David Taylor Poems
|566.||A Burning Question||11/6/2007|
|569.||Memories Of The Beach||5/21/2008|
|571.||A Conversation With My Dearest Friend||3/16/2007|
|572.||A New Vessel||2/13/2008|
|573.||A Matter Of Life And Death||9/7/2007|
|574.||A Life Well Lived||11/19/2008|
|576.||A Cold Night||6/18/2007|
|577.||A Little Love Poem...||3/25/2008|
|578.||Beauty, Beautious, Beautiful||4/19/2007|
|579.||A Confusion Of Mixed Feelings||6/20/2007|
|580.||Because You'Re Beautiful||4/1/2007|
|582.||Love, Love, Love, Love, Love Without A Doubt||5/23/2007|
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A Confusion Of Mixed Feelings
In the outward movement of our senses
we revel in a range of tastes
many very fine and some we know
to be perhaps a little base.
They all have one thing in common
these enjoyments that we partake
they all need something from outside
to fill a need we find inside.
And when fully satisfied
in a deep contentment we then reside
one that we feel was delivered
by the tasty dish that our senses savoured.
That is the error that I spy
Ohh no that’s not it say I.
This contentment, deep satisfaction
Is revealed when we no longer feel
that we lack that which...
A careful consideration of all things.
A weighing in the balance of experience.
A remembrance of treasured words received.
And from a discordance of events
a gem arises hewn of discontent,
It is a question heaven sent.
Containing all that went before.
And asking that, perhaps there might be more?