Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.
Biography of Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.
Loyd is one of 12 children and grew up as a simple country boy in the great state of North Carolina. His parents were a source of inspiration by providing him with a rich and full appreciation for life and living… and of faith and family. Much of his writing reflects a sense of deep Southern roots. Loyd's wife, Kathy, is the source of inspiration for his romance and relationship poetry. Loyd’s writings reveal a person who is thankful for each day God allows him to live. He takes notice of the everyday common graces that many may take for granted. Loyd prefers the cool mountains and streams above the ocean and hot sand, but loves all of God’s creation. Loyd loves America. He respects and admires greatly those who are serving or have served in the military to preserve America’s freedom. In Loyd’s own words, he says, “I by no means consider myself to be a great poet, certainly not a professional poet; I do, however, believe God has given me a gift-a muse, if you would. So I just follow my muse and write the way that I think and feel. I prefer the title: “Simple Poet” for it suits me and my writing. I feel very blessed by anyone who has read and has enjoyed my writing. So, let me say a big thank you to all who take of their precious time reading my work. Thank you, Loyd
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Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.'s Works:
Using My Muse, by Loyd C Taylor
Pumpkinny Tales, by Loyd C Taylor
These books may be found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble or ordered from the publisher, Xlibris
Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. Poems
The Pastor's Wife_Tribute To An Outstand...
The Pastor's Wife A Tribute to an Outstanding Woman She serves in a lofty position not sought by her in life;
Everything About You
When you smile, When you giggle, When you cuddle, When you wiggle;
This anchor shall hold in adversity, When all else does threaten to give way; This anchor keeps my vessel from drifting, Never letting my ship run astray.
Ode To A Thief
He is just a common thief, And now he must pay; His wicked deeds bring him, Condemned to die today.
Mothers Poetry: Mom's Apron
While thumbing through the old photo album, A particular one my eyes fixed upon: It was of Mom in her blue Sunday dress And wearing a soiled yellow apron.
A Mother's Day Poem For You
Written by my Grand daughter Cayce Taylor Her first poem.
The Queen Of The Sea
Tis' a very odd tale which sailors tell, From enchanted Ireland o'er the sea; The magical abode of leprechauns, Of mystical visions and fantasies.
Father Poetry: A Fathers Tribute
FATHERS Fathers … They are strong
Just A Silly Car Wash
So, it’s just a silly car wash? My friend, it’s so much more! It’s an opportunity to help— A noble cause now at your door.
The Creation Poem
The Creation Poem The birds and the bees, the flowers and trees, The stars in the sky, the little butterflies;
I Love Growing Old With You
I love the newness of life from our younger years, I love the sweet tears the first time I saw you cry, I love the childish days of innocent mistakes, I love the careless ways as we let time slip by.
The Thief And The Cross
He was just a common thief And now he must pay. His wicked deeds found him, Condemned to die today.
What Shall I Give A King? Christmas Play
WHAT SHALL I GIVE TO A KING? Christmas Play
A Tree Perspective
I've seen you in this barren space Standing majestically tall, I've gazed upon your elegance From winter through to fall.
Once in a stable,
because they found no room.
Once as crucified,
once in a borrowed tomb.
Once as resurrected,
once ascending in the clouds.
Once as Lord of lords,
before Him all shall bow!