Remnants Of Salem

Remnants Of Salem

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many people died from hatred

Convicted by stories told

None true but all believed

Some men, but mostly women

Tortured endlessly by the church

Always trying to get a confession 

Murdered if they told the truth

Murdered if they lied

No one stood a chance against them

They were always found guilty

And burned in the holy fires of God

A fire, which may have been a hidden blessing

It stopped the pain of all the Innocents

And made the holy people happy at the same time

Thank whoever may be watching us

We stepped beyond barbaric religions

And now no one gets burned

But the torture still continues

© Poem – IV/I/MMXXVI

LRET

 

My Smart-Ass Dog

My Smart-Ass Dog

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I watch my dog carefully 

He is a smart ass

Just plops down on the floor

A second later, sound asleep

And always in the worst spot

Always needs a walk when it's raining

Or worse yet, when it's snowing 

He just seems to know

I lose half of my meals to him

Or he drools all over my legs

And it doesn't matter, the spicier the better

But he doesn't share his sirloin and gravy with me

Yeah, he is a real smart ass

I would not give him up for anything in this world

© Poem – III/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

My Life Alone

My Life Alone

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It was far too short a time

Our love began on the first day

The brightest light ever seen

But every light has to fade

Turning into the darkest dark

I know there will always be a spark

Floating just beyond reach

It is still reminding me of us

The constant love we shared

And how it all changed one day

When you went somewhere 

I never knew where you ended up

But I'll spend the rest of my life alone

Crying and dreaming of a life long gone

© Poem – I/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Morning Joke

The Morning Joke

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It is almost like a curse

Every morning it comes

The clock ticks at five o’clock

The birds start their chirping

The air warms up just a bit

And a single beam of sunlight

It finds a small crack in the curtain

It is only as wide as a strand of hair

But more than enough to light the room

And it is enough to destroy a night's sleep

So many have had this problem

No one has ever come close to solving it

The Sun always manages to find a way

It is like the universe is playing a joke

And we are the punch line

© Poem – XX/I/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Missing Memories

Missing Memories

by Lord R.e. Taylor

There are so many kinds of pain

Going back to your hometown

All of your friends have moved away

Your school is now a car dealership

The burger joint you went to has changed 

It now sells vegan tacos every other day

And the home you grew up in  is gone too

Torn down for a new street or something else

Yes, those are different kinds of pain

We all have to live through them

But, those pains prove something

Home is only in our memories

And that is where we should keep it

© Poem – XXVIII/I/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Girl With Obsidian Tears

The Girl With Obsidian Tears

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She seemed so happy

A normal girl

Smiling and laughing 

No one knew the truth

Her life was anything but good

Emotions torn apart

She had no one to talk to

Nowhere to go to get away

The pain has been building up for years

But the day he left her alone

The volcano in her soul erupted

And she cried for the first time in her life

Tears of obsidian flowed down her cheek

And remained there for the rest of her days

© Poem – XXIV/I/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Beauty Of Embers

The Beauty Of Embers

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The fires died long ago

Ember keeps the night warm

But darkness surrounds it

Allow the song of nature to play

And the lights of a billion stars to shine

Even with all of that happening all around

The soft glow of the fading embers shines

Letting the world know that flames are not the only beauty

The lack of a living flame may be as beautiful

Maybe even more so on a warm summer evening

When the stars, the sounds, and the darkness

They all combine with the soft red glow

And together they make a perfect scenery

© Poem XXV/I/MMXXVI

LRET