Brian Taylor

Silver Star - 3,312 Points (England)

Brian Taylor Poems

41. Plus Ca Change 8/13/2011
42. Visitors And Visitations 8/31/2011
43. Living Waters 9/3/2011
44. Painted Veil 9/6/2011
45. Make The Most Of It! 9/11/2011
46. Emergency Exit 10/16/2011
47. Kathleen 10/18/2011
48. Brave New World 11/1/2011
49. Oxford: Armistice Day 11/13/2011
50. Going Out There Is No Other 11/20/2011
51. Midwinter's Day In The Botanic Gardens 12/11/2011
52. Winter 12/12/2011
53. Gurdjieff 8/25/2011
54. Here 8/28/2011
55. He That Hath Ears, Let Him Hear 12/26/2011
56. Speaking Guide Book 1/13/2012
57. Chrysalis 1/19/2012
58. How Many Angels Can Stand On The Point Of A Pin? 1/25/2012
59. Have A Happy Week 2/4/2012
60. Let Sleeping Dogs Lie 2/5/2012
61. Neglected Gardens 12/29/2011
62. Satan Still Finds Work For Idle Hands 1/3/2012
63. Viewpoints 2/18/2012
64. Walk On 2/18/2012
65. Full Moon Day Third Lunar Month 3/5/2012
66. A Poisoned Chalice 3/10/2012
67. Own Goal 3/12/2012
68. Mara 3/26/2012
69. A Shell 3/29/2012
70. Mirror 3/30/2012
71. Gnomon 4/3/2012
72. Unfinished 4/17/2012
73. Mea Calpa 4/23/2012
74. Purify The Mind 5/2/2012
75. Black Magic 6/9/2012
76. Shanghai Jar 6/12/2012
77. Herakleitos I 6/21/2012
78. The Fountain 6/27/2012
79. The Rudder 7/16/2012
80. Requiem For A Princess Murdered By Her Gardener 8/2/2012

Comments about Brian Taylor

  • Abhay Vignesh L Abhay Vignesh L (3/6/2011 10:46:00 AM)

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

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  • Wayne Bowen (12/26/2009 9:35:00 AM)

    I enjoy your work. Thanks for sharing..

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! ...

Read the full of Cinderella's Shoes

I, Me, Mine

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

And then, because I was lonely,
there was ME.

And WE got on like a house on fire!
And, so that we could have something in common,

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