The Perfect Lady

The Perfect Lady

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She lived a long life

Longer than so many others

She was the cutest little girl

Totally sweet and innocent

Then she married and lived in the ‘burbs

Had her allotted number of 2.6 kids

She raised them to be good people

And they made her a grandma

Her whole life was her family

Now, her busy days are long gone

You can always find her sitting on her porch

Her favourite coffee cup in her hand

She smiles as she waits

Maybe for her kids or grandkids

But most likely, she waits to make sure

That she will be here when tomorrow comes

© Poem – III/VII/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The 1970s

The 1970s

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Before you ask, I did use drugs

It was the 70s, and there were just so many

I would see so many colours

Most of which never existed

Now, I have brought them into my home

God, I really miss the 70s

© Poem – XXV/VI/MMXDXVI

LRET

Only Us

Only Us

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I am sure that you know

Since our very first date

Whenever we are together

The rest of the world does not exist

There are no cellphones ringing

No one yelling and no television

Look around and you will see what I see

Just the love that we share for each other

I hope that for all the time we are together

We will be the only ones anywhere

Just the way we should be

© Poem – XXIII/VI/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many ideas rushing around

Swirling in my mind

They block everything else out

Even my thinking about sleeping

So, the night goes on, ending with morning

Still, my mind is working overtime

Trying to make sense of the senseless 

Finally, I sit down with my keyboard

I start my next novel

The masterpiece I have always wanted 

But only one word comes out

Not even that great of a word

The word “A” appears on the screen

Then my mind goes blank

Not a single idea in all that empty space

A tear forms, and a decision has been made

So I share my shortest poem ever

I hope you all like it, because that is all I have

At least for the next few days, when I try again 

Maybe then I will find a second word

Who knows 

© Poem – XXII/VI/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Abandoned Mailbox

The Abandoned Mailbox

by Lord R.e. Taylor

There's a mailbox out on Route Ten

No one knows it is there

Cars do not pass by anymore

The road was abandoned years ago

But that mailbox is still alive

Holding one last letter from 1943

The names can no longer be read

Time took them away long ago

All you can read is that date

No one knows what the letter says 

It could be a soldier coming home

Or a soldier killed on a field in France

It might be better for us not to know

And let the stories write themselves

© Poem – XVI/VI/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Real Reality

The Real Reality

by Lord R.e. Taylor

How are we supposed to know

What is truly real

What vision is completely man-made

Or maybe a vision made by a machine

The things they tell us could be real

Or it could be a story created to be fake

Things we see are the same way

A person could be a person

Or a bunch of pixels made by a computer 

It is too bad when we have two worlds

One real and one electronic

And we cannot tell the difference

Not that it would make any difference 

Both realities are pieces of crap

So please don't believe either of them

And make up your own truth while you still can

© Poem – XVI/VI/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Best Memories

Best Memories

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Just the two of us

In the place where we met

The salty smell of the ocean

And the rhythm of the waves

Everything is the same as forty years ago

When we shared our

first words

And our first of a billion kisses

Under the light of a tropical sunset

The beach is mostly silent

But we never noticed

Even after so long, we hear our own music

Music that no one else will ever hear

We dance our most romantic dance

And in that moment, we promise our love 

Not only for the next forty years

But for all time and beyond

© Poem – XIV/VI/MMXXVI

LRET