David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

Permission Granted? - Poem by David Taylor

Permission granted.
To be the best poet since Orpheus played his lyre.
To spread your love to everyone you meet and greet.
To rise above life’s trials and tribulations,
like a phoenix rising from the fire.
To be at peace in your own presence,
regardless of the havoc that rages all around.
To speak the gentle truth with humility.
To be compassionate to all.
To spread your inner light far and wide,
and never ever hide
behind thinking small.
But will you give permission
to your self?

Comments about Permission Granted? by David Taylor

  • Dee Daffodil (3/7/2007 5:03:00 PM)

    Wow! ! ! ! I really enjoyed this one David...it has a lot of meaning to me! Do any of us really grant ourselves that freedom? We are our own worst critics and often our own worst enemies...

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  • Duncan Wyllie (3/7/2007 2:55:00 PM)

    A BRILLIANT DISPLAY! ! like fireworks, all the colours that were hid too long in the box, suddenley there to give a dazzling show of fine quality...your words!
    Well done and thankyou for this one
    Love duncan X

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011

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