Poems from Regi Taylor

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Regi Taylor has had a more than 30 year career in Sales, Marketing, Public Relations, Advertising, Publishing and Multi-Media Relations and Production. He has hands-on experience with consumer titles such as Consumer Reports, Black Enterprise and Penthouse, and has done public relations assignments for AT&T Corporation and The Montel Williams Show. The married father of four young adult children has achieved notable artistic accomplishments over his lifetime as a graphic artist, designer and sculptor. Choosing to pursue an unconventional artistic path, Regi's art has been associated more with social commentary than art for art's sake. In the 80's Regi designed and promoted the 'East Orange, City With Appeal' logo to spearhead local redevelopment initiatives. In the 90's he was cited in the U.S Congressional Record for promoting racial harmony in New York City with his GOLDEN OpportUNITY FOR UNITY insignia. More recently Regi went before the Baltimore Public Art Commission to petition for his BMORE (Baltimore) Community Sculpture as a possible permanent outdoor display of local civic pride. During his career Regi Taylor has published poetry and other creative writing and lyrics. He was mentored for many years by the late Stanley Bleifeld, world renowned sculptor and former president of the National Sculpture Society in New York City, whose influence has profoundly influenced Regi's Heart & Art Collection Wearable Artifacts Ensemble - https://www.thumbtack.com/profile/services/v2BQbGu2ZcqaGw/ . .
It's quiet hours like these... The room is dark The moon is full My heart is empty Visions dance on my mind Of times when ours was now......
Falling leaves swirl by Squirrels peek through the pane My companion's eyes caress me Our serenade is rain Fingers dance along my spine...
Twenty score years ago, and some The evil merchants crossed the waves Gleeful as they raped and pillaged Their cargoes of dark-skinned...
Look... And never see the quiet fires in your eyes. Listen... And never hear your sultry sonnet. Wonder... And never realize your subtle...
Sweet tender flower... I love you. Been long in the Garden... In search. You speak to my senses... In silent, poignant eloquence. I long to...

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