Lady Of The Canyons

Lady Of The Canyons

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She was born before time

Her mother was the rain

Her father was the wind

She looks over the land

Creating beauty in the deepest canyons

The Sun creates sharp shadows

Between unbelievable light shows

Sadly man does not know of her

But they know what she can do

And they think it is beautiful

© Poem – XXVII/VIII/MMXXVI

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The Evil 21st

The Evil 21st

By Lord R.e. Taylor

The twenty-first century is complicated

We hear everybody saying everything

Some can be believed, some cannot

We have to listen extra carefully

Do our best to stop the headaches

While we try and figure out the truth

There are communists coming into the open

They promise things that they cannot do

People are massacred because of their God

And elected leaders look away and cover it up

There are no homes and children with no food

So innocent people suffer while illegal animals thrive 

Unless we make some changes right away

This century is going to destroy  us all

And guess what, we will deserve it

© Poem – XXX/VIII/MMXXVI

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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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