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6d · 302
Because
Because if art exists
then all is life / the light
and the flower thereof
I’ve dug the garden rows. The seeds are in.
I wonder—Who will come to praise the beans?
I’ll sing loudly! And who will bring their melodies
Beside the hummingbirds and bees?

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Nov 2020 · 272
/Some folks say
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2020
Some folks say
that other folks
get their opinions
from the media.
They can be right.

Other folks say
that some folks
get their opinions
from psychics
and mediums.
They can be right.

Some other folks
have their own minds
and use them.
Their opinions
can be right too.
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Dec 2017 · 127
Nutshell
Kevin J Taylor Dec 2017
You said, “I don’t.”
I said, “I do.”
You said, “I won’t.”
I did for you.
You said, “I can’t.”
I could, and did.
You said, “I need.”
I did not give.
 
Perhaps, when all
Is said, we fail
To understand
What love entails.
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Nov 2017 · 7.9k
/I don't care
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2017
I don't care who your god is
        It's alright who your god is
I don't care how you pray
        It's alright
All I care is where my heart is
        Here. Here my heart is
What I do with it today
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Oct 2017 · 267
/Tears in our eyes
Kevin J Taylor Oct 2017
It is hard to wash windows
with tears in my eyes
with tears in your eyes
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Washing windows? Because I am a storefront window cleaner which pays the bills. We had angry words with each other the night before.
Oct 2017 · 11.8k
/Postcard
Kevin J Taylor Oct 2017
Still here, my friend, not much to tell.
Winter came, wearied, went.
Spring—hurried skies, or sun or rain.
Hot summer days, hot sleepless nights.
Fall was fresher, raked what fell.
Another year. Mostly well.
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Oct 2017 · 11.8k
/The Hateful Man
Kevin J Taylor Oct 2017
Let each hate, and ours for his,
Be scraped away. Hopefully
He cared for some— At least the few
That may have cared for him.

Allow unchanged what good remains.
At length, with love or hate or both,
We go. In time, some with pause
And some without, return.
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Sep 2017 · 1.9k
/THE BEDBUG SLAM
Kevin J Taylor Sep 2017
The only good bedbug is a dead bedbug.
The only bedbug worse than a live bedbug
is a fed bedbug, notwithstanding the
fedded, bedded & newlywedded bedbugs
which tend to copulate & propagate across
rolling great reclining plains, trailing baby
bug bedbugs to carry on their game and with
no attention to the names we call them either.
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Sep 2017 · 2.1k
/Everyone
Kevin J Taylor Sep 2017
I have not come, he says,
to defend God,
but to offend sinners.

Looks straight at me—
I am everyone.
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Sep 2017 · 2.8k
/Thirsty lips...
Kevin J Taylor Sep 2017
Thirsty lips
Oasis
Hips
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Sep 2017 · 1.8k
/Broken bowls
Kevin J Taylor Sep 2017
The road is littered
with broken bowls and buddhas
flung in bits from cliffs
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Sep 2017 · 1.8k
/Joy of Acknowledgement
Kevin J Taylor Sep 2017
Spoons
c-d-lick-k-k

pots/pans
b-bang-ng-ng
bowng b boawng
Hey!

-ey!
lids
CRSH-INGGG

Hey ng ng-ng b-ba-wnng Hey!

Hey!
HeyboangHecd-ba-b-yonnHey!
HeyowngHeyboangdeclick (SHiNGHey!)
Heyang-b-bang-c-dlick bongHey!
c-Hey-c-baowngSHINGGbonng-nging-Hey!
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Aug 2017 · 9.1k
/Relax
Kevin J Taylor Aug 2017
Keep calm.
What doesn't **** you
Just takes longer.
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Aug 2017 · 431
/If Love Exists
Kevin J Taylor Aug 2017
Love! Love early, long and more than any human heart can hold—
Full souled! First, last and freshly found.
Love in All. Love All in All.
By these words, if Love exists, Love All.
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Jul 2017 · 781
/L'chaim!
Kevin J Taylor Jul 2017
If, for example, we die (and I've heard otherwise).
Not if but when, I’ve heard.
I would argue (suggest)
There is no truer when than now.
We live unless (until) we say we die.

And only then if I agree
And we agree
And others too
And once agreed
Must not be spoken of
(Which, all said, appears
To be the dyingness).

Contrariwise,
Living, living now, and thus—
If (when) we’ll agree amongst ourselves—
L'chaim!
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L’chaim! (pronounced luh-khah-yim) a Hebrew toast. Literally— To life!
Kevin J Taylor Jul 2017
I was walking down the road
Just as happy as can be
And all the leaves upon the trees
Were waving back at me

I saw a curly snail
As he stretched to greet his day
Then headed down the road with me
Then stopped to stretch again

I saw a pretty sparrow
She was perched upon a wire
She sang a song—I sang along
We made a lovely choir

The snail conducted from a twig—
Just so, our song began
“Happy Birthday to You!”
Did you hear us as we sang?

We had a happy party
As we danced around—We three!
And we wished you Happy Birthday!
Just as HAPPY as can be!
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Jul 2017 · 1.1k
/I wake up to my darling
Kevin J Taylor Jul 2017
I wake up to my darling
My darling wakes with me

— Out, in and on white sheets we slip
For breakfast, lunch and tea
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Jul 2017 · 1.3k
/My phone is silent
Kevin J Taylor Jul 2017
My phone is silent.
You have not called—still not called.
What else have I done?
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Jun 2017 · 4.1k
/Razzmatazz
Kevin J Taylor Jun 2017
A poet's breast within me beats
Beats heart and something I call soul that leaps
Charges, races, racing, finds its feet
Drags me, joyful, joy-filled, from my seat!

Elevating common prose
For pleasures sake, each poet knows,
Gains by use of tools as those
He would at length, I’m sure, disclose

If payment were perhaps an ear
Just for a moment lent to hear
Keenly offered verse— or beer,
Loved by poets too, I fear.

Most often those who are unwise
Negate the poet’s enterprise
Out of their need to criticize
(Perhaps within their misery lies)

Quite certain they must find a fault
Regardless of the somersaults
Some poets do to try and halt
Those, who in the name of help, assault.

Unless you’ve written words as these—  
Verses made and meant to please
With just a little work to tease
Xenia* coaxed from a’s and z’s

Your day lacks all that razzmatazz—as
Zest for verse—and all that jazz.
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*Xenia—gifts given to a guest or stranger. Xenia is the plural form of xenium.
This is an Abecedarian. First letter of each line follows the alphabet. Fun to do.

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Jun 2017 · 653
/If I was the moon
Kevin J Taylor Jun 2017
If I was the moon
And you were my sun
We'd dance our way across
Universe One!

If you were the sky
And I was your blue
We'd dance both ways across
Universe Two!

If we were to dance
Esprit to esprit
We'd dance and we’d dance around
Universe Three!
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Jun 2017 · 651
/Rise
Kevin J Taylor Jun 2017
My skull lies split in splintered bits,
My brains, upon the rocks.
I rise on warring winds
To War

In battle over battlements
Where saints and saviors trod.
I rise whole, a king no more,
Nor more, nor less, than gods.
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Jun 2017 · 579
/Father
Kevin J Taylor Jun 2017
Father,
how shall I atone
for sins so deep
that Satan
weeps
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Kevin J Taylor May 2017
I woke up this morning inside of my head
I woke up this morning restrained to a bed
I woke up today on the wrong side of dead
O Dear Me!

I woke up this morning to force down some meds
I woke up this morning, my heart full of dread
I woke up today on the wrong side of dead
O Dear Me!

I woke up this morning and did what they said
I woke up this morning and got worse instead
I woke up today on the wrong side of dead
O Dear Me!

I woke up, once again, on the wrong side of dead
O Dear Me!
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May 2017 · 251
/Éire!
Kevin J Taylor May 2017
Green-hilled and ancient shore—
None stand above us!
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Feb 2017 · 314
Old John
Kevin J Taylor Feb 2017
My friend, Old John, is gone.
So long, for now, Mr. Leong.
Feb 2017 · 4.1k
/God's smile
Kevin J Taylor Feb 2017
A pool of light, a flight of stars across a sky,
dawn from night, curtains part or rise or fall—Look!
And with God's smile upon this place—LIFE IS!
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Jan 2017 · 587
/Coming of Age
Kevin J Taylor Jan 2017
My feet sing
My heart sings
My body sings along

     I’m already in love
     Just gotta find me a girl
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This is what a guy feels like at a certain point in his life. Not sure if all guys do. Well, me anyway.

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Kevin J Taylor Dec 2016
The road that lies below rests deep and still.
No moon to light the snow. The sky is clear.
Heads back and arm in arm—eyes wide!
This winter night—This holiness we feel!

So spill the lights of Heaven into sight
Illumined, rising, falling—Shifting grace.
Upon the starry sweep of Christmas night,
In ribbon-folds of light and dark it sways

Above the shepherd pines and hemlock choirs.
There— This night! The sky! The lights!
The stars! The fire!
Above! Across! Dear God—
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Nov 2016 · 2.6k
/Space
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2016
Stumbling, tumbling, jumbling space
Riffles and ripples in ecstatic grace
Yet barely persists
To mark where we've been

(We leaping!
We laughing
We lunging unseen!)

And roosters behind us
Galactacious spray
That glistens and glitters
The whole Milky Way!
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Roosters means the action of forming a rooster-tail like the spray of water behind a speed boat.

Galactacious is a ***** word. Made from Galaxy and lact- meaning milk.
Nov 2016 · 472
/Robbers Two
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2016
They say I robbed the cradle
I say she robbed the grave
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Nov 2016 · 1.6k
/Sin
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2016
I love thee not, Sweet Seraphim—
Thou aloof, aloft—apart from sin.
Nor love thee, Sweet, as does Our Shepherd
Love His flock— His love unfettered.
Nay, truth, My Love— I, as a Beast,
Upon thy lips and thighs, would feast—  
Thy musk! O musth! This night! Thy beauty!
Forsaking Heaven— Carnal duty!
I will not leave thee, Seraphim, uncertain
Thou hadst abandoned Him.
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Musth: pronounced "must"— the frenzied ****** state of certain male animals.
Kevin J Taylor Jun 2016
Well, now– It was in the spring of ‘49 just ‘round Memorial Day in the Land O’ Freedom... or so they call it. Anyways, I was sittin’ up behind them hills... Y’know, nexta where God ‘n’ Hell musta had some sorta fuss or ‘nother. Sorta desert. Sorta not. And I was pannin’ fer rhymes– I kept comin’ up dry– when alluvasudden straight outta the ground there’s this tinklin’, twinklin’ musical sound. So I grabbed me a panful and gave it a twitch. Some verbs and an adjective peppered the dish. Good stuff, I s’pose. Fer a yarn they’d bin fine, but not fer perfessional-lookers-fer-rhymes. I swished ‘em a little and shook ‘em again to see if that tinklin’ mightn’t be kin to the one that I found in the gully that night. It’d had to be good, or it wouldn’t fit right. Them poets won’t shell-out fer less than a pair cuz one by itself leaves ‘em pullin’ their hair. So ya gotta find more than a couple that fit or poets ‘ll fake it and some ‘ll just quit and some ‘ll just hope no one says that it’s..... Y’ know..... Call ‘emselves "nou-veau" and claim it’s legit. ‘Nuffa that, I s’pose.

I looks fer them twinklin’ musical words that rhymes like the first time they’s ever been heard. I sure ain’t the first one that’s panned in them hills. My pappy before me turned up a few thrills and somewhere or ‘nother done found a whole line. But me, I ain’t happy unless it’ll rhyme. They’re there, I can hear them– they tickle the breeze! I’ll stick it out long as there’s poets to please. If y’ expected a yarn, or to hear miners cuss– I’s pannin’ fer rhymes and not dirt in the dust!

Hmph, what’s that ya got there?
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Jun 2016 · 12.8k
/THE NEW APARTHEID
Kevin J Taylor Jun 2016
Yes, segregate.
Create a slum for me.
Build walls.
Render us apart.
Hide.
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The New Apartheid appears in full in Walling In and Walling Out: Why Are We Building New Barriers to Divide Us? by Laura McAtackney (Editor), Randall H. McGuire (Editor), Chapter 11, Conclusion. Available on Amazon.
Jun 2016 · 585
/Let us say...
Kevin J Taylor Jun 2016
Let us say that we have loved
and though good women,
though good men,
admit the hatreds too.

And looking, just by looking,
find that love may be
the greater of the pair
and love, the bed upon which
hate must heal.

Let us say that we have loved.
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May 2016 · 728
/Head bowed.
Kevin J Taylor May 2016
Head bowed. Homeless.
What a heavy load
He carries.
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Saw him crossing a street in LA.
Kevin J Taylor May 2016
You sit, you stand, you read
the news. How marvelous
that you do not weep.
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Mar 2016 · 609
/Toss me high
Kevin J Taylor Mar 2016
Friends, do not hold me,
Toss me high!
Free to rise
Above the winds,
Above the darkness
Sadness brings.

Friends, do not hold me,
Toss me high!
Sing your Hellos!
And if we must,
A kiss goodbye.
Sing your Hellos!
And if we must,
For just a little while,
Goodbye.
_________________________

I'm glad we learned to love each other. See you on the Road to Truth.


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Mar 2016 · 505
/Cool in the shade
Kevin J Taylor Mar 2016
Cool in the shade
(still) dancing
with Lord Buddha
See Boy runner

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Feb 2016 · 42.9k
/For My One True Valentine
Kevin J Taylor Feb 2016
Sunflowers! Crowns golden!
Violets! Sweet petals, blue!
Carnations! Pinks! Whites!
         —And my Love for You!

Dahlias! Such beauty!
Tulips! Who knew!
Orchids! Red roses!
         —And my Love for You!
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Kevin J Taylor Jan 2016
Enjoy the sunshine when she comes
Enjoy the blue skies cleared of grey
And with a glad song in your heart
Enjoy the sunshine when she comes

Enjoy the sun through dancing leaves
Enjoy her warmth against your skin
Enjoy the flowers and the green
Whatever else your day may bring

Enjoy the sunshine when she comes
It's been a while my dear old friend
Since we have walked and talked and laughed
Something we should do again

Enjoy the sunshine when she comes
Until then—
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Kevin J Taylor Jan 2016
My self, that is, that part, the part you say is me
Your part, that part, that self I sense in verse
And without whom, that self, your self,
My self is lost for words
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Jan 2016 · 3.8k
/Snowflakes
Kevin J Taylor Jan 2016
I see snowflakes in my headlights
Just one or two—and now a few.

They come dancing from the darkness.
They fly twirling out of view.
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Driving to work before dawn, along the Trans Canada towards Chilliwack. Perfect.
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Kevin J Taylor Dec 2015
Prayer and Glory! [a single voice, calling]

Jesus! [more voices, tumultuous, joyful]

Leading each of us to heaven
He with neither sin nor hating
Christians everywhere sing joyful
Loving each of God's creations
Praise Him! Praise Him! Every nation!
Praise the King this Christmas morning!
Prayer and Glory!
Christ, Our Savior, Christmas born!

Christians everywhere sing joyful!
Prophesy has come to pass
Jesus sent for our salvation
God, Our Father, gathers us
Praise Him! Praise Him! Every nation!
Praise the King this Christmas morning!
Prayer and Glory!
Christ, Our Savior, Christmas born!
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The message of Christ is valuable and I celebrate the life and lives of those who seek, and may have found their way. Merry Christmas!
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Kevin J Taylor Dec 2015
The mathematics of the shattered soul:
Faux theorems born of arithmetic (adj.) chance
Associations purged of higher goals
Dreams of psych (and pharma) courtesans

Whilst mystery lies in algebraic shoals
False purposed ranks of prophets blindly dance
And madmen peddle poisons from their towers
Thus Man is kept in ignorance of Man
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Nov 2015 · 8.6k
/Paris, November
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2015
I remember. I remember
The flying leaves and floating leaves
Blazing yellow-orange-red

Until, wind-felled, their final embers
I remember to this day
This wet wool-gray, this end of day

Paris that November
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Paris attacks, 13 November 2015.
Nov 2015 · 1.3k
/Members of the Jury—
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2015
It was a drive-by versing
A poem invasion
An act of irrepressible aesthetics
Unmitigated form and passion
Premeditated meter
Alliteration
Aggravated by both rhythm
And rhyme

It was a drive-by versing
A poem incursion
A wilding of fact and fantasy

By all accounts
A Declaration of Words
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When my home town made it illegal for singers and performers to freely work the streets there was a protest rally. I read this poem from the courthouse steps with bullhorn in hand.
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Nov 2015 · 2.6k
/Them Birds That Cat
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2015
Yellow blue green white black—
they sit upon their perch
above the cat.

Cool cat—
she curls her tail and counts
and curls her tail,
she counts—
them birds.

That cat.
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Nov 2015 · 2.3k
/Northern Night
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2015
The road that lies below lies deep, lies still.
No moon to light the snow.  The sky is clear.
Alone, heads back and arm in arm—We're here!
In disbelief—We hardly breathe—But here!

So spills the light of Heaven into sight—
Illumined, rising, falling, shifting trace.
Upon the starry sweep of northern night,
In ribbon-folds of light and dark it sways

Above the shepherd pine and hemlock choir.
There—  This night!  The sky!  The lights!
The stars!  The fire!
Above!  Across!  My God—
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I recall having seen the northern lights only twice in this lifetime.  The last was while driving east on an early winter evening.  I turned my head to look north where the mountains above Vancouver are lit along the ski run down Grouse.  There, and above darker more distant silhouettes, the northern lights hung in unexpected splendor.
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You'll also find this poem altered slightly as a Christmas version.
Nov 2015 · 1.3k
/We love or fail
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2015
Though love, by step, descends
through gates, along idyllic paths,
through grates and catacombs,
love ascends by love alone.

So it is that we create
and thereby are created.
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