Empty Wallet

Empty Wallet

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I hope you never live through it

A big day is coming too quickly

There are so many people you love

So many gifts you have to buy

Yeah, your heart may be full

But your wallet is empty

It is very painful

You want to do so much

All you can do is tell them you love them

And maybe hope you see them smile

That will have to do at least for another year

© Poem – XXIII/XIII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

The Magic Of Love

The Magic Of Love

By Lord Re. Taylor

There are so many tales, all telling the same story

A prince awaits at the bottom of the stairs

Finally, the princess comes down one step at a time

It is always love at first sight and a happily ever after

So, after the stories are told thousands of times

The magic of the staircase still creates love whenever it can

© Poem – XXII/XII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

The Creation Of Time

 The Creation Of Time

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Someone somewhere

Thought they had a good idea

Let’s make a day twenty-four hours

So many in the daylight

Many more in the dark

No one had a say about it

Time was created to rule our lives

When do you eat or sleep

When do you have to go to work

But there was never enough time in a day

So, others changed the clock

Adding or deducting an hour a day

Still a day was not long enough

So, we sleep too much or not enough

Nerves become shot

And stress builds up beyond limits

But we have to deal with it

All because one man created time

And made us all suffer for it

© Poem XXI/IIX/MMXXIV

LRET

The Way It Should Be

The Way It Should Be

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I hate being told what to do

I have lived a long life

And I have seen too much

But everything I have been through

It tells me not to be quiet

Not to worry about other people

If they get offended, so what

If they get mad, let them 

I am not there for them

I never have been, never will be

I write for me and just for me

And that is just the way it should be

© Poem – XIII/XI/MMXXIV

LRET

 

Living For The Weekend

Living For The Weekend

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Forty hours at work

Doing the same thing

Over and over

You daydream a lot

You have to or you will go mad

Dreaming of being with your mates

Joking and sucking down some cigs

There may be some hot wings

Paradise on Earth

But one thing makes the wait bearable

Knowing that endless bottles of beer await

Cold and tasty

They are waiting for you

Hopefully they will be enough to get you drunk

Maybe that drunk will last until your work starts

And you start daydreaming all over again

For a working man that is his life

Honestly, he loves the way his week works

After all, for him, it is his life

And that is just how he wants it

© Poem – XIV/XII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

The Last Centrefold

The Last Centrefold

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Honestly, I never asked for it

I really don’t know if I want it

You cannot imagine what it is like

Twenty-four million people

All look to me to lead their country

I guess now I have to take the final step

I hope you like the sexy centrefold I did

Because it is the last one I am doing

So now it is back to the Outback

And what you could call my regular life

Besides that, I am sexier than that damn Quokka

© Poem – XV/XII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

The Art Of Rain

The Art Of Rain

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many people hate the rain

To them it is ugliness at the most

Some though feel differently

To them rain is beautiful

Especially when it hits a window

It throws the world out of focus

Moving as the raindrops fall

A piece of art to enjoy

Every time the sky begins to cry

XIII/XII/MMXXIV

LRET