David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

David Taylor Poems

321. Love And Attraction 5/19/2007
322. What's Eating You? 4/30/2007
323. He Spoke 7/10/2007
324. Working Birds 6/11/2007
325. 'Snap' 6/4/2007
326. Bird Or Fish? 6/4/2007
327. The Beach 6/11/2007
328. Now, Now 8/2/2007
329. Abstract Art? 8/22/2007
330. Cat Nap 8/3/2007
331. Archaeology 9/4/2007
332. Put Back, Put Back 9/20/2007
333. Define It 9/14/2007
334. Turning 9/14/2007
335. Sensitivity 9/6/2007
336. Love Is 11/13/2007
337. Partial Perception 10/15/2007
338. My Third Senryu 10/10/2007
339. Stars And Starry Hearts 12/10/2007
340. The Man With No Umbrella 11/13/2007
341. Wouldst I Live With Tears Of Sorrow? 1/17/2008
342. Opening The Door 1/22/2008
343. The Cup 1/22/2008
344. Observation Point 1/26/2008
345. Flying High 1/26/2008
346. Answers Are Not The Answer? 2/1/2008
347. Fish And Rice 2/6/2008
348. Clearing Out The House 2/7/2008
349. Beauty, Do Not Go. 2/8/2008
350. Do You Get It? 2/10/2008
351. Uncomplicated 2/19/2008
352. Getting Enough Out Of Life 2/20/2008
353. Bereavement 2/20/2008
354. Walking On A Blustery Day 2/17/2008
355. Dance Of Love 2/15/2008
356. When We Sleep 3/7/2008
357. Creation 3/13/2008
358. Before The Dream 3/19/2008
359. Silverstein And The Child In Me 2/21/2008
360. Carefree Awakening 2/22/2008
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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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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