Your Happy Sunrise

Your Happy Sunrise

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Everyone knows that you hurt

Unbearable pain

But you still rise every morning

Just to see the sun rise

That one thing fills your heart

Making the pain go away

And brining a smile to your face

If only the sun could always rise

Your life would be happy again

© Poem – IV/XXX/MMXXII

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Messy Hair

Messy Hair

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Messy hair means a lot to me

It takes a special kind of person

You do not spend hours before a mirror

It does not matter what people say

So, let the winds blow

Throw your brush out of the window

And run your fingers through it

It does not matter anymore

You are you and you are perfect

© Poem – IV/XXIX/MMXXII

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A Little Girl

A Little Girl

By Lord R.e. Taylor

A little girl

Travelling the world

With just on finger

One word at a time

© Poem – IV/XXIX/MMXXI

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We Walked The Tracks

We Walked The Tracks

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It used to be so much fun

Walking the rails

Going for miles and miles

Without ever seeing a train

Every track eventually crossed a bridge

Walking with a little more caution

It was only then a train would come

Our heart started beating faster

There is no sense running

Our lives became jump or die

We did the only thing we could

Broken legs, cuts, and bruises later

We still walk the tracks

We still cross the bridges

I guess we will never learn

© Poem – IV/XXVII/MMXXII

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Death’s Messenger

Death’s Messenger

By Lord R.e. Taylor

For hundreds of years

The same stories have been told

Warnings of a fated death

Haunting you as you go through life

They are there whenever you look

Watching you and waiting

They know the moment you will die

And they are there to take you

Crying and pleading will not help

You are not going to have a choice

Death’s messenger is there for you

And it will not fail

© Poem – IV/XXVI/MMXXII

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Do Not Enter

Do Not Enter

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Everywhere you go

Signs tell you want to do

Stop, go, wait and many more

Most make at least some sense

But some are light red buttons

‘Do not enter’ all over the place

Danger lurks behind the sign

So many people know better

They know those signs hide secrets

Secrets not meant to be fun

But they usually are

© Poem – IV/XXIV/MMXXII

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Dance

Dance

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Free your magic

Feel the beat

Dance only for yourself

© Poem – IV/XXIII/MMXXII

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Hell On Earth

Hell On Earth

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Behind the old walls

So much happened

So many people were murdered

Shot by squads of men

Just for saying the wrong thing

Talking to the wrong people

Or just being in the wrong place

Because of one madman

The wall was no longer just a wall

It became a hell on Earth

© Poem – IV/XXII/MMXXII

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Your Own Star

Your Own Star

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Everyone has a special star

One which shines every night

Watching over its person

Making sure everything is alright

Waiting and watching for the moment

When a single wish is made

Then that star will shine brighter than ever

Knowing that its person is happy

© Poem – IV/XXII/MMXXII

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Bargirl

Bargirl

By Lord R.e. Taylor

She makes the same nightly journey

From bar to bar, man to man

No one wants her, but everyone uses her

She is nothing, a no one looking for love

© Poem – IV/XX/MMXXII

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What To Do

What To Do

By Lord R.e.Taylor

Will somebody tell him what to say

Or maybe he should be told what to do

Everything that used to be right

Is now offensive or just wrong

It changes every single day

And it never repeats

© Poem – IV/XIX/MMXXII

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A Perfect Summer Day

A Perfect Summer Day

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Summer is a perfect season

Finding your place on the sand

A cool breeze coming off the Pacific

The scent of salt water in the air

Snags cooking on a charcoal grill

Mates drinking litres of XXXX

Some sheilas sunning on the sand

And some good old Aussie songs

Blasting on the radio

A day could never be better

And that is what Australia was made for

© Poem – IV/XVIII/MMXXII

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Looking Around

Looking Around

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I think I should look around

But I am afraid what I might see

Is the world as bad as I hear it is

Has all the good been chased away

Tales tell of people without hope

Wandering the roads to save their lives

Hiding away deep into the shadows

Praying that no one will find them

Mass graves with hundreds of bodies

Babies, children, and women killed

All because they were given life

Come to think of it I may not look around

I do not want to see what I might see

Because I do not think I could cry again

I may just be all out of tears

@ Poem – IV/XVII/MMXXII

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One Light

One Light

By Lord R,e, Taylor

One light

Placed just right

Releasing new colors

Adding a beauty to the night

© Poem – IV/XVII/MMXXII

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His Welcoming Home

His Welcoming Home

By Lord R.e. Taylor

He built himself a home

Inviting as a whisper

Beautiful as a sunrise

Sitting always alone

He waits to welcome you

© Poem – IV/XVI/MMXXII

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Waiting For My Friends

Waiting For My Friends

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Working all day

Drinking all night

Waiting for my friends

A few shots of whiskey

And God knows how many beers

But the time is going so slow

It is just another night

A few more shots of whiskey

And God knows how many beers

Waiting for my friends

Drinking a few more shots of whiskey

And a few more beers

Maybe I should just stop caring

Even if I do drink alone

At least I am drinking with my best friend

© Poem – IV/XIII/MMXXII

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His Moments Of Love

His Moments Of Love

By Lord R.e. Taylor

They only met once

Speaking for mere minutes

You became someone special

Someone who entered his heart

He tried and tried, over and over again

But he could never find her again

So, he dreams of her

And when he does, he smiles

Remembering those few moments

And the woman who made him love

© Poem – IV/XIII/MMXXII

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A Star For You

A Star For You

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Every has been told

Each star is special

The soul of someone lost

Everyone who went before

Yes, they do listen to us

When we talk, pray, or wish

They are there just as you were told

So, tell them your problems

Tell them your wishes and your prayers

They will always be there for you

And they will do what they can for you

That is their promise and their reason for being

© Poem – IV/XII/MMXXII

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Jessika’s Tears

Jessika’s Tears

By Lord R.e. Taylor

On the day Jessika was born

The world welcomed a new heart

Full of love and hope

But that was her lifetime ago

Now the world has turned its back

That little girl lives surrounded

Her family buried under tons of rubble

Now there is no one to give her cereal and milk

No one to tuck her into bed with her dolly

No one to kiss the tip of her nose and say ‘I love you’

Now she waits, and waits, and waits

Hoping someone will hear her weakening cries

And they will be there to give her cereal and milk

They will tuck her into bed with her dolly

And they will kiss the tip of her nose and say ‘I love you

Before Jessika becomes just another body to be buried

© Poem – IV/X/MMXXII

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Work Is Waiting

Work Is Waiting

By Lord R.e. Taylor

A beautiful sunrise

Looking like a palace courtyard

Interrupted by my ride 

Work is waiting

© Poem – IV/VIII/MMXXII

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Something Unseen

Something Unseen

By Lord R.e. Taylor

There is something unseen

You can feel it when you awaken

You can hear it within the white noise

It gives you a reason to survive

It is there when it is needed most

You know the truth and you disbelieve

Some say it no longer exists

Your life is proof that it does

So, open your mind, your heart, and soul

Trust that the feelings you have are real

Soon, you will know what the universe knows

You will feel everything the universe feels

And just maybe you will come to understand

You are the universe, and the universe is you

All you have to do is believe in something unseen

© Poem – IV/VII/MMXXII

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Why Writers Drink

Why Writers Drink

By Lord R.e. Taylor

We write so much

Words after words

Thousands of ideas

One after another without end

Writer's block comes and goes

Sometimes lasting forever

But somehow, we always come back

Unending stress lives over us

With unending tears and laughs

Eating a whole mess of really bad food

And enjoying just enough sleep to stay alive

We suffer through it because we love it

But when the last word is written

Every one of us say the same thing

‘Christ, I need a drink’

Only then can we write the best two words

We write ‘The End’ and then we can start editing

And we drink even more

@ Poem – IV/VI/MMXXII

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Where Is Humanity

Where Is Humanity

By Lord R.e. Taylor

People abandoned

Left behind by an idiot

Women and babies killed

Murdered by a madman

They never cared to know their names

Or even what they looked like

The world is going to Hell

Destroyed by a few people

Ones who do not really think

They would not care even if they did

All of the losses will continue

More people will die

More people will be forgotten

As long as we sit back and allow it

As long as we do not speak out

Until we remember what humanity is

Enjoy your life while you can

The world is only going to get worse

© Poem – IV/V/MMXXII

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All Those Complaints

All Those Complaints

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Complain, complain, complain

It’s all you ever do

Twenty-four hours a day

Seven days a week

A little about this

A little about that

A whole lot of the other thing

It just never stops

I am usually the brunt of it

But I have to accept it

It is just who she is

And she isn’t going to change

© Poem – IV/IV/MMXXII

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Your Own Paradise

Your Own Paradise

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Life can be so hard

Sometimes too much to bear

There is usually no escape

Maybe you can disappear

Just vanish into the wind

Leave your world behind

Find somewhere you can be you

Somewhere no one can find you

Just you and your dreams

A paradise of your own

© Poem – IV/I/MMXXII

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