The New War

The New War

by Lord R.e. Taylor

War used to be so honourable

Soldiers met face to face

Civilians never got involved

But that was an eternity ago

Now, you can sit in New York

Press one button

Killing a million people in Tehran

They never see their faces

Not knowing if they were men

Or maybe there were some women

And, God forbid, there be any kids

But the upper ranks of soldiers

Well, they could not care less

After all, a dead enemy is a good enemy

So, send everything you've got

Unleash a blind military

Just hope they don't get you next

At least until they can look you in the eyes

At least you will have an honourable death

And you’ll leave a good story for your family to tell

© Poem – XXV/XI/MMXXV

LRET

 

Around The Corner

Around The Corner

by Lord R.e. Taylor

What is just around the corner

Is it something to improve life

Or something to destroy it

We all hope for the first choice

Maybe something yet to be invented

Maybe something we never knew we knew

Either way, we need to help our lives

Not just for one or two of us

Instead, we need to help all of us

Friends, enemies, everyone on this planet

So, let us all go around that corner together

Maybe we will find the right choice

But, then again, maybe not

© Poem – XXIII/XI/MMXXV

LRET

 

Rules Don’t Apply

Rules Don’t Apply

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He has been on the road since he was born

It doesn’t matter where it is or what it is made of

Concrete, brick, cobblestone, or red mud

All he wants is a bottle of Jack and four wheels

He was never the kind for a licence

And speed limits are just suggestions

The cops know him, and they like catching him

He just makes an endless game out of it

He is not the kind who likes to lose

After all, the roads were made for him

And he makes the rules

© Poem – XXI/XI/MMXXV

LRET

 

Forest Cathedral

Forest Cathedral

by Lord R.e. Taylor

For a few days out of the year

Forests are no longer simple forests

They turn into a massive cathedral

With pillars reaching up to Heaven

Ceilings made of the purest gold

With just enough light showing through

To make even the air look like it was on fire

Choirs of birds and animals raise their voices

Singing hymns, man could never write

The aisle leading up to the altar

It has its own music, spirit, and soul

A babbling brook with gentle waterfalls

The perfect music behind the hymns of the forest

Hopefully, man will never be able to enter that church

This cathedral could never survive

Maybe it would become a high-rise hotel

Or perhaps a simple parking lot

And Nature’s beauty would be gone forever

© Poem – XXI/XI/MMXXV

LRET

 

Looking For Her Future

Looking For Her Future

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She stands on the edge

Her normality behind her

The foggy mists of her future ahead

They will not allow her to see what is coming

Still, she stands alone and looks

Hoping to get a single glimpse of what is coming

© Poem – XIX/XI/MMXXV

LRET

 

Weekend Days

Weekend Days

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Weekends were always special

Leave the city life behind

Just hop in the car and take a ride

Small towns were soon magical

The Little family-owned restaurants

Stores that sold lottery tickets and alcohol

Antique shops always had the right stuff

And hundreds of yard sales lined the roads

The people were the friendliest 

Never having a bad thing to say

It was always the best days ever

And still the best memories ever

© Poem – XVII/XI/MMXXV

LRET

 

Children Of The Static

Children Of The Static

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Even 60 years ago 

The world was different

We were different, too

We had our black & white TVs

We were loyal to our three channels 

That was mainly all we had

Every night, sometime around midnight

Every station would shut down

And we would get our static

Kids would spend hours looking at it

Waiting to see a face or hear a voice

Maybe it would come from the grave

It might be coming from outer space

We never knew, and it didn’t matter

It was forbidden for us to be doing it 

Way too far past our bedtimes

But all that did was add to the fun

We never found out who they were

Or what they said to us

The fact that we saw then was enough

Now I look and cannot find any static

Dawn, I miss being a kid

© Poem – XVIII/XI/MMXXV

LRET