Brian Taylor Poems

There are silences
born of stillness;
others that are discovered
when something snaps:
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Matter is always inert;
dense shadowy stuff
that resists the shining.
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To the British Museum in W3
in very different company.
To an Egyptian archaeological mortuary;
dismembered torsos and massive heads,
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Clusters of English 'unofficial' roses
have climbed the fence to face the sun.
Each in its crimson finery supposes
that it, alone, is the only one.
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The stepping stone path
runs across the valley.
Either some of the stones have sunk
or the mud has been rising.
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Here, we look into our Future
and stare at the Nothing there.

Jesus said:
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It’s always difficult
when you disagree
with someone’s opinion
of himself.
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When we were very young
we dug up the ground
to find Australia.
Australia was out.
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It is now two millennia since
the Security Seraphims were withdrawn
and the Gates of Eden reopened
to the General Public.
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Adjusting the Present
with Past and Future
is like adjusting the Feet
to fit the Shoes.
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