Nighttime Terrors

Nighttime Terrors

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He doesn’t know the time

Hell, he doesn’t even know what year it is

Sleep has to come to him soon

His eyes are nothing but slits

He can see the TV hanging on the wall

There are no sounds coming out

Just the grey snow of a lost signal

Snow, which reveals twisted faces

And monsters, he would not dream about

He knows that everyone else is asleep

Still, he sees shadows move around his room

His mind says that they are not real

There is no way they could be

But his nerves say the shadows are after him

So, he doesn’t sleep until the Sun comes up

And then he sleeps with one eye open

Just in case

© Poem – XVIII/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

A Bunny Of Two Generations

A Bunny Of Two Generations

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Mom, I used to be your friend

You remember back when you were five

We were always together…. always

You got dirty, and I got dirty

I spent so many hours getting washed

I liked it, but I love hanging on the line better

 Got to watch you play without me

You didn’t know that always made my day

Now, you have a little angel all of your own

You found me hiding in the attic

Yeah, I was dirty, I always was

So, I got all washed and cleaned up

No, dryer for me though

You hung me just like your mom did

I have a feeling for your little girl, and I

Well, we are going to be as we were

So long ago when we were dirty and best friends

© Poem – XVII/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

A Dangerous Journey

A Dangerous Journey

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She grew up so long ago

The world was so different

Everything was so good

Nothing but black and white

No shades of grey were around

Then everything changed

Heroes died in a strange way

Political people lie more and more 

And normal people began hating everyone

Not remembering if they were male or female

Fighting for everything that was wrong

And shooting up children for no good reason

Finally, the country was destroyed

The world was crippled  beyond repair

Those people got what they wanted

The past was gone, the future was gone

Humanity was gone

© Poem – XIII/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Waiting In Heaven

Waiting In Heaven

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I never thought about it

What would my life be

I thought it would be good

Your smile told me so

I saw your love in your eyes

And heard your heart in your voice

But that was a lifetime ago

I can see you in my dreams

My heart is still open to you

However, your smile eludes me

I would give anything to see that again

Just know that if I have to

I would stand at the gates of Heaven

Just for a small chance to love you again

© Poem – XIII/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The New Land

The New Land

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Now I am there

No idea where

Yes, it is scary 

I really had no idea

It is not my world

Not from my imagination

Who created such a place

Why did they make it

No one will tell me

But maybe the land isn't real 

Maybe it is far too real

I may never figure it all out

If I do, I may not want to know

Or maybe I just won't care

© Poem XII/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Ode To A Modern Aphrodite

Ode To A Modern Aphrodite

by Lord R.e. Taylor

How can any words describe her

So many have tried and failed

Poetry, songs, stories, and pictures 

Nothing fits her perfectly

Her eyes and smile are mystical 

Her skin appears to be the purest ivory

Not even the smallest flaw can ever be seen

She evokes powers deep within her

The ability to make people smile

And they fall in love without hesitation 

But all of their love is unrequited 

Such is the life of a modern Aphrodite 

A woman every man wants

But no man may ever possess

© Poem – X/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Isolated Garden

The Isolated Garden

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Acres and acres of flowers

Touched but the Sun

Watered by cool Summer rains

And blessed by a traversing Moon

They grow without making a sound

But their petals reach for every cloud

Waving loving greetings as they float by

So many birds know each flower

Friends they share with bees and butterflies

The best thing is that no human knows this place

They have not stomped on the flowers

Nor have they picked them for home decor

And no concrete monsters are seen

This may truly be the last place flowers can live

All we can do is ask the Universe to keep it safe 

And hope the answer comes soon enough

© Poem – IX/II/MMXXVI

LRET