David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

David Taylor Poems

1. Life In Shadow Land 12/5/2006
2. Patience 1/4/2007
3. Happy New Year 1/4/2007
4. What Is That? 1/30/2007
5. Tea Time 2/23/2007
6. Painful Poetry 3/1/2007
7. Guiding Moments 3/1/2007
8. Dark Dawn 3/3/2007
9. Getting High 4/22/2007
10. Rest 4/23/2007
11. Doggerel? 4/25/2007
12. Mixed Feelings 4/26/2007
13. Sand, Tears And Time 5/10/2007
14. Skin Deep 5/13/2007
15. Poor? 5/14/2007
16. Poem Number One-Eight-One 5/14/2007
17. Missing You 5/14/2007
18. No Moss? 5/23/2007
19. Pun Ish Meant? 6/8/2007
20. Waiting For The Tide 6/29/2007
21. Waiting 7/5/2007
22. Why Do You Do That? 7/17/2007
23. Reunion 7/23/2007
24. Trade Martin's Ferret 7/30/2007
25. Questions 8/3/2007
26. On The Wings Of Ancient Rhyme 8/14/2007
27. Waking Up 8/17/2007
28. Life's Passing Pageant 8/17/2007
29. Hunger 8/22/2007
30. The Traveller Rests? 8/22/2007
31. Breathe A Breath 8/24/2007
32. Swan, River, Lake 8/24/2007
33. Renewal 9/7/2007
34. Depth 9/17/2007
35. Now, Here, This 9/20/2007
36. Why I Like Train Rides 9/21/2007
37. Eloquence 10/1/2007
38. I Met Him? 10/1/2007
39. Humility 10/8/2007
40. My First Senryu 10/8/2007
Best Poem of David Taylor

Love, Love, Love, Love, Love Without A Doubt

How do you write a poem
about Love?
It cannot be caught
and is beyond words’
power of depiction.
It has no place to be,
all places are filled
with Love.
Without Love would
anything have any savour?

Love is what joins
Love is what flows
Love is what counts
Love is what grows
Love is what’s known.

Love is all around
Love is all about
Love is all we ask
Love is all we give
Love is all I have.

Love wants nothing
Love needs nothing
Love misses nothing
Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all ...

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Who Am I?

Downcast and burdened with a thousand cares.
Staring at a complex world of conflict and despair.
Imagining the worst and gripped by fear.

Forgetting who I am,
and what is really there.
Thinking I am this and that,
and becoming tired and scared.

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