Swooping Season

Swooping Season

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Everyone knows you

You wait for springtime

Squawing as loud as you can

You know you a being watched

People scared of you

Your murderous personality

Only coming out on the first of spring

Walking, riding a bike  or driving a car

Even chilling on a park bench

Everyone is a target for you

Luckily that does not last too long

You fade away for nine months

But we remember and we still hide

And  we pray that you will fly away

© Poem – IX/X/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Man Who Arrived With No Past

The Man Who Arrived With No Past

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The day he disappeared 

One time of his ended

Another started at that instant

There have never been messages

No rumours about him

And his name was never spoken

When his new time started

He ceased  existing in the universe

Only to appear somewhere he never knew

No thoughts or memories

He was someone new

Creating a brand new world

Built just for him and him alone

© Poem – V/X/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Colourkeeper

The Colourkeeper

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It was just a normal rock

Black with grey flecks

Sitting in the forest

It was nothing special

That was until someone found it

They put a small dab of paint on the top

No one knows why they did it

But somehow that rock became famous

Thousands of visitors came and went

Each leaving a small spot of paint

Red, green, yellow, gold, and silver

Every one had a special meaning to someone

And every colour became part of the legend

That rock, well, it doesn't look like it did

But it is still beautiful in what it has become

© Poem – XXVII/IX/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Such A Short Time

Such A Short Time

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It is hard to believe sometimes 

We only have a set number of seconds

Starting when we are first created

Some clock somewhere starts counting

It does not matter what we do

Nor does it matter what we try

The seconds are always counting

Someday, we won't know when

The clock with stop counting

We will no longer exist in time

But, if we are really lucky

We will find an eternity where seconds don't count

And we will be home at last

© Poem – XXIII/IX/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Lady of the Forest

The Lady of the Forest

By Lord R.e. Taylor

She was a lady of the forest

Never was she young

Never an innocent child

She had been around too long for that

Dancing and singing were her life

Songs to the Christian God

Others sang to the many she worshipped

Her prayers filled the forest

Always answered for those she helped

People feared her and also loved her

But not one person ever knew this dark woman

They knew their own prejudices

Sadly, that was all they ever needed to know

She was just the lady of the forest

She didn't have to do any more for them

Poem -- © XXII/IX/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Just Another Word

Just Another Word

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Sometimes it can be hard

Just trying to get started

You know what has to be done

And you know how to do it

Your mind just cannot focus

You write a few words

Maybe they make sense

Maybe they don't

But no matter what, you cannot do more

So the paper sits empty

Your head starts throbbing

And you seriously question why

Why did you become a writer

There is no answer to that question

Just a.hope that you can find one more word

And hopefully it will make some sense

© Poem – XIV/IX/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Not Good Changes

Not Good Changes

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The world used to make sense

People acted a certain way

And nothing ever changed

Today, what is normal now

Will be all wrong in a few minutes

And all will change again shortly after

Nothing is real anymore

You have to watch and guess

Is it true or something a computer created

Who knows how far things will go

Will your baby or your wife be a program

Created by a data centre half of a world away

You would never know that you love nothing but light

That may be going too far to think that

Or it may not be far enough

Do we really want to know

Honestly, do we 

© Poem – C/IX/MMXXVI

LRET