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PostPosted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 8:00 am    Post subject: New Poems....David Taylor Reply with quote

With Michael Shepherd's encouragement
here is a thread of poems with my name,
and not "my" poems since it is true to say
they just arise in mind as I watch.

As Michael posted in the "quotations" thread recently:

" If I knew how to write a 'good' poem, I'd write one every day..."
(Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-6)

So we must just see what comes to mind......

And finally and sincerely,
if anyone would like to make any comment whatsoever, please do.......
Feedback from readers, both good and bad, is most welcome and stimulating.



Lost Dream

I saw in a dream, the most beautiful poem of hope
which flowed and ebbed in mysterious ways
that defied the dissection of these discursive minds
and weaved to the very heart of mankind
in a way so gentle and kind, that only goodness
was found in the words that it sung;
a poem of grace that eternally said
what mortals can only find when they're dead,
a vision of music only the heavens can make
with the wisdom of ages sung so true and so sweet
they transported the soul to where no one could weep;
and I've lost it.

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Getting Away From It All


He laughed out loud
as I placed the suitcases
in the trunk.

What are you doing?

Going on holiday,
you know, get away from it all,
relax on the beach
soak up the sun
with a cold beer,
find peace and tranquillity.....
well you know;
a holiday.

So why are you taking
everything with you?
He asked smiling.

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PostPosted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 8:05 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Love's Famine


Moon shines paled and silver o'er the land
and ripples bright beyond the sands
stars light gleams of light beyond
this fallow earth which turns with song
and time proceeds in space
as life in air received with grace
and water joining all the lands afar
reflects that light in each earth bound jar;

lightening shafts its knife of light
and thunder cracks within our souls
as waves ascending crescendo down
upon a desolated bleeding heart,
tornados tear the tranquil mind
and ravage thoughts once kind,
nature tells of troubled times
and deep beneath the ocean swells
a calm pervades as waiting, waiting
for those deep volcanic flows
to burst upon the deep
with steam and molten rock
made from which, new islands grow;

and still we sit with permeating love,
unmoved by natures wroth
or winds of change
as in our hearts we dwell
in silent witness to natures violent will
and as a famine scours the land,
was it bereft of only rain
until our hearts melt in the sun
and pour forth Your love again?

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PostPosted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 8:02 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A Bridge Called Space

There once was a bridge called space
which spanned the lands of time and place;

below that bridge called space, flowed love
which joined the land of time
with the land of place;

as love flowed under
that bridge called space
that river flowed and joined and spread
plants grew, all species bred;

but as it fed and bred
its waters dried and left its bed
the bridge of space looked down below
at the missing flow, of love
and fell, crumbled back into the dust;

the land of place had no space
and time without a place
had nothing left to count
the universe of time, place and space
returned beyond to that which has no name
that from which it came.

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PostPosted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 9:57 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Shadows of Myself


He stood there seemingly just a shadow of himself,
they were all just shadows.

They moved this way and that,
collided, with an appearance of touching; moved on.

What does one shadow say to another?
Shady things that hide clarity.

They say I am tired, I am young, I am old,
I am lacking light.

Casting shadows in every direction,
as, self luminously, light shines.

There are no shadows without light;
all darkness? Merely shadows.

And light when it meets itself?
Just shines, and knows.

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PostPosted: Fri May 02, 2008 2:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Ripples In The Mind


Nothing but misconceptions,
a seeming hardness of touch
where lies but minute particles.

All in a great expanse of space
sprinkled with folds of gravitation
making mere matter coalesce.

Looking into night sky and thinking to be real
a cosmic history of far travelled light.
We look dimly into the past;
and see no future.

The only reality a fullness of love,
that seemingly permeates through
and fills space-time with soft enfolding curves,
throughout the flatness of a material world.

Moon smiles on a rippled mind
as eyes deceived by starlight twinkle;
until stillness descends on troubled hearts
and there, truth is revealed.

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PostPosted: Wed May 21, 2008 8:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Memories Of The Beach


We went to the beach to get wind in our hair
to stand on the sand and simply to stare.
To let the surf tickle toes and dampen our clothes
as we played 'run away'
from the wavelets at play.

We went to the beach to climb on the rocks
find cool shallow pools where we'd take of our socks,
and peer in the waters to see what we might find
that the waves of the sea,
had last left behind.

We went to the beach to find coloured shells
the kind that when placed to our ears
make the sound of the ocean appear,
and gathered rocks that we never would find
in the places we walked,
for most of the time.

We went to the beach and all that, we did find
and the smell of the salt refreshed our tired minds.
I'll never forget the laughter and sounds
and the freedom to run,
on that wet sandy ground.

We went to the beach my family and I
and there we were one,
with the ocean, the beach, and the sky.

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PostPosted: Wed May 21, 2008 8:48 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dharma

At the very centre, in innermost core,
so finely associated with pure being
that undetected it stretches as a fine thread
strung through the canopy of a great forest,
and without knowing
all beings are drawn towards its unseen path.

Defining the true goal of life,
a thread of inescapable law
leading every being to an infinite clearing,
free of all hindrance and darkness.

So fine it is never seen but
as we sense its presence more clearly
we stray less from its path
and arrive at its beginning
where life itself springs from elemental ground
and freedom reveals its birth.

What is it we ask?
Words fail, and still, we know,
a direction as clear and certain
as time itself,
beyond all hands that toil and turn
and pointing to the One that asked.

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Flowing

It flowed across the stony path
down the hill across rain jewelled grass.
Through trees standing strong and tall
with boughs open to the waiting sky,
where resplendent in their diverse nests
the birds lay silent, in blissful rest.

It flowed down valleys wide
through pastures where the herds reside.
Seeped through farms and buildings too,
through tractors. fences. rivers, brooks;
it seeped through me and seeped through you,
it flowed in each and every place I knew.

It flowed up the hill to end of green
to sliding slopes strewn with scree,
and reached the peak of jagged rocks
against a sky of drifting insubstantial clouds.
It flowed through the air I breath
the air we share both you and me.

It flowed upwards on the wind
it flowed until the world's very end,
and reaching space it sped,
to the farthest stars that shone and bowed,
as it flowed on past the heaven's crowd.

It flowed to the very edge of space
and with a leap of undoubting faith,
it joined with that which Is,
from which flows all time,
all worlds gross, subtle and sublime.
And on that small and stony path
was found more; much more,
than any mortal mind could ask.

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 11:35 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Unpeeling


Last night I had a dream,
I dreamt that I was free.
I flew with birds,
saw what they see.
Stood on mountains,
swam to the depths of oceans,
floated on clouds,
danced with stars;
poured the sands of time
back and forth
from past and future glass.
And now I dream I am not free
and wonder which dream is true;
and the dreamer says,
it is I who is dreaming you.

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Waiting for a Falling Star


The gentle mist softly touched
grass, earth and trees,
obscuring the present enfolding hills
from eyes' sight.

Without knowledge of the sun
it might be thought that the very mist itself
was the source of light;
dimly illuminating the small world
not yet hidden by its envelopment.

That seeming self luminous mist,
the light for men
in deep valleys full
of promised pastures green.

Those on the hilltop bask in sunlight
and call to the mountains beyond;
as, in the valley they ponder
on the meaning of stars
and wait for one to fall to earth.

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Student, Teacher

I would like to be a teacher!

The only qualification for teaching
is to be the student.

How can I be a student?

You have to find a teacher
who knows he is the student.

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Veils

Wispy veils
floating on an air
of self importance.
Catching the light,
casting shadows
across the mind.
Reminisce if you will,
and carefully preserve
those wispy veils.
Lie in their caress
a softness of their touch
which perchance
beguiles too much.

Those wispy veils
blown by winds of chance.
Perhaps sometimes
with unexpected glance
they briefly part,
and reveal such radiance
in depth of heart.
A glimpse of unfiltered light
a beauty so bright
which those veils
may never, never touch.

Look again,
the curtains drawn,
shadows cast in mind
and know,
you are the one
that shines behind
those wispy veils
which floating on
the play of life
come and go,
bring pleasure, pain
and strife.

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PostPosted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 3:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

tired


a tired morn, a worn tyre
travelled far (had gazed on stars)
ate lunch but did not see
what was really eating me; and

thought about, and then thought best
to go lie down (best way to rest?)
thoughts circled, bluebottle droned
didn't bother to answer phone;

sat in garden, flowers glowed
they knew it seemed (but what knowed?)
parakeets ate from cherry tree
another perched looks on (not me?); and

picked up a book which tried to speak
I read the words (as if in sleep)
they said I am awake
but as I dream I wait my fate; and

as a dawn of subtle light
as if those stars (those ones last night)
shone upon my dismal state
I knew it never is too late;

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Four!

One was very quiet
and had a will of his own.
Two said to the one,
look at me,
one just looked on, unimpressed.

Someone (perhaps it was two)
said let's have some action,
let it come from one,
play for a while and return to one
so that's three!

Four said I'll think about this.
Five said I'll give you some space
and as much time as you want
you have free range of this place!

Six said; this is the life
and floated through space.
Seven warmed to the idea
and getting exited burnt himself badly.
Eight came to the rescue
with soothing water to cool
then nine sprang up out of them all!

Now ten was most wise,
fully materialised,
and most near
to the one that looked on
and made nothing of this.
In fact naught came from all of their trials
(as often we see as we become me)
and one becomes nine,
without any effort to be
anything other than the one
which is he.

Four was still thinking,
(he had lots of time),
and never believed
that ten was most wise.
But one did not mind
as he just simply looked on
and ten said there's
really nothing to do,
it's just an illusion
this thinking of you.

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