Monday, April 13, 2026

That Lonely House


That Lonely House
by Lord R.e. Taylor

That old house
Tattered and shredded
She may have been abandoned 
So many years ago
She has been left to decay
By people who just didn't care
I found her on a long ride
Sitting there, I could hear it crying
It never asked to be built
Now, all it wants is someone to drive up
Maybe walk on her porch
Or look in the dirty windows
I knew at that moment she was to be mine
Now, she is the one place on the whole planet
The one place my heart can be at peace
Just relaxing in the most beautiful place ever

© Poem – VIII/IV/MMXXVI
LRET


 

Tuesday, April 7, 2026

One Country, One Saviour


One Country, One Saviour
By Lord R.e. Taylor

The world is falling apart.
Allied leaders stand back,
Calling it someone else’s problem.
History remembers when that happened last—
When Germany and Japan advanced unchecked.
Europe might speak German today.
Australia might speak Japanese.
But one nation intervened,
Turning the tide without complaint.
Now those same nations turn away again.
Next time, that nation may not answer.
And only in its absence
Will they understand what they lost.

© Poem – VI/IV/MMXXVI
LRET


 

Sunday, April 5, 2026

My Love For You


My Love For You
by Lord R.e. Taylor

All it takes is a small flame
It could be nothing more than a spark
Just enough light to see each other
To see the beauty in your eyes
To feel the soft beat of your heart
And dream of hearing your voice
That small flame is so much more to me
It opens the gateway to my Heaven
And allows my love for you to grow

© Poem – XXVII/III/MMXXVI
LRET


 

Friday, April 3, 2026

Woman Of Darkness


Woman Of Darkness
by Lord R.e. Taylor

Who is she
Why does she hide in the darkness
Does she have something to hide
Or does her hatred consume her
She never says a word
Just watches with her sharpened claws
Maybe she is waiting for evil
Or maybe she wants to destroy good
There is no way of knowing
How many bodies has she destroyed
Or how many souls she has kidnapped
All we can do is cry for the lost
And pray that she will never find us

© Poem – III/IV/MMXXVI
LRET


 

Tuesday, March 31, 2026

The First Poet


The First Poet
By Lord R.e. Taylor

We know not who it was
Someone in our ancient past
Whether a man or a woman
We will most likely never know
Did they write a tribute to a hero
Or were the words written for true love
Either way, the first poem saw the light of day
Since that day, poets have written billions of words
Sharing the infinity of human thoughts or feelings
Strangely, poetry has become so much stronger
Changing the future while recording the past
A single poem is able to change the world
Whether for the better or not is only up to the poet
If only that first poet could see what it has become
It is hard to say if they would be proud or not
But they would be happy to see their art still living

© Poem – XXX/III/MMXXVI
LRET


 

Sunday, March 29, 2026

His Guardian Angel


His Guardian Angel
by Lord R.e. Taylor

When he was little
There was always a voice
It came from his shoulder
It told him what to do
And how he should behave
It kept him out of trouble
Eventually, he got older
The voice kept trying
He just stopped hearing it
One day, there was no voice
Only the soft sound of crying
And an increasing number of curse words
Finally, he saw his Guardian Angel on his shoulder
Smoking a big fat joint and drinking some Jack
He was still on the job, trying his best
But even an angel can only take so much
And after that, who knows what could happen

© Poem – XXVIII/III/MMXXVI
LRET


 

Friday, March 27, 2026

Looking For Intelligent Life


Looking For Intelligent Life
by Lord R.e Taylor

Every day, the Sun rises on eight plants
Most of them are dead, so no one ever sees it
But one is teeming with billions of lifeforms
They celebrate a new start to life
A brand new day with so many new things
It also begins a day of labouring
Doing what you have to do to survive
But the Sun will always hope that some intelligent life will see it
However, that may never happen
The only planet around it with life is Earth
And we all know that there is no intelligent life there 

© Poem – XXVI/III/MMXXVI
LRET


 

That Lonely House

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