Yelhsa's Poetry, and Writings.

Yelhsa's Poetry, and Writings.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Poetry, July 2011

Untitled, Yelhsa Taylor
The beauty comprised
In just one tree,
Tells me of
Creation's story.


This Time, Yelhsa Taylor, July 2011
Apocolypse is on these lips,
The end is on my mind.
Yet what will I do
        In this life?
How shall I spend this time?

Israel, the Humble, July 2011
Esau lost his blessing
With a humble stew.
Jacob loved a shepherdess.
-Humbling too.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Kansas Annie, The Back Cover Description. ebook coming soon.

Kansas Annie
By Ashley D. Taylor

Estranged to typical life, Annie seeks freedom in a one room camper. Faced with love, Annie must decide if she can let go of her own ideals while holding on to what matters the most. Daniel is in a war with his parents and the rest of the world. Can he secure the woman of his dreams and let God in?

Poetry

Epidemic, by Yelhsa Taylor 2010
hustling bustling,
time to slow down.
time out from dining out,
busy town.
commotion in motion,
crumbling down.
laziness craziness,
spreading around.




Narrow, by Yelhsa Taylor, 20??
Raindrops on my brow,
Tears apon my cheek,
In blood and stains I vow,
The narrow road I seek.





Be's of Bees, Yelhsa Taylor, 2011
O, How I want to be
A keeper of
A hive of bees.




Mishers, Yelhsa Taylor, 2011
Mishers of fen,
Fishers of men,
Cast out your nets,
Draw the fish in.




Pure and Lovely, Yelhsa Taylor, June 2011
Broken, bare and
Lonely.
Restored, pure and
Lovely.




The Land, Yelhsa Taylor, June 2011
Not just money,
Milk and honey.

Out From The Ashes, 2009

Out From the Ashes, By Yelhsa Taylor, 2009
Out from the ashes, the coals burned bright. The coals glistened and seemed to breathe as they changed colors and looked almost peaceful, content to be the ones to survive and be remembered long past the scorching flames. Smoke rose and choked out the air, hissing in defiance before it dispersed. Brothers and sisters, am I unlike the coals? Once a lovely tree, chopped down and laid to waste beside the house; facing heat, bitter cold, rain and the night. Whether for amusement or to keep warm, the builder of the fire picked me up and sets me ablaze. Layers are burned away, cleansing away the bugs and rottenness that imbedded itself in. An audience watches as I bare my soul in the blazing coals. The smoke tries to choke me out, but the smoke cannot quench it all; for I still have a voice. Out from the ashes, a coal burns bright.

Short Story, Hermie, 2010.

Hermie and Crickenz, Yelhsa Taylor 2009
This is the legend of the two most unlikely mates, a cricket and a troll. As we all know, trolls are nasty, gnarly creatures that abide in the deep dark filthy places under bridges. They succumb innocent bystanders to cross- in order to make money to satisfy their greed. The odd thing about this troll is that she wasnʼt a giant nasty troll, but was a tiny bubble of fun. Gretchen Hermwich was sweet and had a mighty sweet tooth. She loved to bake chocolate, candy, and pies. Her laugh was so thorough, so giggly, that her friends felt itʼs magic for miles around. She had a round face that was wrinkled from the top of her head to the bottom of her fat, fat neck. Her cheeks looked like maraschino cherries, and her nose was like an overcooked sausage link, complete with a hairy mole on the left end of it. She had green cotton candy hair that stuck straight up. Legend says that anyone who catches her will have good luck.
Down by the creek, in a cushion of moss, Crickenz, the green bush-cricket, was working in his lab. He wore his white lab coat, little glasses, and red high top sneakers. He was a serious cricket dedicated to his inventions. His antennas folded over when he was thinking, and his long forehead had a straight line of constancy. He was a night fellow and ventured out this night to follow an instinctual call to find a wife. He tapped his red shoes and sang the most beautiful song. Out from the forest came Gretchen, who would meet his call and become his wife. She had never heard anything so beautiful, and he perceived her beauty and quirky ways. They embraced and began a life together in their mossy habitat between the roots of an oak tree. He built her a kitchen and she brought luck to him and his inventions. Many adventures did they share together.