Human Lives in Rhyme Consolations in the Time of Covid

Mark E. Taylor

Description

A volume of poetry reflects on one man’s experiences and the world around him with the intent of providing hope to all that better days are ahead.
When I look across the arc of my life, I love
That the peaks they mean so much
That the valleys came to define me
That the stars will twinkle on when I am gone
In a debut collection, Mark Taylor shares poems penned in his past with the hope of inspiring others to believe in a happier tomorrow.
Taylor lyrically explores diverse themes that include family, love, and life itself taking the reader to a sandy beach where a photographer shouts commands to his sun-kissed subject, an alley where a few crouch for coins and others sell mags off tatty loins, a simple song that transports a man to happier times, a weeping willow tree that holds youthful memories, and a moment of surprise, love, warmth, and beauty when a mum and son become one.
Human Lives in Rhyme is a volume of poetry that reflects on one man’s experiences and the world around him with the intent of providing hope to all that better days are ahead.

Sujets

• Poetry
• Love

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press AU
• Date de parution: 22 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781982291815
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

A COLLECTION of POEMS
HUMAN LIVES IN RHYME CONSOLATIONS IN THE TIME OF COVID
 
 
MARK E. TAYLOR
 

 
Copyright © 2021 Mark E. Taylor.
 
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Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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ISBN: 978-1-9822-9180-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-9181-5 (e)
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 09/16/2022
CONTENTS

Dedication
 
An Ode to My Mother
Poem in the Park
A Sandy Sea Rhyme
A Sonnet for Mother
My love
Pitt Street
The Hills
A Simple Song
My Golden Swallow Flies
A Magnolia Blooms or A Sydney Opus
A Vision of Utopia
Sentinel Stone
The Arc of my Life
Spring’s Joy
I Miss You
The Return to Him
My Aunt
My Hero Lies Sleeping
O for a Muse of Fire that a bus would descend
Seasons come and go… A Haiku
The Willow
A Simple Song
A Man’s Memories and a Smile
Autumnal Heart
Blessed Raindrops
An Autumn Park Bench where love goes on
A Babe in Your Arms
Love from the Trenches, France 1915
The Town Square
Simple Thanks To Account
Yoko
Oh youth, why did you leave so?
 
Epilogue
DEDICATION

I would like to give thanks to the team at Balboa Press whose encouragement and support has been so appreciated. Thanks, must be given to those classmates at Kawerau College who influenced me, as we debated the artistic merits of the greats, Shakespeare, Mansfield, Atkinson, Curtis & Elton. You know who you are! Most artists have a muse in their lives. One I had is my former girlfriend, Celina Seeto, who deserves my heartfelt thanks. Being with her was one of the great privileges of my life. There are friends who’ve supported me in amazing ways, from a pat on the back, to simply listening to me. I am a lucky man.
Thank you to all my relations who are in the UK, I love you all and will be glad when I can travel to the UK once more. To my sister, Vanessa Hales and brother-in-law, Patrick Hales, I know it is difficult to be a good family when there are many miles in between us. I love you guys and think about you often. My nieces and nephew. Seeing you all from birth, grow into wonderful adults is something I cherish dearly, and I am truly proud to be your uncle. My late father Jack was a quiet, yet strong man, clever, logical, funny, charming and hansom, I miss him dearly. His influence is in the lines that follow, thanks dad. After he died, my mam she said she was lonely, I was unsure what to do. Then one day Dr Duncan France met my mum and soon they married. To Duncan I give my deepest thanks, as he’s taken very good care of my mum. He is different to my dad, but he like my dad did, loves my mum and has filled her life with new experiences, travel, wonderful companionship and love. He’s encouraged me to print the poems that follow. Like all adoptees, I have two mums. One who gave birth to me whom I give thanks and my love to, wherever you may be.
My other mum, (my mam), I have always been very close to. When I started writing, I was often encouraged to publish by my mam, so much that I thought perhaps she was biased? Her love and Yorkshire persistence made me realise I should put them to print. You would not be reading this without her love and encouragement.
Therefore, these poems are dedicated to my mam, Teri whom I love with all my heart.
AN ODE TO MY MOTHER

The sun shines fair and strong, bright on this Autumn Day
I cannot go to the park or cinema, I must make my own way
In my house I spend time, reading books through which I learn
Meditations by Aurelius, simply does not stop my mind’s return
 
To my mum, my lovely, the single closest constant in all my life
For her guiding hand, I owe much, for helping me through the strife
My mind is a product of biology, and her generosity, love and kindness
Deftly, she made my world clear, by so doing banished my blindness