David Taylor Poems

I just realised my poems oft’
Sweetness and light
So here is one for
Those keen on the night
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On the edge of your perception
something stirs.
You can feel it in motion.
Its light has travelled far,
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I’m bouncing
And pouncing
In a stripy
Kinda way.
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When inspiration leaves
and an expiration expresses
more than any words I know.
When expectation ceases
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If I could tell you what will surely set you free.
If I could help you understand all that you can see.
If I could hold you when you cannot even stand.
If I could love you no matter what you say or do.
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Well I guess it’s hardly surprisin.
It is likely to get the sap risin.
And if you throw in some sex,
the votes come in excess.
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A bird song carried on still air.
A shaft of light catching dancing motes of dust.
A sunset crimson thrust upon the dusk.
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Well I just remembered,
in fact I never have forgot.
One December morning
many years ago.
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Why is it that
sometimes
poetry is a pain?
Or is it more
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So here I am at the end.
Which is odd because,
I didn’t really start.
So let’s see if I’ve finished.
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