Our Own Hell

Our Own Hell

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The Sun burns down

Turning the day into a hell

Tarmac burns and bubbles

Sticking to children’s feet

Sunscreen will not work

Your body turns red in minutes

Clothes hurt way too much

And sleeping is almost impossible 

All you can do is pray for cold air

Or you could pray for a quick death

Either way would be a blessing

Chill please. I was just kidding

But, think about this for a second

At least you wouldn't hurt anymore

© Poem – IV/XI/MMXXV

LRET

 

Mother Goose

Mother Goose

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Mother Goose takes a walk

Leaving all her little ones at home

Sometimes she just needs a break

But do not worry too much

The kids know how to honk

They are louder than an A-bomb

So, Mother Goose will run home

Taking care of her babies

Just before she leaves again

And her gander gets stuck

Cursing and crying

He binge-watches Netflix

Hating his life choices

Praying that the kids do not wake up

At least until their mom gets home

© Poem – III/XI/MMXXV

LRET

 

The Winter Moon

The Winter Moon

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The full moon on a winter's eve

Casts a strange light across the horizon 

It creates dark shadows all around

Giving the night an evil glow

Maybe it is safe to travel alone

But that could be your worst mistake

The light that you see is not common

It only arrives when the Earth is just right

It is not known why it comes or who sends it

But you will hear screams of pain and terror

And you may see stains in the snow

Sadly, you will not see the people who went out

They may be dead, or they may just be missing 

A few of us know the truth, but we will never say

That would take all of the fun away

And we sure would not want that

Would we?

© Poem – II/XI/MMXXV

LRET

 

The Speed Of Time

The Speed Of Time

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I do not know who invented time

They didn’t make it right

It passes so fast that we can’t see it

One minute, we are playing on a monkey bar

Next, we must use a walker to move

Yeah, we can look and try to remember

Sometimes even that fails us

I know that we all complain about it

But nothing is ever going to fix it

So what if every year feels like an hour

We just have to accept what they decided

Just remember that time is truly fleeting

So in the next “hours” left, live a whole life

And do not worry, you didn’t make the rules

You just have to live by them

© Poem – XXXI/X/MMXXV

LRET

 

Waterdrop

Waterdrop

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Let the river flow

Gathering speed as it goes

It does not know what is coming

Every drop has a chance to create

With an equal fatal chance

The roar keeps the drops from thinking 

What is going to happen

Will the drops go over the falls

And crash behind the rocks below

Or will they be lifted into the mist

Flying high above the chaos below

Creating a beautiful rainbow

A wonderful memory for anyone watching

Before they make their trip up the river

Just so they can do it again and again

Danger, fear, and the ultimate beauty

Such is the life of a waterdrop

© Poem – XVIII/X/MMXXV

LRET

 

Just The Way I Am

Just The Way I Am

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I have never feared nature

To me, everything needs to be loved

From the most beautiful bird

To the lowliest insect

They are all my friends and I care for them

Even the snakes that can kill me with a bite

I will hold them and pet them

People say that I am foolish for tempting death

But I do not see it that way

I am always nice to them

Talking to them and showing them affection

They always treat me the same way

That is how my life should be

I would not want it any different

© Poem – XXVIII/X/MMXXV

LRET

 

Remember To Play

Remember To Play

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The children know

They know how to be friends

How to play together

And how not to argue over crap

Somehow, we lose all of that 

Adulting takes it all away

Replacing it with God knows what

We lose our imagination and vision

We lose our curiosity and our desire for fun

Most of all, we forget how to discuss

And we lose our ability to question

Maybe we should search our souls

Find that secret path to being a kid again 

So that we might be better adults

© Poem – XXVI/X/MMXXV

LRET