Busker

Busker

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Every weekend, you will find them

Sitting on milk crates, living their lives

With their guitars or keyboards

They produce the best music

Maybe even better than those millionaire singers

They never demand cold spring water

Or an unending appetite for green jellybeans

There are no seven-figure paychecks for them

Just maybe a few fifty-cent pieces

Or the shock of someone giving them a ten-dollar bill

All they get is a true sign of appreciation

With a few added minutes of applause

That is the life of a busker

A true artist performing for the love of music

© Poem – XXIII/III.MMXXVI

LRET

 

Waiting On My Package

Waiting On My Package

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Waiting all day

It has to be here

Waiting has been too long 

The message came yesterday

Telling me the good news

It was sent in a brown truck

Travelling all of the roads

Some are not even on the map

At least it was on the way

So now the day has come

That package will be here

There is a faith that it will appear

Smiles may replace pacing

Here's to hoping it will be worth it

And not three sizes too small

Like it was the last time

© Poem – XII/III/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Changing Realities

Changing Realities

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She was always a happy girl

Feeling love and looking to the future

She had a reality she created

Then one day, that reality was gone

Burned and shredded in her soul

Things that were always alright

Now they are the gravest of sins

She remembers the old days

When you used to want to be a wife and a mother

It was not a sin to be a woman

But she cannot go back to relive them

So, she locks herself in an empty room.

And there she creates herself a new reality

One of silence and no chance of being bothered

The only reality she could stand to live in

© Poem – X/III/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Feeling Of Death

Feeling Of Death

by Lord R.e. Taylor

What was he feeling

Was he scared

Did he feel pain

Did his soul leave his body

Or did it stay too long

What was he thinking

Did he see anything as he died

Could he say his final words

Or were they trapped in sealed lips

No one will really know what happened

All we know is that the rope tightened

And his life was taken

But when did he know it

That is the question we will never know

© Poem – VIII/III/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Living Fire

Living Fire

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Watch that fire burning

How it appears to be alive

Being tortured by the heat

As it reaches skyward for help

Listen to the screams as it crackles

Almost crying for it all to stop

Watch as pieces of it float away

Carried away on the slightest breeze

So next time you want marshmallows

Or to dry your socks after a rain

Remember that the fire you will use

It may have feelings and fears

The flames just cannot tell you

Not that you would listen anyway

© Poem – IV/III/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Do Not Tell Me

Do Not Tell Me

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Don't tell me what you want me to know

I am not going to listen to any of that

You will make things up or twist them around 

Pepper it with your own opinions

Then give it to me as the gospel truth

The thing is, I do have my own mind

It has all of my own thoughts and ideas

And I know that they are all my truths 

So take your ideas and look at them closely

Then come back, and we can have a chat

We both may learn something 

Once we both learn to listen

© Poem – II/III/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Fairy-Tale Kingdom

Fairy-Tale Kingdom

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You see it ahead of you

A beautiful land surrounding perfect water

Ruled by a king and queen

Created by generations of royalty before them

They keep the land peaceful

Hoping their people live happy lives

Even ships coming from a thousand miles away

They travel for months to land in this kingdom

Everyone is made to feel as if they belong

Because they do

Each citizen makes sure they feel at home

Maybe this land is a fantasy

Created by stories heard when you were a child

But what if it is not

What if all of the stories were true

Wouldn’t that be a great place to visit

And it’s even better to settle in

© Poem – I/III/MMXXVI

LRET