Brian Taylor Poems

Gossip and slander
is pouring water
on the earth.
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Abraham Lincoln,
may his name be blessed,
has risen from his place of rest
fearing that America is sinking
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Formerly the Lahu were in Yunnan.
Now they have brought their black teeth and black cotton,
their smell of stale sweat and wood smoke
to places like Doi Angkhang.
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Christ Church meadow
is awash with driving rain
and a wind, which bites the skin
and chills the blood within.
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Jingle bells. Jingle bells
Jingle all the way.
Oh what fun it is to ride
On a one horse open sleigh!
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“If I make merit by doing good
and share it with others,
how much will I be left with? ”
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Going out there is no other
coming back there is no trace.
As Eternity comes nearer-clearer,
the brackets themselves have a smaller place.
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The splendour of a hundred kings
fades like the bloom on a butterfly’s wings.
The meanest flower that blows
goes the same way the forest goes.
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Why did they spend so much time there
in the anteroom of death?
What could they prepare?
Paper possessions as light as breath
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What They died for
has not survived
their sacrifice.
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