Brian Taylor Poems

Ethics is the highest science,
concerned with survival,
not merely knowall.
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The great Bailey wall
keeps the outside out.

Inside, the silence settles
...

Whirling round the gulf of Thailand
tugging at the coasts and high land
blowing red dust at the sky
to choke the nose and sting the eye
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The furze and bracken
is browned and a little battered.
The Michaelmas daisies
and brambles shine in the September sun.
...

Phuket is blessed with the
HAPPY TOOTH DENTAL CLINIC,
which offers Preventative Dentistry
and Pediatric Dentistry.
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By the Temple Gate
macaques lie in wait.
They squabble and fight,
like chickens, for the bananas
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The Unquiet Dead
seek their Peace
on the ever-spinning Wheel,
within a world where they just lease
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Pushing up,
amongst rust-brown
and green furze,
glowing blue from within,
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In the Jungle of the World
and the Tangle of the Senses
we build us huts of mud and heartache
and make (and mend) our fragile fences.
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The young
cannot believe that the old
were young
once.
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