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EMBRYO

EMBRYO

Do I,
EVER,
A new thought or thing create
Am I but
A false impresario
Draining the light and luster
From those who've gone before me
Molding
Riddles and rhymes
Into synthetic alibi's
And straining thickened blood
Through Emerson and Mozart
On keyboards
Of antiquities high notes
So that I might feel
What once
Was felt
By the masters
Or,
Am I,
Embryo?.....

Tony Taylor

 

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Nigel Cresswell...

Oh Tony I think the answer to the first question is  always and never. We are all embryos as poets and artists wrapped in the work of those that went before. Can you imagine what maturity might bring? 

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Tony Taylor

Cool Beans SIR NIGEL!!......I am honored that you left such a comment...... it was my intent to evoke precisely THAT!!.... .." Can you imagine what MATURITY might bring?"........I am committed my friend....... poets make no money....... but they ARE a part of the tide!!...... smiles........ Kings to you!!........T xo ???☀☀♥?

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Tony Taylor

You're GREAT sweetheart!!...... you rise up each day to meet the road ahead!!......a true poet writes every day...... you write more than that!!...... you are an angel!!..... sent to make me hate myself!!...... large smiles!!.....T xo....... Kings to you my Doge!!......... Kisses!!...... your friend....... Bill!........ ???. ?. ? ♥♥

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Olivia J. Wright

I Loved this T, Deeply poignant & thought 
provoking write you sure made me think
It reminded me somehow of part of an old quote/ poem l recalled( Below)
( l live amongst the cold and false, and l must seem like them, for much l am
as those l most condem, l teach my lips there sweetest smile, my voice it’s softest tone, l borrow others likeness, til l almost lose my own ) 
Are we, but carbon copies is nothing new, Like a circle- embryo - revolve - evolve.....repeat.
( I know  I’m intelligent l know nothing ) cheers bro ✍️

 

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Tony Taylor

Wow!! OLIVIA!!..... that's such a great quote .....do you remember where it came from?.....I can see why it reminded you of my write.  .....Thank you so much for taking the time to relate this to me!!...... you're awfully cool girlfriend!!..... smiles!!......T xo ??☀☀♥ ?

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Olivia J. Wright

Ps. Hi T. The quote was from an old Victorian Birthday Book That l have,
I’ll find it & check out who the author is for you ...Olivia ✍️

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Tony Taylor

Very cool ~ thanx so much Olivia!!...... much appreciated my friend!!....TTYL......T xo

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Dean Kuch

I think we're a little bit of both, Tony—embryo as well as wordsmiths and impresario.
Like anything we do, if we do it often enough we evolve and grow in our writing.
If we aren't we should be.
Obviously some are much more prolific than others with their writing, having written something every day. However, practice makes perfect and we, as well as those who care enough to read what we've written, must not kowtow to popular opinion and remain true to who we are.
Like life, we get out of reading and writing what we are willing to put into it.
Excellent poem, my friend!
~Dean

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Leah Yodico

A poem with profound honesty.
I started writing poem at 60 , my first entry on here... I haven't written poems before albeit thoughts and ideas were there since Elementary... we don't get rich, but it makes us more human being able to share our feelings; our words are put to music (just dreaming lol)...acted on stage. Oh ! I will never forget my High School days when I joined declamation contest... no feelings at all... May be they mean much to me now than they would have when I was 13.... we are what we are... 
I'm glad I cross the other part of the river... amazing talents like you, Cherie , other VIPS and a lot more.

Thanks for sharing. 

hugs and cheers

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Tony Taylor

Hey LEAH!!... apologies for the late reply.......I am so excited that you shared this with me....I had NO idea that you just started writing poetry..... you sure took to it like a duck to water!! (smiles).... and you are SO right about poetry making us more human...... as a musician I am most fortunate to be able to put my words to music....... I'll be recording with Dan Lamaestra for a week or so beginning on May 7th......gonna be SO much fun!!.... I'll keep you updated!!...... again, thanx SO mUCH for sharing LEAH!!....... King's to you!!.......T xo ??✳✳♥ ?

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Tony Taylor

I agree with you DEAN!!..... anything worth doing is worth doing well...... when I first began playing guitar, which I only took up so I'd have an outlet for my poetry, I found that it was much more work than I'd expected, today I play every day for the sheer love of doing it!!....... now I do both as much as possible!!....... as you stated ~ we get out of it what we are willing to put into it!!.......thanx for the kind words my friend!!..... have a great day!!..... stay golden!!.......T xo

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Dean Kuch

You're very welcome, Tony.
You do the same.
~Dean

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Jai Masters

 

    Embryo - 
  It’s the egg or chicken 
     I say you are like the sky 
 expansive and embracing 
       A star ? in my view I admire 
 I found you 
  Your light over us 
thank you for this creative piece 
luv Jjai :))) 
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Tony Taylor

You have a strange kind of kindness my friend!!...... the kind of kindness that .......moves and shakes!!..... and makes me want to be creatively progressive!......thanx for being you JAI MASTERS!!....... smiles!!......T xo

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Richard Waters

An auspicious offering delivered with a precision rarely seen. The constant attention to detail correlates with a flowing comprehension, to embody reflection and philosophy, in a way geared to creating interest !
Thanks for sharing such a cosmopolitan, well-engineered, manipulation of mindful purpose.  :)
Take care my friend.  :)

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Tony Taylor

Wow SIR WATERS!!..... this is such a fine comment..... making feel like I'm understood in my attempts at the poetic!!..... sometimes I feel like I'm writing for the abyss.... where poems go to die..... because I'm not capable of reaching the masses with my 'left field' attempts.... but then someone comes along and sets my sails straight into the wind!!......thanx brother!!...... more than appreciated!!........T xo

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Nardine Sanderson

His heart knows the finest things in life - are to love, and be loved
but he knows not just how loved
His heart is.

Love you bro for your individual
Yearning, the stems of a flower
Are grand, and in the infinite light
There shinning - rose petals
Falling into your hand.
Love
Always, Deano xo

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Tony Taylor

Wow!! DEANO!!.....what a gorgeous comment!!..... truly beautiful.... touched my heart Big Sis!!...... thank you for taking the time to write this...... love you too!!...... hope all is well with you and yours!!........ smiles......T xo ♥

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linda wright

so  cool your poem inspiried me linda j wright

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Tony Taylor

Thank you LINDA...... apologies for the late reply....I really didn't see this until today.... much love to you and yours girlfriend!!...... smiles.......T xo

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