David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

David Taylor Poems

281. Blending In 2/2/2008
282. Resistance Is Futile? 1/26/2008
283. The Pledge On The Edge 1/20/2008
284. Blossoming Hearts 1/21/2008
285. Transcendence 12/4/2007
286. Mindlessness 9/21/2007
287. Partial Perception? 8/3/2007
288. The Fireplace 1/9/2007
289. Leaves Reflecting Light 6/3/2009
290. Beach Dreams 7/21/2010
291. Of Earth And Sun And Moon And Stars... 5/3/2009
292. Alone 5/20/2008
293. Fruit 7/2/2008
294. Make Me A Poet 9/18/2007
295. Presentism, Eternalism; Endurantism, Perdurantism? 10/8/2007
296. The Bouquet Of Flowers 1/23/2008
297. Surprise, Surprise! 9/17/2008
298. Two Poets M-Ee-T Cummings 5/16/2009
299. Haiku Ukiah 4/15/2009
300. Do You Have A 'Lucky' Rabbits Foot Dear? 9/17/2008
301. Spring Cleaning 3/28/2008
302. Lotus Blossom 11/13/2007
303. Just Resting 7/10/2007
304. Wisdom Wisdom Wisdom Wisdom Wisdom Wisdom 5/14/2007
305. Cheating Death? 9/4/2007
306. Dream, Hope, Faith, Love... 3/14/2008
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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A Question

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?

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