Heroes Are Not Born Anymore

Heroes Are Not Born Anymore

By R.e. Taylor

© 2019 Shadowlight Publishing

You were a hero

Fighting for your country

Hopefully you made it home

And married the girl you loved

A house with a white fence

You had two children

Your dream was complete

Now your children are grown

They wear black masks

Attacking people and America

Searching for anyone to like them

Or a safe place to hide

When someone calls them a name

Or even disagrees with them

God forbid that America need your courage

It cannot be found in the new generation

They are way too busy crying in a corner

I guess you’ll have to fight for them

At least until the grow a pair

Bye, Bye Brain Cells

Bye, Bye Brain Cells

I do not know how many

Brain cells I had when I was born

I figure it was quite a few

I learned a lot and remembered it

But now, after so many years

Listening to so many stupid people

Watching way too much TV

And a lifetime of Dr. Pepper

I know I have some left

I had already forgotten your name

My address and phone number

And how to shave in the morning

Spread out through the universe

Making them harder to find

My last remaining few will keep me going

Reminding me to pull up my zipper

To eat my creamed spinach

And not fart too loudly in public

I won’t miss the ones who are long gone

Now, if I could just remember what I was saying

A Children’s World

A Children’s World 

Never look badly at a child

Even if they say something incredible

Like they can walk through doors

Or becoming invisible at dinner

They are not limited by physics

Nor by the rules which grown-ups live by

They see magic and ask why not

We look at magic and say impossible

Children are a new and amazing species

Gods and goddesses unlike any before

They see the world as it should be

Limited by only wishes, dreams and magic

It is so sad that we teach that out of them

But maybe they are right

We can walk through walls

All we have to do is believe

He Missed So Much

He Missed So Much

He was tired of waiting

His body hit the age before him

His eyes lost their shine

Now they were lifeless

Just ebony plates on a grey sea

The body he used to do everything

Arms and legs which were once steel band

Now he strains when he lifts them from the table

Staring, his eyes miss so much

The worse is that he will never see a child's smile

But when he realized what he was missing

A fast death so many years before

That could have the best thing

If only knew then what he knows now

Or at least had an idea of what was come

A Man’s True Life

A Man’s True Life

We don’t know when it starts

Our bodies change for the second time

The strength we had is gone

We have aches and pains

Showing up in places we never had before

And even a walk to the curb becomes marathon

And if you want to make love

Well, without blue pill that may be gone too

We can't play sports any longer

At least we have that on Espn

Several times a week we eat the wrong things

So, we are crapping like a damn let loose

Or we pee for hours just to let loose with two drops

So, kids, the life of a man isn’t a paradise

So, just give up cause it will only get worse

A Hidden Poet

A Hidden Poet

By R.e. Taylor

Photo by Klimbim

© 2019 Shadowlight Publishing

A poet would always write

Sharing wisdom and feelings

Hoping that you will read it

And you may cry or laugh

Just so long as you feel

But a poet will never share all

There are things they will hide

Keeping it deep in their soul

So deep that they may not remember it

Often it is too painful to share

Other times it may be a special memory

Either way always remember

You think that you may know a poet

But you only know what they want you to see

Nothing less and nothing more

The Blues I Live With

The Blues I Live With

By R.e. Taylor

© 2019 Shadowlight Publishing

I don’t like that feeling

When the blues find me

It could be anytime

At any place

Without any warning

I see something

Hear something

Or remember something

Which takes away everything else

And I just sit and wonder what if

Maybe if I had done things differently

Maybe if I had said different words

Or ever said what I really meant

My body would not feel close to death

And my mind would not be flooded by tears

Just one thing either yesterday or a life ago

Maybe I could have life back

And maybe have allowed me to smile

Look Down

Look Down

By R.e. Taylor

© 2019 Shadowlight Publishing

I see so many people

Walking around

Looking at all the beauty

The skies and its clouds

The grassy meadows

And the trees and their boughs

So many are thrilled by what they see

But their eyes always face up

They never see the beauty at their feet

The smaller creatures wandering the grass

Brightly colored bodies

They shine, unnoticed by others

Yet they are there

All you have to do is look down

And see a whole new beautiful world

Angels In The Country

Angels In The Country

I don’t know where I'm going

And I don’t know where I've been

I've been wandering this country

From the Ridge to the Eastern Coast

Meeting so many people

Each so different from the others

I never found any anger or hatred

Just people who said “hi” and shared a cuppa

Every land had its own cultures

None were better or worse than the others

The all just lived the way they wanted to live

Maybe when my journey end

I will share my stories about those I met

And, if someone listens

They will learn that the world is magical

And the souls living here are the real angels

When they hear me the world may survive

And the angels will be the only people we see

The Woman I Know

The Woman I Know

I don’t know what I did

Or what was said

No matter what it was

I never expected your fangs

Ripping at my body

Tearing deep into my soul

Somehow I loosed a demon

Hidden deep inside of you

You knew that I loved you

And I would never do you harm

So, when your fangs go away

I will be here waiting for you

There Are Days

There Are Days

By R.e. Taylor

© 2019 Shadowlight Publishing

There are days

Everybody has them

No one will admit them

As if they never happen

They may start when you wake

One thing that isn’t right

A stubbed toe or spilt coffee

Or those days may wait and watch

Looking for that perfect moment

And then they’ll spring

Leaving us with pie on our face

And that moment on that day

Will be laughed at and remembered

For forever and a day