The Curse of What If

The Curse of What If

by Lord R.e. Taylor

What if...

They are only two small words,

Harmless enough when left alone,

Silent, so long as they do not lean toward each other.

But the moment they touch, something in the dark stirs.

A door unlatched, a wound reopened, a shadow that follows you home.

It asks only one thing of you:

What if I had chosen differently?

That is enough to send the mind drifting into places it should not go,

Through the graves of the past,

Through the choking stillness of the present,

Toward futures that linger like ghosts beyond a locked door.

Some paths might have spared you,

Others still move behind you, soft-footed and patient.

That is the curse of those two words:

They can bury you in a life that never happened.

© Poem – XVII/V/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Because Of A Letter

Because Of A Letter

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I had no idea it could happen

I had no idea it would happen

The day I saw your letter

Even without knowing you

I just knew that I felt something

It wasn’t love

It couldn’t have been

But there was something

We had to talk

We had to meet

When we did I saw something in your eyes

And when we did I meet knew it WAS love

Until this day and on to eternity

My heart and soul will always be yours

© Poem – XV/V/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Fantasies

Fantasies

By Lord R.e Taylor

Everyone has fantasies

Beautiful tropical lands

The perfect job

The perfect kids

And the perfect house

There is one problem with that

Something you cannot avoid

Nor can it ever be defeated

They are the infinite possibilities 

The ones twisting in our futures

So, please don't take things seriously

You cannot ask for what's coming

You cannot say no to it

So, just deal with it the best you can

And just smile and get on with your life

It is all you do anyway

© Poem – IV/V/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Invention Of Time

Invention Of Time

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Who was the guy who invented time

I would really love a chance to meet him

Maybe find out what he was thinking

Why are there only twenty-four hours

Why can't a day be twelve or thirty 

Or...why do we need hours at all

We could or would never be late

Nor could we ever be too early

Think how nice that would be

There would be no tomorrow

And we would never have a yesterday 

A lifetime without the rules of time

If only that man could have paused

Maybe just a moment longer to think

If only the tavern didn't have to close

And neither would I 

Maybe life would be just a little better

© Poem II/V/MMXXVI

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The Reason He Writes

The Reason He Writes

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He doesn't want to be famous

He doesn't need to be rich

For him, life is just creation

A chance to share thoughts

And maybe even a feeling or two

He does love it when people read his stuff

If he can make them laugh or cry

Or even just make them think a bit

He will have completed his purpose

And for a little while, his life is complete

© Poem – XXVII/IV/MMXXVI

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ANZACS

ANZACS

by Lord R.e. Taylor

They were never asked

All they saw was that their country needed help

Trained for weeks and shipped off

No one knew what would happen

But everyone knew what could happen

Thousands of young men fought

Many died a death never dreamed of

After years of fighting and death

Most came home as heroes

Others are buried in the land they defended

They are all truly remembered one day a year

We make sure that Anzac Day will never be changed

And that we will never forget

© Poem – XXV/IV/MMXXVI

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Fire In My Mind

Fire In My Mind

by Lord R.e. Taylor

There is a fire always burning

It has very little heat

And even less smoke

Yet it destroys my thoughts

Tears them to pieces right before me

I pray to God to extinguish the flames

Maybe allow my mind to work as it should

I am not asking to have it back forever

Just an hour or even just a moment

Long enough for me to have a single thought

Long enough for me to remember you

And some of the love I had for you

That would be all I would ever need

And all I would ever want

Is that too much to ask for

I do not think so

© Poem – XIII/IV/MMXXVI

LRET