Tailor Bell


Tailor Bell Poems

1. Network For Boomer 12/20/2009
2. Your Next 12/20/2009
3. Rain Front 3/17/2008
4. Catcher 2/17/2009
5. Tubs At The Zenith 4/8/2009
6. Long Time 12/20/2009
7. Bob's On 49th 7/15/2007
8. Slow Motion 8/10/2007
9. Coffee Can On A Cliff 9/29/2007
10. The Sand Of The Moon And The Button 5/27/2008
11. Last Friend Of Chryses 5/7/2008
12. Unlover Summer (Part 2) 8/18/2007
13. Ludus Elysium 6/25/2007
14. Middle Sea 8/10/2007
15. Jupiter Away May 11/1/2010
16. Third Watch 7/9/2007
17. Onion 12/30/2006
18. Strata Bound 8/5/2006
19. Peppermint Hint 7/28/2006
20. The Long Walk In 2/12/2007
21. Good Godzilla 8/1/2006
22. Sour Lime 10/21/2006
23. Remotes, Chupacabras And Karl Marx 9/17/2006
24. End Count 7/30/2006
25. Sway Moon 10/21/2006
26. Princess (Haiku) 8/22/2006
27. Pedestrian Need 8/27/2006
28. Unlover Letters (Part 1) 12/16/2006
29. Ice Water 9/3/2006
30. Higher Than The Wind 11/22/2006
31. Far Ponds 9/2/2006
32. Midway 8/11/2006
33. The Old Dance 11/4/2006
34. From Tethys Late Groom 11/19/2006
35. Fixing Insanity 8/23/2006
36. Not This Day 8/4/2006
37. Broken Down 9/4/2006
38. Again 7/28/2006

Comments about Tailor Bell

  • delilah contrapunctal (12/10/2009 5:33:00 PM)

    Tailor is a brilliant poet in my view....and a delightful human being, as well....

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Best Poem of Tailor Bell

Again

Every night I must give up to
the next day
Grow tired, retreat and fade away
My heart calling out for more time
My thoughts drifting off among
the sublime
So I pray in the spare
of lucidness
My hopes, my dreams,
my willingness
Yet into sleep I dive
full forward hurl
This other world might weigh
my mortal soil
To steal along the rich
and heady clay then
Slain by rising violins
So I must fall
And thus...I just fall...
Again

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End Count

Silent bell and silent sun
Space enough between us
Now as then
Attached to spiny beliefs sharper at each start
Whipped around snapping at their pneumatic roots
Fly many cherished dares and distillations
Shaking off shred moments into orange oblivion
Medium the pace and medium the glue
But down they clatter and clink into haphazard piles of regret

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