rise flatswhich brush against the sky. Red bricks give wayto changing architectural fashionor a motorwayor a bomb. And … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, cling, dust, God, heart, Heaven, intercosmic, polar ice, rose, space, throne, treasures on earth, you
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SPRING
This spring-tide was not somethingto excite the sensesbut an overflowing of the heart.Pure joy.‘Love thou the rose but leave it on its stem.’ An overflowing of the heartwhich sees its images,reflected everywhere,existing nowherebut in itself. Always the sun shinesin Portsonachon,in … Continue reading
11th HOUR, 11th DAY, 11th MONTH
November Rose. Pink and white and mauve. Solitary, still, among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown. The first frosts have frozen the short grass. Spring and summer are memories, midwinter an echo in reverse. November Rose … Continue reading
RIGHT VIEW
To the rose the garden disappears. To the garden the rose withers away. (If you were the gardener, what would you say?) Trace it all back as far as you can from where it is now to where it began. From … Continue reading
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Tagged footprints, garden, gateways, mind, Right View, rose, sensation, shine
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