Biography of Thyris Taylor
I am not a poet by profession or training. However I love to write poetry. I am not a technician in poetry writing, I attempt to turn a phrase and stimulate others to ponder the meaning of life in this place Earth.I am a middle age Black man. I have been married for 32 years to my lovely bride. We have been blessed with three children. We make our home in the Nebraska, USA.
Thyris Taylor Poems
I rush outside right after breakfast. There is not much time. The morning air is cool and fragrant with the smell of honeysuckle vines, Dogwood trees and flowering Magnolias. Birds are chirping and singing in the early morning light.
My Cup Runneth Over
I happen upon her in a place of music, drink and polite conversation. She has approachable bright eyes and a lovely posture.
Gossamer wings with beautiful colors. very friendly, peaceful and lovable. So many we take them for granted
Lord hav mercy heah come Mr. Charlie, He gone want his rent money, and I sho don't got it.
Sara Sue A ball of mirthful fur challenging a loving hand with a claw, and a bite,
Of Fire And Love
Love is very much like fire. It offers warmth and energy. It offers vitality and emotional connectedness. When you stare into a fire and watch the dancing flames it is beautiful, hypnotic, and leaves a warm after-glow. Fire is nature in it's most raw form.
Fade To Black
Once I stood tall and straight with muscles flexible and strong. My movement through space and time was strong and graceful. My spirit soared like a bird in flight. My strength was everlasting. Now I fade.
It's an oily Summer. What a bummer. Dead birds and dirty waters, no work for fisherman fathers.
Storms Come And Go
The leaves on the trees are starting to turn. Plants are morphing into dormant states, or completing their journey on this plane of existence. It is the Maker who decides. Squirrels, bears, and other animals that hibernate are preparing for their long, deserved winter sleep. They find dens, gather food, put on fat, it is time. They await signs from the Maker.
Gentle Joseph wise and strong, what do thy glean, is Mary thine own. Do ye think it is worth thy while, a virgin wife who is with child.
Sweet Jesus Christ
My favorite time of year is unabashedly clear. It is when the faithful celebrate Christmas. Now on Christmas Day I get up and pray, in the way that all the faithful are taught.
Ode To A Pagan Goddess
We worship your nature to extend life to the faithful. You with the power, our Goddess of the fountain. Would you grant an audience to the old souls, so we can request that which only you can fulfill.
Sweet Jesus Christ
My favorite time of year is unabashedly clear.
It is when the faithful celebrate Christmas.
Now on Christmas Day I get up and pray,
in the way that all the faithful are taught.
We thank the Christ for the ultimate sacrifice
by his death on the cross. We thank the Christ
for his kindness, purity, goodness, and love. He is
Our lord the almighty, the lamb and the dove.