Her Own Music

Her Own Music

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She always had one prayer

Her world was mostly music

Singing whenever her mouth opened

So many of the songs were not heard before

Created in her smiles and her tears

Every one of them were totally her

Every one was her life laid bare

Her wish was simple

All she wanted was for anyone to hear her songs

Maybe they could feel what she felt

Every day from the music in her life

© Poem – IX/XI/MMXXVI

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The Upcoming Future

The Upcoming Future

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Everything we know will be no more

Countries are swept away by water

People are cooked in a broiling sun

Not one of us can escape

We can just sit back and watch

All while our leaders write new lies

Speeches made to stop us from thinking

Maybe to make us forget  what they have destroyed

Just remember not to mourn anyone or anything

Not even all of the dancers under the hill

© Poem – III/XI/MMXXVI

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Okay To Be Stupid

Okay To Be Stupid

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Sometimes it is good to be stupid

As long as you do not get hurt or arrested

And no one else around you gets hurt

Just say “why the he’ll not”

Then take a shot of whiskey...any brand

Maybe take two or three more

Zip up your zipper and then have fun

It don't matter what anyone else says

Or if it has ever been done before

Stand up, yell out your name

And be as stupid as you can

Or as stupid as you know you are

Whatever, just have fun and say “to hell with it”

You really only live life once, so just enjoy it

Before someone else does it for you

© Poem – XXIX/X/MMXXVI

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Temple On The Mesa

Temple On The Mesa

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It was built way too long ago,

So long ago that the forests had not formed yet.

Valleys were no more than deserts,

With a single mesa reaching into heaven.

It was there an elderly man built his temple,

A simple building created by a simple man,

Just to heal the heart, mind, and soul.

He prayed until he took his final breath.

And with that final breath, trees grew,

Filling the valley below.

Birds and animals came with them,

Life came to the lost, desolate valley.

And the temple saw what true love was all about.

© Poem – XIII/X/MMXXVI

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Powerless

 

Powerless

by Lord R.e. Taylor

 

The bill was paid

I swear it was

But the power is not working

I have lived seventy years with power

Everything worked 90% of the time

But ages ago we did not have a lot

Just a few electrical items

So, if there was an outage, it would be no big deal

We always had things to do

Now, we have computers in every room

Just as many big screen televisions

And a kitchen full of electronic crap

Honestly. It may be a little too much

When the power is out, we just sit

Staring around a room which doesn’t work

Even a half an hour is the purest of tortures

Only when the power returns

We feel that we are still alive

And we feel human once again

 

© Poem – XIV/X/MMXXVI
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Swooping Season

Swooping Season

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Everyone knows you

You wait for springtime

Squawing as loud as you can

You know you a being watched

People scared of you

Your murderous personality

Only coming out on the first of spring

Walking, riding a bike  or driving a car

Even chilling on a park bench

Everyone is a target for you

Luckily that does not last too long

You fade away for nine months

But we remember and we still hide

And  we pray that you will fly away

© Poem – IX/X/MMXXVI

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The Man Who Arrived With No Past

The Man Who Arrived With No Past

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The day he disappeared 

One time of his ended

Another started at that instant

There have never been messages

No rumours about him

And his name was never spoken

When his new time started

He ceased  existing in the universe

Only to appear somewhere he never knew

No thoughts or memories

He was someone new

Creating a brand new world

Built just for him and him alone

© Poem – V/X/MMXXVI

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