Temple On The Mesa

Temple On The Mesa

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It was built way too long ago,

So long ago that the forests had not formed yet.

Valleys were no more than deserts,

With a single mesa reaching into heaven.

It was there an elderly man built his temple,

A simple building created by a simple man,

Just to heal the heart, mind, and soul.

He prayed until he took his final breath.

And with that final breath, trees grew,

Filling the valley below.

Birds and animals came with them,

Life came to the lost, desolate valley.

And the temple saw what true love was all about.

© Poem – XIII/X/MMXXVI

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Powerless

 

Powerless

by Lord R.e. Taylor

 

The bill was paid

I swear it was

But the power is not working

I have lived seventy years with power

Everything worked 90% of the time

But ages ago we did not have a lot

Just a few electrical items

So, if there was an outage, it would be no big deal

We always had things to do

Now, we have computers in every room

Just as many big screen televisions

And a kitchen full of electronic crap

Honestly. It may be a little too much

When the power is out, we just sit

Staring around a room which doesn’t work

Even a half an hour is the purest of tortures

Only when the power returns

We feel that we are still alive

And we feel human once again

 

© Poem – XIV/X/MMXXVI
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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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