David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

David Taylor Poems

81. Crying Out In Sleep 1/24/2008
82. Trying To Write Poetry 1/24/2008
83. Standing In The Corner Watching All The Stars Go By 1/24/2008
84. Holding On 1/24/2008
85. My Shadow 1/27/2008
86. Blue Rose (For Marci) 1/27/2008
87. Ladders 1/29/2008
88. In The Dark, Painted Pink 1/30/2008
89. Evening Light 1/30/2008
90. Stillness Moved.......Primordial Seeing Void 1/31/2008
91. Black And Ivory 2/2/2008
92. Destroyer Of The Night 2/3/2008
93. Origin 2/5/2008
94. Coloured Understanding? 2/5/2008
95. Without Description 2/6/2008
96. Genre 2/6/2008
97. In A Manner Of Speaking 2/9/2008
98. Just Existing 2/9/2008
99. His House 2/13/2008
100. Passing, Still 2/13/2008
101. Must Be More To It Than That..... 2/15/2008
102. Newspapers And Gods 2/16/2008
103. Sniper On The High Street! 2/16/2008
104. Love Never Lost 2/16/2008
105. Neither Here Nor There 2/19/2008
106. Love Has No Objective 2/17/2008
107. Searching, Questions 2/17/2008
108. Political Insight? 2/21/2008
109. Finding Unfashionable Words? 2/22/2008
110. Negative Comment? 2/23/2008
111. Corrosive Speech 2/23/2008
112. The Church Bells Sounded 2/24/2008
113. Duck! Don'T Stick Your Neck Out 2/24/2008
114. Champaign Haiku 3/4/2008
115. Single Thread 3/4/2008
116. Daffodils And Men 3/4/2008
117. Prayer 2/27/2008
118. Undescribable 3/5/2008
119. Little And Large 3/8/2008
120. Two Bridges And A Funeral 3/10/2008
Best Poem of David Taylor

Love, Love, Love, Love, Love Without A Doubt

How do you write a poem
about Love?
It cannot be caught
and is beyond words’
power of depiction.
It has no place to be,
all places are filled
with Love.
Without Love would
anything have any savour?

Love is what joins
Love is what flows
Love is what counts
Love is what grows
Love is what’s known.

Love is all around
Love is all about
Love is all we ask
Love is all we give
Love is all I have.

Love wants nothing
Love needs nothing
Love misses nothing
Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all ...

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Who Am I?

Downcast and burdened with a thousand cares.
Staring at a complex world of conflict and despair.
Imagining the worst and gripped by fear.

Forgetting who I am,
and what is really there.
Thinking I am this and that,
and becoming tired and scared.

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