Brian Taylor Poems

Nobody will hear you dead.
It may be
in time
someone will remember
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A tree climbed over the wall
to give us its shade and its cool
and asked for nothing back at all.
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There can be no more stirring sight
than a Pride of Gays
prowling the main streets of our great cities!
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Delivered from the Cross
with all the authority
of the Saviour of the World
at the precise moment
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There’s a lot to be said for a balanced world,
stable and well-fenced-in,
that plays early that prays late
and industriously fills the within.
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The road humped over the hill and dipped
and out of politeness we dipped too
and didn’t go as the butterfly did
straight across and into the view.
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"In and out the windows
as we have done before."

Moving in and out of being
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Looking with dispassion,
with equanimity,
doesn't it shine brighter than a thousand suns?
The broken wing,
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Wind blows.
Rattled an invocation
two thousand years old
from bronze temple bells.
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Here the descendants of Bosworth Field
built their Eden from forest, bracken, heath;
bred partridge, pheasant, boar and deer,
then cast their shadow of darkening fear,
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