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Albert Taylor Poem
Salubrious salutations, new age
gradually old made voyage,
Living was perfunctory and now it’s stale,
Can the memory sway?
You yelled but no one heard,
Maybe tide was chatty with time
and now you are here, no quarter to hide;
Speed of time is high then it flies.
Many have come and gone but, all is saved to the core,
Not by alacrity that one lives, but by the almighty;
In the earliest times, the past began,
lessons taught through the odds.
Yesteryears were better, but not for the years after;
Hay have made its way today; can the sun shine then?
Old was new so is new; what is anew?
You kept your call, known was it,
step by step, the old fumbled in whole pit.
There is “do” so is “redo,” make your staying perpetuate gusto;
Everything has two sides: old and new, far and near, cry and laugh,
good and bad, greeting and farewell;
That which is good is sweet, and that which is sour is bad.
If moments leave scars,
will your past glitter?
As you stay, do ring the grotesque bell;
Your days shall be well.
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In all facets, its scent blows like the man's coil,
Stop, you are weak!
Now these words make you freak.
From afar, more you walk, here you dwell.
Ravenous? Then swallow grumble and toil.
Top; above your imagination, so many are sick,
Despite this, beginning starts; end to seek?
None to lie, the sores as well.
This panting seems a marathon, what an adventure!
Imagine finishing it not knowing,
The cargoes still goes, none will venture,
Just a slopy, seems a hill unmoving,
To heads, all have gleefully mature,
Many are disparities that left filling.
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So a world could be small yet too big,
This lady is ripped; she cries all day!
He to be master, now boss ever stay.
Oh this soil, half a decade always a whole dig.
"Master please be a leader" with tears she shouts in pain.
Most are like a bonobo,
and few like a honey badger, but slow.
All these friendly villains take off the veil.
For the ambiance of time tortured and nurtured by men's sensual urges.
Affiliated with a passed-down notion to propel greed.
Indomitable hypocrites,
It's been decades without any gesture to bewail the masses.
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Your arm is Soft like sponge pillow,
Heavy is the head that rests on;
Soft but strong, made me embrace loner.
Serene voice is all you got, deary!
Your oxygen the fairy has breathe,gem!
This being none have seen; pretty shorty.
How I wish this was not...pseudo.
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In love, I once did find such sweet relief,
But now I am consumed by bitter woe.
My heart, once full of joy, now knows only grief,
And all my happiness has turned to woe.
The days stretch on, a never-ending strain,
And I am lost in darkness, deep and vast.
The weight of sadness, like a heavy chain,
Binds me to this life, a prisoner at last.
Depression is a thief that steals my will,
And robs me of the light that once did shine.
I long for hope, a way to break this chill,
And find a path that leads to peace of mind.
But for now, I'll bear this heavy load,
And hope that love will guide me down the road.
Copyright © Albert Taylor | Year Posted 2023
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In face of fear, to find the strength to stand,
And look upon the danger in the eye,
To muster up the courage, heart in hand,
And face the challenge, or prepare to die.
To know that in the end, you may not win,
But still to fight with all the strength you've got,
To rise above the fear, to not give in,
To stand up tall, to give it all you've got.
For courage is not absence of all fear,
But rather standing tall in its embrace,
To take the challenge, even when unclear,
And push ahead with boldness and with grace.
So let us strive to have courage each day,
And face life's challenges in every way.
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Albert Taylor Poem
Philip's aunt is not flippant!
But Adam's aunt is Adamant!
Comfort is on chair,
And she is comfortable,
How so when she is not Mensiah, Faso?
Oh wow! So Denis can be dentist,
Ahh... and Albert is here while others Advert,
Silly! Call me our Asian friend- Billy,
That to do, I should plea?
My coach is my co,
ouch! Another pinch,
No wonder, he hates to see me on the couch.
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Yell not mine while in distress,
For NOBODY'S claim such that or this stress!
Destined to be great?
Be calmed at your cold and show mute kindness.
All love is not shown while the world is in fullness,
This race is ran with coldness;
In your thoughts, any with such tenets is heartless,
NOBODY'S touch not good at this caress!
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Oh what is that art read aloud?
From your world, beauty is art;
In your arms, fame sheds light,
Walking in all, narrowly, you spate; ah my fate,
In distress,writing is the right thing.
To show how endlessly you run in thy vain,
Bleeding all thoughts through the drop of ink;
A free man is imprisoned with you,
A blind or deaf, all dwell in your palace;
In you, love is blind, dearie!
Neutrally, others you embrace naturally,
When thirst, you quench; in English and or french,
The pinch at seize of words to make your touch soft,
Like hissing of the snake the brain finds peace,
Doing you is inspiring; a master piece.
Desires to make all touches leave a scar of evolution
Teen's age you surfaced with beauties along
To many you are red; for century, words have bled.
Oh poetry my beloved!
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A shattered heart, a shattered dream,
A love that once burned bright and gleamed,
Now torn apart at the seams,
A soul left empty, without esteem.
The days are long, the nights are cold,
The memories of love, now grow old,
The tears they fall, the heart it folds,
A story that's left, left untold.
The promises we made, now broken,
The love we shared, now unspoken,
The bond we forged, now a token,
Of what we lost, our love now broken.
The pain it lingers, deep inside,
A wound that's hard to bear, to hide,
The hope it fades, the dream it died,
A heart left broken, shattered, denied.
But in the end, we must move on,
Find the strength to carry on,
And though the love may be gone,
A new day will dawn, a new love to be born.
Copyright © Albert Taylor | Year Posted 2023
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