Words Lost To Time

Words Lost To Time

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I have no idea what to say

It has been way too long

But I remember that last moment

My heart was bursting apart

My mind only had a single thought

It was pure, and it was honest

I was so in love with you 

And you were in love with me

That was long ago and so far away

Now that I have seen you again

My love started growing inside of me

I would love to tell you how I feel

But it has been a long time 

I do not know the right words

And I probably never will

© Poem – XXVII/VIII/MMXXVI

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His Lonely Life

His Lonely Life

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He knew it would happen

Always living  alone

No friends or family visited

But that never bothered him

He actually preferred it that way

One day the silence grew

The darkness filled the air

And he lay in his bed staring ahead

Hours, days, and weeks passed

No one ever knew, and no one ever cried

He simply faded away into near nothingness

Just a pile of dust and bones on an unmade bed

© Poem – XXII/VII/MMXXVI

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Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, 

He proudly showed off his fine pair of balls. 

But one bright morning he slipped in a fall 

And those lovely balls 

They went bouncing down the hall.

© Poem – XVIII/VIII/MMXXCI

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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

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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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