Loyd C. Taylor
Loyd is one of 12 children and grew up as a simple country boy in the great state of North Carolina. His parents were a source of inspiration by providing him with a rich and full appreciation for life and living… and of faith and family. Much of his writing reflects a sense of deep Southern roots. Loyd's wife, Kathy, is the source of inspiration for his romance and relationship poetry. Loyd’s ... more »
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Loyd C. Taylor Poems
The Pastor's Wife
She serves in a position she had not sought for in her life She simply fell in love with a man called into ministry, You may know her; she’s the pastor’s wife.
An Old Soldier
A Tribute to all veterans, and all of our brave soldiers, God bless you! ****** Friend, I have faced many a difficult battle,
A Mother's Day Poem For You
Written by my Grand daughter Cayce Taylor Her first poem.
Snowflakes a-fallin', in the kitchen Mom's callin', 'You youngins' get out of that bed! ' The day's now a-wastin', the biscuits a-bakin' And I got lots to do 'ere ye're fed.
Father Poetry: A Fathers Tribute
FATHERS Fathers … They are strong
A Friend Like You
When I have down times Days dreary and blue, I receive help right on time From a friend like you.
Ode To A Thief
He is just a common thief, And now he must pay; His wicked deeds bring him, Condemned to die today.
A Rainbow Is...
A Rainbow is… An undeniable natural beauty, Appearing mysteriously,
I’ll Put Some Coffee On
The time has finally come, there is no one here now and I’m alone. I shouldn’t be surprised, for loneliness is the story of my life. I have the rope ready and my stool, now I will put on this tight sweatshirt to secure my arms, just in case I change my mind. But, I know I won’t, I just have to end this suffering, I hope to God I have the courage to see it through.
The Creation Poem
The Creation Poem The birds and the bees, the flowers and trees, The stars in the sky, the little butterflies;
Sixty-five White Daisies and Ten
The story of Frank and Viola's Diamond anniversary. ***** Frank was ninety and seven;
When I chose To burn my bridges to you, O what a stupid choice I made; For I burned my fingers with the matches.
Everything About You
When you smile, When you giggle, When you cuddle, When you wiggle;
A Tree Perspective
I've seen you in this barren space Standing majestically tall, I've gazed upon your elegance From winter through to fall.
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The Pastor's Wife
She serves in a position she had not sought for in her life
She simply fell in love with a man called into ministry,
You may know her; she’s the pastor’s wife.
She accepted her role to live for Jesus and share the Gospel light.
She just wanted to make God and her husband proud,
Just happy to be the pastor’s wife.
She started on her journey, her expectations soaring high.
She gave her heart and soul to the task,
For she’s the pastor’s wife.
She was expected to be a certain kind of woman adjusting to church life.
She was not there to receive, but to ...