Brian Taylor

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The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
...

Rabbit
with a habit
lived in a hole
next to Vole.
...

In the Beginning
(or perhaps a little later)
there was I.
...

Nobody will hear you dead.
It may be
in time
someone will remember
...

The explorer draws his map
and plunges into space.
Why should he stumble on
at every fresh mishap
...

Meister Eckhart says:
The eye with which I
see God
is the same with which God
...

Ice, thick,
as I have never seen
on Cherwell.
Jagged, floating towards Isis.
...

Of building houses there is no end
with bricks and feelings thoughts and mind,
using the universal glue
that clings and sticks and binds.
...

Long Wig up on his High Chair
stares at Long hair standing there
below him in the dock.
'I cannot deviate from the Law, '
...

The great stone Hall is silent
that is now millennia old.
Through the western windows
shines a glorious sun.
...

11.

What is that sound?
Like the trailing of a fan
through a silent anteroom?
...

It was different in the past.
Especially in the village.

Before you could read
...

Shafting sunbeams. misty eddies,
towering, sculpted, shining chedis,
thundering traffic, six lane highways,
swampy, shabby, back-street by-ways,
...

14.

April was hot and dry.

The red earth responded
by blowing as dust in the wind.
...

We raised our hats to you, Mr Lincoln.
We believed every word that you said.
And when life spilled into darkness
in a night of theatre,
...

The sun shines
on the path
silent and still.
...

A woman looks up
from her place among the dirt and pollution
of Silom Road and joins
her palms together in salutation.
...

Ever since Ancient Times,
when Sibyls plied their trade
in fortune telling by setting up shop
in caves and fissures
...

The Cafe is famous.
The Coffee is expensive.

I sit
...

Via Viatores Quaerit. – St Augustine
(The Way seeks Travellers)

On Tuesday,
Sanctus Dominique,
...

Brian Taylor Biography

Brian Taylor is a poet and philosopher presently living in Cornwall, England and the Far East. www.universaloctopus.com)

The Best Poem Of Brian Taylor

Cinderella's Shoes

The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
stroked the stubble
on her chin
and simpered, in unbridled bliss,
'What a charmer I iss! '
adding, with a grimace,
'Who's the prettier, glass face? '

'Cinderella!
Cinderella. Cinderella. Cinderella.
Cinderella. Cinderella.'
The mirror twinkled a little wintry.
'Cinderella. Cinderella....'

The tiny fragments of splintery
glass were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a wolatile woman! ' Fred said.
'A weally, wolatile woman! '

An officer guarded the small glass slipper,
passport to a prince and palace.
(But not for Alice.)

She squeezed and pressed and sqealed and swore
and gave a most almighty roar.

More fragments of splintering glass
were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a woracious woman! ' Fred said.
'A most woracious woman! '

Cinderella slipped easily into the other shoe,
was whisked off in a guilded carriage
to a brave new world where her goodness drew
her, to liveried servants and a royal marriage!

And Alice?
She stumbled her bloody way
to a fate far worse than death.
To a tiny cell with walls of mirrors.
Unbreakable, bullet proof, everlasting glass!

(From Blondin & Other Poems)

Brian Taylor Comments

Abhay Vignesh L 06 March 2011

Read some of your poems.You have great aptitude for verse.Nurture it.Keep writing.

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Wayne Bowen 26 December 2009

I enjoy your work. Thanks for sharing..

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