David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

David Taylor Poems

281. October Girl 3/14/2008
282. Shades Of Pink 2/6/2008
283. Blending In 2/2/2008
284. Resistance Is Futile? 1/26/2008
285. The Pledge On The Edge 1/20/2008
286. Blossoming Hearts 1/21/2008
287. Transcendence 12/4/2007
288. Mindlessness 9/21/2007
289. Partial Perception? 8/3/2007
290. The Fireplace 1/9/2007
291. Make Me A Poet 9/18/2007
292. Presentism, Eternalism; Endurantism, Perdurantism? 10/8/2007
293. Alone 5/20/2008
294. Fruit 7/2/2008
295. Of Earth And Sun And Moon And Stars... 5/3/2009
296. Two Poets M-Ee-T Cummings 5/16/2009
297. Haiku Ukiah 4/15/2009
298. Surprise, Surprise! 9/17/2008
299. The Bouquet Of Flowers 1/23/2008
300. Lotus Blossom 11/13/2007
301. Just Resting 7/10/2007
302. Do You Have A 'Lucky' Rabbits Foot Dear? 9/17/2008
303. Spring Cleaning 3/28/2008
304. Dream, Hope, Faith, Love... 3/14/2008
305. Wisdom Wisdom Wisdom Wisdom Wisdom Wisdom 5/14/2007
306. Cheating Death? 9/4/2007
307. Lamp Post 4/5/2007
308. When 4/17/2007
309. The Big Sleep 3/26/2007
310. Darkness And Death 3/28/2007
311. Tiggerific 3/29/2007
312. Permission Granted? 3/7/2007
313. Dance For Joy 12/7/2006
314. Food For Thought 2/1/2007
315. The Beginning In The End 2/17/2007
316. Dizzy Spin 3/2/2007
317. So Very Ordinary? 2/20/2007
318. If We Could (Revised 24/2/07) 2/23/2007
319. Just Me? 5/10/2007
320. Look! 5/15/2007
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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Dance For Joy

The clouds are a skimming
Over the tops of the trees.
The birds are all chirping
Announcing a dawn symphony.
The world is a turning
In a heaven that’s spinning.
The traffic is moving
In a flow that’s confusing.
And heads are all nodding

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