David Taylor Poems

Incandescent moonlit evening light
A walk along a distant road
That leads where no one has described
Some have been there and tell me so
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Torn apart by wind streams
Flying past on currents unseen
No longer resembling any text book formations
Scudding by on a hastened path
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Blushing pink sky
shyly passes by
on green heavens fields
where stars walk across
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Whatever your colour, religion, belief,
your ist, your ish or ism or chism.
I would like propose that one thing is true.
That every day each one of us rises.
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Well yesterday was so very grey.
Last night I met my friend and he said
“yes it’s been a grey, blue day”.
Why is it that when it is grey
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Where do You live?
Is it inside your head?
With noises and thoughts.
With buildings and walks.
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A lush and lustful perturbation,
in an enormous conurbation,
near the noisy railway station,
where we met and ate crustacean,
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Standing tall with obese faces
but such slender stemmed graces
often staked to fend off hastened
violent winds of spring.
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Hope your not sleeping
It might go bang tonight.
A pretty frightful expression
of all the worlds dark sights.
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Roll up
Roll up
The fair of life
Is opening
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