The Lonesome Walk

The Lonesome Walk

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Walk with me down the loneliest path

A path where the spoken voice is never heard

But cries of past sorrows faintly echo through the marble

So many years have passed with so much death

More than enough death to build a city of tombs

Sometimes a bitter smell fills the air

Sweet and sickening at the same time

A last reminder that, despite what you believe

These pathways are not made for the living

They are there for those who cannot walk with us

But they are always there, maybe closer than you think

© Poem – VIII/I/MMXXVI

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If We Could Remember

If We Could Remember

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Sit with me along the canal

Birds chirping as swans swim by

This must have been what it was like

Back when wars were far off

And hate speech was never heard

A time of medieval kings and queens

And people just celebrating being alive

You know the Middle Ages were long ago

But their traces may still be found

Just to show us what life could be like

If only we could remember it

© Poem – IV/I/MMXXVI

LRET

 

A Moon Of Love

A Moon Of Love

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He looks down on us

We only see him for a few days a month

He crosses the sky as lovers appear

His light entered their souls

Warming their hearts to each other

His love takes two people and makes them one

Wanting to share their lives now and forever 

Thanks to the power of a silvery light

And the smile from the man in the moon 

© Poem – III/I/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Sunna, My Goddess

Sunna, My Goddess

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I cannot believe my eyes

A true vision of beauty

Wrapped in a warm cloak of light

The Sun truly honours you

Protecting your beauty from darkness 

It knows who you are 

An ancient goddess comes to modern times

I am sure that you will be worshipped 

Loved by everyone who meets you 

I was lucky enough to see you

To hear the sweetness of your voice

And look into your eyes

Sunna, you have my love, my heart, and my soul

I love you and will until time stops for me

And most likely throughout the rest of eternity 

Just the way a goddess such as you should be loved

© Poem – I/I/MMXXVI

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The Oracle’s Temple

The Oracle’s Temple

by Lord R.e. Taylor

As you walk the stone path

The wind blows around you

Voices from millenniums past

Too soft to really hear

In a language that is long dead

Could they be warnings

Or could they be blessings

There is really no way to know

You must remember that you are an outsider

Not a worshipper of the ancient religions

Not one who would ever follow their words

So, the oracle’s temple will keep her secrets

And that may just be the best thing

After all, the future is not for us to know

And she knows that better than anyone

© Poem – XXXI/XII/MMXXV

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Writing Problems

Writing Problems

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Sometimes you want to write

You know what you want to say

You can feel the perfect emotions

Maybe you can see it in your dreams

But, no matter how hard you try

Those words are just not right

And these words are even worse

Nothing works for you except quitting

But we are stupid writers

We will never quit ever

Those words have to be written

And you have to be the one to write them

So, we get a cup of coffee

Turn the lights down, and we think

We thought and thought before we wrote that first word

And, of course, we misspell it and have to start over

© Poem – XXX/XII/MMXXV

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Something Different

Something Different

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Every time she looks around

She sees something too different for her

She tries to understand it

But it is too confusing

So, she walks down the lonely street

Telling no one about it

It is her nightmare that haunts her

She no longer looks around

Never sees anything too different for her

So, finally, her mind rests

© Poem – XXVIII/XII/MMXXV

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