Brian Taylor

Silver Star - 3,312 Points (England)

Brian Taylor Poems

281. Einstein On The Run 8/22/2015
282. The Tree 8/22/2015
283. No Exit 8/21/2015
284. The Happiest Old 8/18/2015
285. Pyramids And Sarophagi 8/18/2015
286. Ego 8/13/2015
287. Lions And Lambs 8/18/2015
288. For Mother And Child 8/17/2015
289. Gates Of Eden 8/16/2015
290. Australia 8/16/2015
291. The Three Times 8/15/2015
292. Here (And Now) 7/15/2015
293. E = Mc2 8/12/2015
294. In And Out The Windows 6/6/2012
295. There Are Silences 1/4/2011
296. Make An Effort 1/13/2011
297. Rosetta Stone 7/8/2011
298. January, January…. 12/7/2009
299. Ashram Melody 4/28/2009
300. I Eat Therefore I Am 5/18/2009
301. Mount Edgcumbe 9/26/2009
302. Dream Theatre 9/26/2009
303. Upekkha 1/25/2009
304. Diamond Mountain 12/1/2008
305. Catching Up 8/21/2015
306. Difficult 8/15/2015
307. Usain Bolt 8/29/2015
308. Giving Alms In Bangkok 8/31/2015
309. Pope Francis Says 9/2/2015
310. Get Unstuck 2/22/2012
311. Mirrors Of Our Time 8/28/2011
312. Yoga 1/16/2009
313. The Sun Shines 4/10/2009
314. Flowers Of The Human Spirit 10/28/2009
315. April 4/1/2010
316. America, America 6/16/2010
317. Cafe Les Deux Magots 5/30/2013
318. St Dominique Venner (Died 2013) 5/26/2013
319. Beautiful People 5/23/2013
320. The Bird Of Chance 8/15/2015

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

Happiness

The great stone Hall is silent
that is now millennia old.
Through the western windows
shines a glorious sun.
It floods the walls and floors,
the tables, chairs and doors,
panelling, pictures, artefacts
and illumines every one
until the wraiths that gather

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