The Three Sisters

The Three Sisters

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Pathways thousands of years old

Walked by so many people

Shaded by a tropical canopy 

With wildlife watching from everywhere

Legends are spoken of sparsely 

Some are better left to the vault of the ages

Yet everyone knows they are safe 

Blessed by idols created when the world was young

Three massive towers of stone

Eternally guarding the valley

The Three Sisters watch for you

They will always protect you

That is their promise and their purpose

© Poem – XIII/IV/MMXXVI

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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