Brian Taylor

Silver Star - 3,312 Points (England)

Brian Taylor Poems

241. Nothing 9/2/2015
242. The Fruit 9/2/2015
243. The Virgin Sturgeon 9/2/2015
244. Paradise Lost (And Regained) 9/2/2015
245. Oedipus Coleoptera 8/28/2015
246. Immortality 8/21/2015
247. Calculations 8/24/2011
248. Parallel Lives 12/7/2014
249. La Place De La Concorde 5/30/2013
250. Multiple 9/12/2012
251. The Notebook And The Pen 7/13/2012
252. Margaret Thatcher 2/6/2012
253. Treasures On Earth, Treasures In Heaven 12/26/2011
254. The 1944 Education Act 10/24/2011
255. Him And Her And Them 10/29/2011
256. Hickory Dickory Dock 5/1/2011
257. Up To Date And Ready To Go 3/18/2011
258. Loyalty 3/25/2011
259. Grass Cutting 11/1/2009
260. The Unquiet Dead 11/5/2010
261. Sic Transeunt Tempora 9/8/2011
262. Right View 12/18/2011
263. China Bound Girl 1/4/2013
264. Corpse In My Room 1/7/2013
265. Tiger Cave Temple 12/7/2014
266. On Guard 10/21/2012
267. Starting Off On The Right Foot 1/3/2015
268. Furze And Bracken 8/23/2011
269. Trematon Castle 4/5/2010
270. Exit 2/6/2011
271. Ethics 12/6/2010
272. Tail Of A Typhoon 1/10/2012
273. 11th Hour,11th Day,11th Month 11/5/2013
274. The New Jerusalem 7/18/2015
275. The Way 10/28/2013
276. All Done By Mirrors 11/19/2015
277. Gay Pride 8/27/2015
278. Jesus’ Curse (It Could Have Been Worse) 8/27/2015
279. What Shall I Do? 8/28/2015
280. The Road And The Hill 8/28/2015

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

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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