The Evil Castle

The Evil Castle

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Beware the castle on the hill

Darkness is not the only occupant

So much evil wanders those halls

Destroying any innocent looking upon it

Screams fill the cold, bitter air

The dead are never buried

They are never forgotten 

They are hung from trees

Being only meals for the crows

Their ghosts wander the stark landscape 

Reaching out as if they can be helped

But they sadly know better

In the lands of that castle

The dead can and do die

Keeping an ancient cycle going

And keeping the terror alive

© Poem – XIV/VII/MMXXVI

LRET

 

His Best Life

His Best Life

By Lord R.e. Taylor

He sits every night and wonders

When did he get so bleeding old

All the wrinkles and grey hairs

They were not there yesterday

He has a feeling that they will be there tomorrow

Going to bed at eight in the evening is new

He never got to bed until at least three a,m.

And all the girls he used to date

Well, they all stayed young, maybe got younger

Not him, though, even if he hadn’t wished it

Now he gets Social Security and senior discounts

He goes to bed just as the sun goes down

And he is losing friends one at a time

But he still lives with a smile on his face

Forgetting all the bad times

And remembering all the good

Knowing he had lived an excellent life

At least the best one he could

© Poem – X/VIII/MMXXVI

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Memories Of Home

Memories Of Home

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It has been a long time

A very long time

Now there was a family here

It seemed they lived there forever

The house learned to breathe with them

What their plans and dreams were

And it took care of them when they needed it

There was one special child who lived there

A tiny little girl of an age no more than seven

The house fell in love with that little girl

You could feel that when she smiled

That lasted as long as she lived there

But when she moved away, everything changed

That old house had lost its smile and its hope

That little girl, though, never lost her smile

Years later, she brought her daughter to see the house

She smiled as the door opened

The house had not changed a bit

She could feel the air freshen as the house smiled

And she realized that she was truly where she was meant to be

She was home once again

© Poem – IV/VIII/MMXXVI

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The Benefits Of Waiting

The Benefits Of Waiting

by Lord R.e. Taylor

No one wants to wait

Other people rush everywhere

Going right, left, forward, or back

They ignore each other

And they ignore the waiting

While others rush, the waiters enjoy their lives

Playing games on the IPhones

Reading books on a Kindle

Or just maybe have a cup of coffee

Drinking it while you say hi

Then a conversation may start

Two waiters meet each other

Getting to know each other a bit

And feeling pretty good about it

Maybe waiting really ain't that bad

© Poem – II/VIII/MMXXVI

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Love Of A Dog

Love Of A Dog

by Lord R.e. Taylor

People who have a dog

They know what they have found

An endless running machine

Who knows exactly how to find trouble

And looking cute doing it

They will lick your cheek

And they will nip at your ankles

But, no matter what you ever do

They will love you totally and without end

And we all know the saddest moment

When we stand by our bestest friend

And it raises its eyes to ours

They take their last breath

We know that heaven has a new angel

And that angel will be waiting for us

With its tail wagging and tongue sticking out

Just wanting to share their eternal love with us once again

© Poem XXXI/VII/MMXXVI

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Guardian

Guardian

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Standing over the grave

Her eyes watch the ground

She does only one job

She is to stand there silently

Her mission is to protect the body

Make sure that it is undisturbed

Keeping it safe when it feeds in the darkness 

And helping when it returns in the morning

That is the job she has been given

Working for God but serving the spirits of evil

© Poem – XXVI/VII/MMXXVI

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The Two Sides Of Time

The Two Sides Of Time

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Do we really have time

Time to do all we have to do

Time to do all we want to do

Time to enjoy who we have 

Time to mourn those we have lost

It seems we sometimes have too much

At the same time, we never have enough

All we can do is live through the bad times

Sometimes it may seem we have a lot of those

But we must treasure every good time

Especially when they seem to be few and far between

The nice thing is ...we have time to enjoy them

© Poem – XXIV/VII/MMXXVI

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