David Taylor Poems

When all the poets died
no one noticed they had expired
the world continued turning round
and the credit crunch it crunched them
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Tinkling chimes in wistful winds
incantations sung upon a breeze
and incense hanging in the air
flowers scent heavy laden
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What is it about coming home
a familiar sight or sound or smell,
a place we know so well?
Home is where the heart is,
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Daniel has new shoes
with lights that flash and dance
with each and every move.
He does not want to go to bed
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The sage he sits and contemplates
and doesn't have a mobile phone, switched on, vibrate
why.....can't.... I?
The birds at dawn wake up and sing
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Flames of raging lust,
thoughts of fiery dust,
sparkling kindled hearts
blazing in the dark.
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I never studied poetry
not even that well read,
I couldn't tell a Tennyson
from a Yeats' or Keats',
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Waves of life lap an eternal beach
each one taking on its form
from moon and stars and sun
each wave a single wave of life
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Poets sing and dance with glee
as they compose their poetry
whilst others with mouths full of dust
speak of what they must.
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Settled in a flow,
a self opinionated glow
of well tried and tested
ways of saying
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