Brian Taylor

Silver Star - 3,312 Points (England)

Brian Taylor Poems

81. Watering Weeds 8/9/2012
82. Quo Vadis? 8/20/2012
83. Candle In The Void 8/30/2012
84. Long Antennae 9/5/2012
85. Body Snatchers 10/30/2012
86. Listeners 11/1/2012
87. Armistice Day 11/9/2012
88. Requim: Armistice Day 1995 11/11/2012
89. Femina Dolorosa 11/19/2012
90. Poetry 11/29/2012
91. Cold Frost 12/11/2012
92. Treasure 12/13/2012
93. Christ Said 12/22/2012
94. Speculum And Spectroscope 1/12/2013
95. Guests 1/20/2013
96. On The Broken And Transcended 1/24/2013
97. One Arrow, Two Arrows 2/4/2013
98. War Or Peace 2/10/2013
99. Control 3/7/2013
100. Gaoler's Keys 3/24/2013
101. Mindfulness 4/4/2013
102. Learning 4/19/2013
103. Mauve Dress 5/12/2013
104. Freedom 6/29/2013
105. Use It, But Be Right 8/1/2013
106. Patience 8/1/2013
107. Soldier Lee Rigby 6/3/2013
108. Eve 7/18/2015
109. The Mouse 7/18/2015
110. Waves And Sparrows 7/18/2015
111. Breath 7/20/2015
112. Ill Will 7/20/2015
113. Voyage 7/20/2015
114. Project 7/20/2015
115. O Sole Mio 7/20/2015
116. Love Thou The Rose But Leave It On Its Stem 7/20/2015
117. Penny Candles 7/25/2015
118. Linnet In A Cage 7/25/2015
119. Ivy League 7/25/2015
120. Do As You Would Be Done 7/25/2015

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

Oxford: Michaelmas

Christ Church meadow
is awash with driving rain
and a wind which bites the skin
and chills the blood within.
Its paths are sticky, yellow mud.
And the Cherwell, brown and dull,
slips ever higher.
Ducks, moorhens, squirrels
endure it.

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