David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

David Taylor Poems

201. Beyond Belief? 1/14/2009
202. Surrender 1/28/2009
203. Thirst 1/28/2009
204. Dogs Bark, Babies Cry 2/4/2009
205. Spark 2/6/2009
206. In Silence 2/6/2009
207. Inside The Night 2/6/2009
208. Rows Of Empty Chairs 2/26/2009
209. Ask Who? 3/2/2009
210. Reincarnation 3/2/2009
211. Adieu 3/3/2009
212. Breathing Dark Beauty 3/3/2009
213. Where From Art Thou? 3/4/2009
214. Awakening From Winter 3/19/2009
215. Big News From School Today 3/19/2009
216. It 4/3/2009
217. Petals In The Wind 4/7/2009
218. Prologue 11/18/2008
219. If You Write Poetry Don'T Say Anything 4/14/2009
220. The Birds And The Trees 4/14/2009
221. Rahu Ketu 4/16/2009
222. Walking Into The Night 4/16/2009
223. Mountain Hut 4/16/2009
224. Egdelwonk Knowledge 4/25/2009
225. Nebulous 4/25/2009
226. Mountain 4/25/2009
227. Searching 4/26/2009
228. Always Complete 4/30/2009
229. The Means To The End 5/2/2009
230. Philosophy And Poetry 5/2/2009
231. Ouch! 5/16/2009
232. Willow Tree 5/16/2009
233. Please Read My Poems, Are They Any Good They Ask 5/17/2009
234. No Time, To Answer 5/17/2009
235. The High Wire Artist 5/20/2009
236. Just Visiting 5/28/2009
237. Duvet 5/28/2009
238. Still In Heart 5/30/2009
239. Parrots Eat 5/30/2009
240. Early Morning Walk 5/3/2009
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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Melancholy State

What is this melancholy state
That keeps the mind most dark
And makes these thoughts and speech irate?
What is this melancholy state
That hides the happiness
And makes these words sound glum with hate?
What is this melancholy state?


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