Panaromic Affection

I look our across the road of life,
Seeing it speed past.
But time passes slowly in my domain,
My own tiredness destined to reign.

An eternity in heaven,
With my soaring dreams,
I long for you to carry me home,
For me heaven is gone for a few tomorrows.

I climb every dune,
And sliding down the sand in my shoes
Feels like tingly hands
Caressing my aching soles.

Miss lover you are my real thing,
The light and sparks in my fire,
The only result of my search,
My fantasy.

Just one moment in my day
Takes me away to a place
So far away
In your heavenly space.

When you touch me
You take me apart
With the clouds in the sky
Make me feel so alive.

Just one look, I can see it in your eyes,
You are my love,
I lay back, close my eyes and fantasise,
A timeless night in heaven with you.

By

 

Richard Taylor

 

© 2003 Mr Richard M Taylor.

They

The almighty they, they plague my mind

The turmoil, the pleasure, the pain

Why can’t we all have the good

And return the kindness once bestowed upon us

 

Let us drift to sleep knowing we will awake

Refreshed, not taunted

Let the day pass with no stress or strain

Returning to home seeing no pain

 

Had I the power to prevent the bad

To change the past, and heal the wounds

To marshal the peace, and bar the unworthy

Would I?

 

Given the chance to reject the asylum

To kill the murderers, and empower the individual

To catch the thieves and punishment severe

Would the problem get better?

 

To remove Equal Opportunities,

So that all are equal,

Rather than a minority getting priority

I think I would

 

Why should one person decide?

Let us give the people the power

Electronic voting on ALL issues

The people decide, true democracy

 

All people having a unique Character Identity Card

Preventing fraud, promoting truth

Of what is there to be afraid

Unless you have something to hide

 

The country would rejoice

As the power returns to the people

The outsiders would fear

Our great country once more

 

Empowered

Prepared

Understanding

Equal

 

 

 

© 2002 Mr Richard M Taylor.

Morning Bliss

Morning bliss

The five minutes between

When you wake up

And when you get up

 

Encapsulated

The rapture of the bed

My mind like battle chess

My body quiescent

 

Wind in the window

It rattles like it’s possessed

The pitter patter of the rain

Makes me think of home

 

The alarm clock can snooze

To use – a dilemma

What is time but a passing

A fleeting moment in age

 

Worlds to overthrow

Battles to combat

Words to listen

New faces to remember

 

Vivid images of beauty

Crystal sky blue

Fields of green

A postcard I never received

 

To get out of bed

To summon up the demon of the cold

I grow weak and tired

But the dawn is calling my name

 

Everlasting hugs

Caress of a tireless lover

Gripping, wrapping, enveloping

Then heartache; and breakfast

 

By

 

Richard Taylor

15/10/2002

 

© 2002 Mr Richard M Taylor.