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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Lady Of The Fog

Lady Of The Fog

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She moves silently

The fog opens for her to pass

No, she is not human

Nor is she an angel or a demon

She could be a warning of bad

Or she could be carrying a blessing

She walks eternally alone

Not knowing if we even exist

Maybe sometime in the far future

She may deem us worthy to know her

Or we may be seen as a worthless cause

And we will be left all alone 

Facing our own problems

And watching the end of us all

© Poem – XX/VII/MMXXVI

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Sound Of Silence

Sound Of Silence

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It is deafening

Silence ripping through the air

You cannot see it

You probably would not want to

But you can feel it

Your nerves burn

Your muscles hurt

And your eyes blur

But you cannot stop it

Some look for those places

Most find the quiet too much

But everyone may make the trip

After all, it may make a great vacation 

© Poem – XIV/VII/MMXXVI

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